I farmed in military academy and crushed the entire intergalactic world.

Chapter 464 There is no return
Jormungandr watched the spectacle with great interest.

He really didn't expect that the planet that invited him, numbered 11839, would be so interesting.

This tiny level 0.7 civilization not only wiped out the Star Alliance exploration team in one fell swoop, but also upgraded its civilization to nearly level 2 in a very short time.

Jormungandr glanced at Zichen, who was very close to him, and thought, "His nose isn't a nose, and his eyes aren't eyes."

It's all that bastard's fault; he made me miss out on the fun.

Zichen squatted listlessly atop the starship, meeting Jormungandr's gaze, and said persistently, "What's so interesting about such a low-level space battle? Earth is doomed to lose. Don't waste your time, just tell me what exactly happened there."

Jormungandr really wanted to cover his ears; he didn't want to hear her babbling on about this anymore.

"Why are you so fixated on this?! Have you been there? Or have you been burned there? No, if you really had been there, you would know what the situation is like there."

Jormungandr thought about it more and more and felt that Zichen's motives were very suspicious: "Let me think, could it be that you once briefly descended there?"

If that's the case, then it's even more interesting.

If a Domain Lord wants to descend, he must first find a suitable vessel for his descent.

How could a cosmic civilization born from a black hole singularity have a descendant to descend upon Zichen?

How could Zichen have gotten close to that place?
Zichen let Jormungandr's suspicious gaze sweep over him like a searchlight: "How about we make a deal?"

"No way!" Jormungandr was allergic to the words "make a deal".

He didn't want to have another mother.

The two bantered and joked, waiting to see how the poor Earth and the poor solar system would be ravaged.

The Orc Empire is a very barbaric civilization. If they hold a grudge against us, the Blue Star civilization will likely suffer a fate worse than death.

Everything went as they expected; the defenses of Blue Star's air force were as thin as paper, easily breached.

They didn't even engage the Covenant fleet before fleeing in disarray.

Soon, the Covenant fleet cut into Mars' orbit, like a blade slicing into its intended sheath.

The array was neat, the engine trails were smooth, and the whole posture still exuded an invincible sense of control, unstoppable!

Brutus's face was contorted in a ferocious grimace, and the warships of the Orcish Empire, acting on his will, tore apart everything in their path.

Things progressed so smoothly that no unexpected events occurred.

Brutus sneered at Izanami beside him: "You're overthinking it. Before absolute power, any schemes and tricks are futile. Earth isn't using any bait; they're just terrified of us. Hahahaha!"

Izanami's eyes sparkled, and she covered her mouth with a soft laugh: "You're right."

After speaking, Izanami lowered her eyes, concealing the inexplicable unease in her heart.

The descendants on Earth have suddenly lost contact. Did they all suffer an accident?
Brutus's maniacal laughter still echoed inside the starship when the entire ship suddenly came to a halt.

Immediately following was the piercing alarm of the pot boiling over.

"Warning! High-energy particle scan malfunction!"

"Warning! Thruster malfunction!"

"Warning! Weapon system malfunction!" Brutus shoved Izanami aside, and six pairs of eyes suddenly appeared on the side and back of his head, snapping open and glaring angrily.

"what happened?!"

Brutus was horrified to discover that not only had the high-energy particle scanning failed, but all of the starship's outward-extending sensory tentacles, whether high-energy particle scanning or quantum resonance imaging, were instantly swallowed up by a viscous void.

The feedback signal is not interrupted, but replaced by an absolutely smooth, featureless blank noise, as if the senses were being immersed in oil.

Inside the bridge, the holographic projection representing the outside universe flickered violently, then froze, and finally went out completely, leaving only the faint glow of the internal circulation system illuminating the stiff figures of the orc officers.

Izanami seemed to realize something; her alluring face instantly contorted as if she had encountered the most terrifying being in the universe. She clutched her head and screamed silently, "She's here! It's her! It's her! We must leave here; she's about to awaken!"

Brutus's temples throbbed from her shouting, and he slapped Izanami away, yelling, "Shut up!"

Izanami curled up in a ball, her black, waterfall-like hair tightly wrapped around her.

Even so, it did not alleviate her anxiety and fear.

Izanami was completely immersed in a sea of ​​fear: "Escape, escape, we must escape quickly. God, we can't escape, no one can escape! I shouldn't have been greedy, I shouldn't have tried to steal the authority of the gods! This is not a world I can set foot in. God, please forgive me."

Brutus gave her a look of disgust: "Crazy woman! Our Orc Empire will never surrender!"

Brutus sent an engineering team to repair the thrusters.

The eerie blue flames spewed from the thruster array seemed to be extinguished from behind by an invisible giant hand.

The kind of extinction is not a decay like fuel running out, but an abrupt deletion. One moment it is still outputting steadily, and the next it disappears into the vacuum, with even the residual heat radiation being greedily absorbed by some kind of field.

The Orc Empire's engineering team was helpless against this phenomenon, which was beyond the scope of science and common sense.

The massive ship lost its thrust and glided by inertia alone, transforming from a precise weapon platform into a piece of iron floating in the darkness.

What's even more alarming is that the Orc Empire's confidence in its trans-planetary domain—the weapon systems that filled almost every corner of the starships—had all malfunctioned!

The destructive energy condensed inside the launch port dissipated silently, like a punctured bubble.

Before even the energy circuit overload alarm could sound, the weapon array had become lifeless metal protrusions on the ship's hull.

Brutus's expression turned grave: "Contact the Covenant warships!"

"Report! We can't get in touch with them."

Brutus, a veteran of countless battles, felt his heart sink to the bottom.

His combat instincts told him that both the Orcish Empire's fleet and the Covenant's fleet were in a dangerous situation.

Who is the enemy? How did they do it?
From the moment they stepped into Mars orbit, the roles of hunter and prey quietly reversed.

They experienced the same despair as the New Hope and Wildfire missions on Earth.

Brutus gazed at Mars not far away, and at the blue planet, which was about 2.25 million kilometers away on average, and his mind, which had been clouded by anger, finally calmed down.

He carefully recalled the trials of the Blue Star civilization and the Kree rage, the destruction of Exploration Team 11839, and the Covenant warships' revenge journey. All the events seemed to be guided by an invisible thread.

What are the people behind this scheming?
Brutus pressed his lips together tightly. He couldn't guess what was going on, but he knew that he had become prey caught in a giant net!
He abruptly turned to Izanami, who was cowering in the corner, trembling. He narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice low and oppressive: "Izanami, what exactly is there? Tell me everything you know!"

(End of this chapter)