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"The spatiotemporal stability system is operating stably."

"Countdown is accurate, connection is stable."

"The node progress is stable and is expected to reach its peak in three Earth days."

"Um...."

Tannis, the Great Tinker, sat in her chair, her eyes glued to the parameters flashing on the huge screen, while frantically praying in her heart that the players would cooperate—even though she now possessed a status no less than that of a node trade prince, if this deal went wrong... she would still suffer heavy losses.

“I said, you don’t need to be so nervous at all.”

Beside Tannis, Onyxia casually sipped her dragon wine, flapping her wings with a relaxed expression.

"How could I not be nervous? You know what those guys from the Astral Consortium are up to!"

“Hundreds of millions of elites—and immortal elites at that. If even such a being cannot do this, then I don’t know how we can defeat this destroyer of the world. Back when all of Azeroth went out to fight with the determination to die, we didn’t have this many people.”

"Until things are done, nothing... huh?"

Tannis glanced to the side and saw an Earth anchor giving a passionate commentary on the battlefield, with spittle flying everywhere. Behind him, a classic scene occupied a large portion of the screen.

"Gentlemen, as we see now, although we have gained a certain advantage in this surprise attack, we don't have enough warships. So, we are actually at a disadvantage in space combat. Moreover, the Burning Legion's wyverns are already on our heels. Wyverns are on our heels, they're very strong, how can we lose? We may have to enter a strategic stalemate... It's possible that we might even be suppressed..."

"Why are you suddenly relieved?"

Seeing Tannis's expression suddenly change to "Ah, it's okay now," Onyxia's head was filled with a series of question marks.

"Because, at least this round of operations is secure."

57. An Uninvited Guest in the Legion

"......"

In the dark void at the edge of the battlefield, a Leviathan, far larger than its kind, with a stream of fel energy flowing across its skin, slowly swam. Floating meteorite debris and cold space dust formed a ring around this behemoth due to its 'gravity,' flowing gently around it. Countless Zerg and flying demons hovered around it, guarding their master. And within the core of this behemoth, endless schemes were rising.

"Um....."

In a compartment in the core area, a distinctive-looking alien insect was waving its antennae, happily fiddling with one alien chess piece-like object after another projected on the screen in front of it. With each round of fiddling, it would involuntarily let out a comfortable sigh—a sound that only comes from extreme pleasure.

"Hey, Remus, send your swarm to area F3. They're hindering my demon army's attack!"

Just as this Zergling, clearly a reborn being, was having a great time, a screen of light suddenly unfolded beside it, revealing the face of an Eredar demon within it.

"Come on, Boggins. I remember your men just got wiped out by those Demon Hunters. If it weren't for my Zerg swarm helping you stabilize the lines, you'd probably be crying at the respawn point right now..."

The Zerg wiggled its tentacles, completely ignoring its colleague's malicious push of several pieces representing the 'Hydralisk Swarm' towards a small hill-like area. Upon seeing the Zerg's actions, the Eredar Demon roared.

"I spotted that high ground first! How dare you! Are you planning to make me burn your swarm with evil flames?!"

"First come, first served, buddy. First come, first served—you should understand that principle. If you want to steal my points, you'd better consider the attitude of those council players—"

After saying this, the Zerg ignored the Eredar demon, shut down its communication device, and continued to deploy its forces. When it completed another round of troop deployment, the area behind it suddenly began to undulate. Then, a Nathrezim casually walked to its side and glanced at the battlefield.

"How about it?"

"Fantastic! Following your advice, I earned at least 30% more points than I anticipated! Moreover, I gained control of a considerable number of strongholds that can continuously generate points!"

The Zerg turned around, waving its tentacles enthusiastically, expressing its gratitude to the reborn Nathrezim beside it—it knew very well that although it had achieved some success in real-time strategy games like StarCraft, if that strategy were to be extended to a planetary or even a planetary system, it would be in a bit of a mess...

"After all, I am a Paradox Interactive player, Remus. Although I am not good at commanding real-time battles, strategic planning is my forte. However, I hope you have not forgotten our agreement."

"Of course, of course!"

Recalling the agreement he signed with this 'P-company player', Remus felt a pang of regret, but he still readily agreed.

"That's good. I need to go back and analyze the upcoming battle situation. I'll give you the latest calculations in three hours."

After saying this, Nathrezim spread his wings and transformed into a swarm of bats before disappearing. Only after watching these bats vanish did Remus tremble almost imperceptibly.

'To be able to deduce the battle situation and calculate the optimal solution for profit simply by using the map, truly worthy of a Paradox Interactive player...'

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"How's the situation, Varimathras?"

When this dreadlord 'player' returned to his room, his aura changed instantly—no, it shouldn't be called a change, it should be said that he was always like this.

"Not bad. I've already obtained production permissions for some legion soldiers. Deselok, how about you guys?"

"I have already 'convinced' some players to act according to our ideas, without expending any effort at all."

"That's good. Sasovar has successfully infiltrated the 'parliament' and is lobbying those 'members.' I believe that soon they will have no objection to the issue that 'Argus doesn't need defense at all.'"

"On one hand, they champion extreme chaos, hoping to throw everything into a complete mess; on the other hand, they desperately try to create order, and then do everything in their power to climb to the top of that 'order'... These humans who have pledged allegiance to Sargeras—no, simply the Destroyer of Worlds—have thoughts that are even more stimulating than the Legion itself."

Although he was still essentially a Dreadlord, Deselok, who had served in the Stormwolf Clan as a company commander, couldn't help but sigh. Varimathras, who was squatting somewhere in Argus, shrugged helplessly.

"That's just how mortals are. Most of the time, they act in their own self-interest unless there's a greater cause to unite them—well, latest news: Mal'Ganis has acquired a Leviathan, more than twice as fast as we planned."

"This... is even more sieve-like than a sieve—no, it's more like they never took any precautions, but then again, they had no right to take any precautions."

After quickly reviewing the resources currently controlled by the Dreadlord in his mind and considering the battle situation, Deselok swiftly adjusted and improved his tactics.

"I'm thinking of speeding things up a bit? Could you guys be a little more 'aggressive' on your end? After all, time is very precious for us right now."

"Our plan is meticulously crafted, but also extremely fragile. Any slight variable could cause the entire plan to collapse. You should understand that, Desellock. Don't bring your service style from Stormwolf here—well, maybe a bit more radical."

At first, Varimathras wanted to reject Deselok's suggestion. After all, this grand plan was devised by all the surviving dreadlords to realize a dream that was originally impossible for them. However, after reading Deselok's plan, Varimathras quickly considered it in his mind and thought it didn't seem so bad.

"Then, I'll go and talk to my friend so he can 'prepare better'."

After saying this, Deselok's figure disappeared from the room, while Varimathras in Argus gently opened his hands, looking at the star map in his palm, his eyes gleaming with an unfathomable and nostalgic light.

“Nazreza…”

58. The Death Star Enters the Arena

"Hahahaha! Hahaha!"

Watching the data refresh wildly before his eyes, Remus stood in his cabin, hands on his hips, laughing loudly. Just now, following the advice of that 'P-world player,' he had executed a brilliant tactic of skirting the edge, precisely seizing two important nodes. Moreover, before Bogins, who was constantly competing with him, could discover his intentions, he had taken the asteroid fortress that Bogins had planned to capture. Instantly, his score soared to first place on this Leviathan warship, far exceeding the second place by more than 2%!

"Remus! You bastard! You ruined my plans!"

Naturally, Remus's actions were extremely successful and thoroughly enraged Boggins, who was forced to fight on the front lines because the demon legion was too difficult to command. This legion-focused reborn, who was even more furious than when he was still human because he chose the Eredar demon race, abandoned the rest of the battle and returned to Leviathan to demand justice from Remus!

"Hey, relax, buddy, we're allies."

Seeing Boggins appear menacingly at the door of his cabin, Remus shook his tentacles, calmly redeployed his troops once more, and then slowly spoke.

"Yes, yes, we're allies—but! You worm-like bastard! Don't forget! According to our initial battle plan, those areas were not places the Swarm should interfere in, let alone that important asteroid fortress!"

"What's the problem? The mission system didn't object to me taking over those areas, or are you ashamed because you were a step behind me?"

"you......."

Remus's barbed words drove Boggins to the point where he wanted to tear open the wretched bug's chamber and send it rolling back to Argus's resurrection pod with a Chaos Arrow. However, the last vestige of his reason allowed him to barely control his rage.

"Alright, for the sake of Amon's plan, I'll compromise. You've already secured the capture points, at least at the asteroid fortress. As for the troop rotation—your Zerg forces can't deploy a spatial containment matrix. If a strong force appears in that area, this Leviathan will be seriously threatened."

"Ha—if you're so capable, go get it yourself."

Remus scoffed and prepared to shut down the communication system to continue messing around with his troops—although he was currently ranked first in points among the Leviathans, it wasn't enough—the final settlement was based on total points, and among the Legion's resurrected units, there were several others with more points than him.

"You'll regret this, Remus."

After uttering those harsh words, Boggins, not wanting to talk to this colleague who seemed to have lost his mind any longer, casually abandoned the mission that was impossible to complete because of Remus, accepted another mission, and headed to Leviathan's teleportation device. Remus shrugged his tentacles and began to complain.

"Spatial blockade? An overly powerful force? He's overthinking it, unless... what's going on?"

Before Remus could finish speaking, his name on the points list plummeted like a free fall. At the same time, the aura representing node control on the map in front of him vanished almost instantly. What struck him as most bizarre was that none of this happened without warning!

"Damn it, what happened?"

Realizing something truly terrible had happened, Remus quickly reconnected with the Zerg swarm that was still active in the vicinity and began to survey the surrounding environment, hoping to pinpoint the problem. However, the moment he reconnected with the Zerg swarm, the scene before him froze his blood—the planet where his Zerg swarm had been fighting was gone, replaced by a sky full of scattered debris!

'Where's the planet? Such a big planet?'

The next moment, Remus understood what had destroyed the planet.

"Could this be... the Death Star fortress??"

When Remus adjusted the direction of his alien dragon eyes and looked towards the other side of the boundless universe, a cold, metallic planet rising in his field of vision, bearing an insignia resembling that of the Alliance of Azeroth the size of Australia, almost made him forget his own existence. For a moment, Remus felt his insignificance again—the insignificance of a 'living being'!

However, Remus soon had no time to reflect on his insignificance, because...

"Zzz!!!!"

Amidst the violent shaking of the Leviathan and the blinding arcane glow, the Death Star fortress that Remus had just seen had already teleported to its location. Its powerful array of weapons relentlessly unleashed a ferocious barrage of firepower upon the Leviathan, which served as the frontline command center, riddling the massive Leviathan and its defensive forces with holes. Amidst the explosions and the searing sensation, Remus couldn't help but scream.

"Retreat! Retreat! The retreat button...this is it!!"

Faced with the threat of 'death', Remus, who was in some ways immortal and had completely forgotten his current situation, finally found the button representing 'emergency retreat' after a flurry of activity. He forcefully pressed the button with his tentacles, completely disregarding the fact that the surrounding 'Void Network' was already in chaos due to the arrival of the Death Star Fortress!

"call out!!"

After a flash of light, Remus, along with part of his compartment, disappeared from Leviathan's body.

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"Bah!"

"Crack!"

On a somewhat desolate piece of land, a few monotonous gunshots rang out, tearing through the fierce wind. Along with the gunshots, a huge, twisted beast lay convulsing on the ground, its blood, from which faint traces of fel energy seeped, stained the red soil.

"Huff...huff..."

Watching the beast before him gradually dissipate into particles, Old D, wielding a Holy Light Ion Gun, took a deep breath, lowered the output, and turned to look at his teammates—and the ship beside them, still smoking and seemingly salvageable. Not long ago, his squad, having finally racked up enough points on the battlefield with his buddies and launched an attack in their warship, had crashed head-on into a mothership-class battle. To avoid being sent back to respawn point without achieving anything, Old D didn't hesitate to overload the ship's warp drive system. The result was... they were thrown into an unmarked area!

"how is the situation?"

"This is bad; the warship is beyond repair."

A player with top-tier engineering skills tapped on the spaceship with a wrench for a while, then stood up and shrugged.

"I can't get through to the world channel, what about you guys?"

"Same."

"Complete silence."