Zeus's grace is higher than the sky

The Emperor looked up at the Space King opposite him, his tone unusually gentle.

"But the fusion mutation of Tyren and True Stinger is more troublesome than dealing with either one alone."

Upon hearing this, the King of Space took out a pure silver metal badge from his pocket.

The badge was engraved with the same star map pattern as the one on his waist, but with three intersecting runes along the edge, faintly radiating pure energy that was isolated from the warp.

He handed the badge to the Emperor, lightly touching the runes with his fingertips. Three faint lights flowed along the runes, awakening the dormant power within the badge.

"These are the transfer tokens for the star chapters under my sons' command."

The King of Space's tone was less self-deprecating and more solemn.

"The runes on the badge can locate my warband across the world. With it, you can directly mobilize three full-strength fleets. Although they love to cause trouble, they are experienced in fighting the Zerg. When I was expelling the Zerg, these three warbands were the main force in the assault."

The emperor reached out and took the badge. The moment his fingertips touched the metal surface, he sensed the immense energy contained within it.

"You're not planning to ****?"

The emperor asked.

The King of Space leaned against a pillar, a familiar smile playing on his lips.

"I'm a 'retired old man,' so I'd better not get involved in your battlefield. Besides, I get annoyed just seeing those brats. With this token, it's just as useful as if I were personally overseeing things."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the Zerg images on the projection, his tone becoming more serious.

"The Zerg's devouring nature needs to be suppressed with firepower, and their breeding nests must be precisely eliminated. My warband happens to be good at both of these tactics, so I trust you with my expertise."

The emperor gripped the badge tightly and pinned it inside his robe.

The psionic projections in the Golden Hall gradually switched, and the previously chaotic warp warnings were replaced by dynamic images of the swarm. The Emperor drew two commands on the projection with his fingertips.

One message was sent to the Genetic Intelligence Center, requesting an acceleration of the Zerg gene deciphering; the other was sent to the Border Fleet, ordering them to contract their defenses and reserve a battlefield for the arrival of the Star Wars Chapter.

"With your token, the swarm's threat can be somewhat alleviated."

The Emperor's voice carried an unquestionable decisiveness as his gaze swept over the King of Space.

"I will personally return the token after this battle is over."

The King of Space waved his hand, turned and walked towards the entrance of the hall, his figure gradually blending into the ripples of space.

"No need. If my kids mess things up again someday, I might have to trouble you to clean up their messes."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had completely disappeared, leaving only the faintly glowing token at the emperor's waist.

.....

the other side.

Amidst the starship wreckage in the ruins, a purplish-red fusion tumor is expanding at a visible rate. Within the pulsating blood vessels covering its surface, dark green Tyrannical fluid and pale purple True Stinger slime intertwine and flow, each contraction spewing out a corrosive mist.

Xiao Ai hovered in mid-air, her body trembling slightly as she sensed the threat.

The gene chains inside the tumor are frantically recombining, and the remains of the devoured swarm of insects are being forcibly pieced together into a new monster.

"It's mass-producing soldiers!"

As the calamity-bringer Jane aimed his explosive gun at the tumor, a huge gash appeared at the top of the tumor, and dozens of fused monsters emerged simultaneously.

They possess the giant pincers and carapace of the Tyranids, yet have the segmented limbs of true gnats. The acid sprayed from their mouthparts can instantly melt starship armor, and their carapaces are covered with rapidly multiplying eggs that hatch into tiny larvae upon landing on wreckage.

The captain of the four-man squad fired first, and the explosive shell pierced the carapace of a monster, but unexpectedly, a sticky mucus gushed out from the wound, instantly repairing the damage.

"Conventional weapons are useless!"

He roared and ordered a retreat. Bryce quickly drew up the starship's escape route, while the Burning Hatred used the Twisting Hammer to suppress the pursuing swarm of insects. The moment the Twisting Hammer shattered an insect's limb, it was corroded by the splashed bodily fluids and emitted black smoke.

Xiao Ai's energy shockwave struck the tumor, but only created a ripple on its surface. She turned to look at the jinx, Jane, her voice filled with anxiety.

"The core of the sarcoma is constantly absorbing energy from its surroundings. If this drags on any longer, we'll be surrounded!"

Calamity Jane nodded, raised her hand and detonated the explosives that had been planted in the wreckage. The fire temporarily blocked the swarm's pursuit, and the group took the opportunity to run wildly toward the starship.

Behind them, the roars of the fused monster grew closer and closer, the tumor continued to swell, and new monsters kept pouring out of the cracks, forming a moving swarm of insects.

The captain glanced back at the terrifying, purplish-red scene, gritted his teeth, and pressed the communicator: "Starship, prepare for takeoff! Abandon all external equipment; we must evacuate immediately!"

As the group staggered aboard the starship, the moment the hatch closed, the swarm's acid sprayed onto the bulkhead, leaving behind sizzling, corrosive marks.

The starship's engines roared as it ascended into the air. Through the portholes, one could see that the fused tumor had taken over most of the ruins, with countless fused monsters wandering around it like a group of demons guarding their lair.

Xiao Ai leaned against the bulkhead, her energy body gradually stabilizing, but she was still shaken.

"That thing is growing too fast. If this continues, the entire star field will be devoured by it."

The jinx, Jane, put away her explosive gun, her gaze fixed on the shrinking tumor outside the porthole, her tone heavy.

"We can only hope for support from headquarters... All we can do now is to transmit the complete situation here back to headquarters."

The starship accelerated away from the ruins, and the swarm of insects behind it gradually became a small dot in the distance, but it was like a time bomb, casting a heavy shadow in everyone's hearts.

Meanwhile, in the Holy Terra Palace, the Emperor held the token of the Space King, preparing to issue the order to mobilize the Star Chapters. A war against the insects, spanning the world, was about to begin.

Chapter 287 Iron Cavalry

In the underground laboratory of the Grammer Central Tower, a blue holographic projection is playing the core parameters of Project Iron Rider on a loop.

Images of hundreds of warriors clad in power armor made from the shells of real gnats lined up in the projection, while data streams from the gene compilation module flowed like a waterfall.

Hidden within the deepest, secret branch lies a command known only to core researchers: "Entropy Loss Trigger Sequence: Permissions Binded to High-Level Council Members."

Titania stood in front of the projection, her silver-gray eyes scanning the data stream. Although she could sense a slight inconsistency in a certain parameter, she failed to see through the deeply hidden "insurance".

Although her consciousness has become independent, she still lacks knowledge of the details of Grammer's genetic technology.

Zeus, standing behind her, had already seen through the surface code and accurately captured the underlying logic of the "entropy trigger sequence." With a slight movement of his fingertips in the void, he saw through the operation mechanism of that instruction.

“Entropy loss…” Zeus thought to himself.

He could clearly sense that dissociation factors, like time bombs, had been implanted into the genetic chains of those warriors.

Normally, it is no different from normal genes. However, once the council's higher-ups activate their authority, or the Ironclad Warriors break free from Grammer's control, the dissociation factor will be activated, causing the physical structure to break and dissipate invisibly.

This method, though seemingly secretive, was as conspicuous to him as a candlelight in the darkness.

In the laboratory, researchers were busy working around the gene compiler, and no one noticed Zeus's unusual behavior.

A research director raised his hand to bring up the soldier's genetic map and explained it to the officials on the stage.

"'Insurance' is embedded in the genetic sequence of all the Iron Cavalry, so even if they are captured, they will never leak any technology."

Another research director nodded in agreement, his tone tinged with smugness.

"Once the plan is officially launched, these soldiers will be Grammer's sharpest knife, and also his safest knife."

Without alerting anyone, Zeus simply gathered a barely perceptible wisp of energy at his fingertips and gently touched the core module of the gene compiler the instant the researchers turned to adjust the instruments.

That wisp of energy, like an invisible probe, drilled into the instrument's data stream, precisely locating the code node of the "entropy trigger sequence," and quietly rewriting the activation mechanism of the dissociation factor in a way that Grammer technology could not detect.

Transforming it into harmless redundant code preserves the integrity of the gene sequence while completely eliminating the threat of "insurance".

Having done all this, Zeus withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened. The stream of genetic data in the holographic projection continued to flow, and the researchers remained smug about their "perfect insurance."

Once the genetic code for the last Ironclad warrior was compiled, the researchers shut down the instruments and gave a perfunctory report to Titania.

"Your Majesty, the genetic preparations for Project Iron Cavalry are complete, and the warrior training program can be initiated at any time."

Titania nodded, her gaze sweeping over the projected images of warriors, but unlike the officials who were full of anticipation, her eyes were filled with worry.

Zeus stood in the shadows, watching all this, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips.

Grammer's underhanded tactics have been completely eliminated, and those Ironclad warriors will no longer face the fate of "gradually disappearing." This subtle correction will bring these politicians an unexpected surprise in the future.

A few days later.

On the border battlefield of Grammer, roars and bursts of energy intertwined.

Ironclad warriors in power armor stood in neat square formations, their flaming blades easily tearing through the Zerg's carapace, the Grammer emblem on their shoulder armor gleaming in the smoke.

Since the Iron Cavalry Project was officially launched, more and more warriors have been deployed to the battlefield, and the defense line that was once suppressed by the insect swarm is being stabilized at a visible speed.

The Imperial-supplied starships hovered high in the sky, their main cannons occasionally roaring as they cleared away distant Zerg swarm nests for the Ironclad warriors.

The Imperial Commander observed the battlefield through a communicator. When he saw the Iron Cavalry warriors, with their flexible tactics and tenacious defense, forcefully push the insect swarm back several kilometers, his tense expression gradually eased.

He spoke into the communicator.

"The Grammer Cavalry's combat strength has exceeded expectations, so there is no need to dwell on the previous 'Empress's' unexpected fate."

When the news reached the Grammer council, the officials finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The tense diplomatic atmosphere that had been created by Titania's sudden appearance has quietly dissipated as the Iron Cavalry's outstanding performance and the Empire's support have deepened.

No one mentioned the chaos in the square that day anymore, and no one questioned Titania's identity.

The victory on the battlefield became the best "fig leaf," allowing both sides to put aside the past with dignity and focus on dealing with the threat of the swarm.

Titania stood on the observation deck of the central tower, watching the battle reports sent back from the border, her silver-gray eyes filled with satisfaction.

"The Empire did not pursue the matter further."

Titania said softly, her tone light.

Zeus nodded, his gaze fixed on the border.

"Sufficient strength is the best form of authority. From now on, you only need to focus on dealing with the Zerg swarm."

At this time, Grammer's border defenses were solid, internal power was gradually becoming more peaceful, and it had the support of the empire. The crises and doubts of the past were gradually put aside and forgotten in the charge of the iron cavalry and the victory on the battlefield.

.......

On the other side, the Green-skinned Tribe.

The wind on the wasteland carried sand and the stench of blood. Zeus's orc tribes advanced in a dark, imposing square formation. Hundreds of armored trucks with spiked armor led the way, and orc lads in the truck beds brandished chainsaw axes and roared. The archers in the back mounted modified explosive guns, their bodies wrapped with iron totems symbolizing "thunder."

"Kids! Let those bugs taste our power!"

The roar of the skull-crushing creature shook the air. Just as the order to charge was about to be given, a purplish-red "tide" suddenly rose on the distant horizon.

The vanguard of the fused Zerg is approaching at an alarming speed. They have the giant pincers and carapace of the Tyranids, but the segmented limbs of the True Zerg. The acid sprayed from their mouthparts corrodes the ground, creating smoky trenches.

"Fire!"

The marksmen pulled the triggers, and explosive shells rained down on the swarm, but only left shallow bullet marks on the Zerg carapace.

What alarmed the orcs even more was that the shattered insect limbs, upon hitting the ground, would ooze a sticky mucus that would instantly hatch into tiny insect larvae that crawled toward the orc formation.

"What the hell! How come this thing is so hard to kill?"

An orc boy swung his axe to cleave through the charging insects, but his arm was severed by one of the insects' pincers. Acid splashed onto his skin, instantly emitting black smoke.

Skullbreaker charged forward with its heavy hammer toward the fusion insect that was clearly the leader. It smashed several insect larvae along the way. The hammer struck one of its heads, but with a "clang," the hammer bounced off the carapace, and Skullbreaker was thrown off balance by the force of the insect's impact.

The fusion Zerg offensive is becoming increasingly fierce; they not only possess astonishing defensive capabilities, but their reproduction rate far exceeds the Greenskins' expectations.

The once orderly orc formation was quickly broken up, and the truck's tires were corroded by the acid and burst, causing it to overturn and catch fire.

The archers quickly ran out of ammunition and could only pick up axes to fight the insects in close combat, but one by one they fell to the bites of the swarm.

"Retreat! Retreat to the canyon behind!"

As Skullbreaker watched his boys fall one after another, he gritted his teeth and gave the order.

Although the Greenskins were unwilling to admit defeat, they had no choice but to retreat towards the canyon, dragging their weapons, when faced with this seemingly indestructible and inexhaustible fusion insectoid race.

The swarm of insects pursued relentlessly from behind, their purplish-red forms sweeping across the wasteland like a tide, leaving behind only acid-corroded remains and green-skinned bloodstains in their wake.

Chapter 288 Grammer's New Situation

Before the Imperial border defenses, the sounds of gunfire and insect chirps mingled into a desperate symphony. Several Imperial cruisers hovered low in the air, their main guns spewing torrents of scorching plasma, yet they could only manage to tear brief gaps in the overwhelming swarms of fused insects.

Those monsters, possessing both the carapace of Tyrannosaurus and the limbs of True Stinger Insects, charged forward, stepping over the remains of their companions. The slime gushing from their shattered insect bodies could instantly hatch new combat power, filling the gaps once more.

The Emperor's Space Marines formed an ironclad defensive line, their chainswords and bombardment guns whirring in turn.

However, when the serrated blades strike the Zerg's carapace, they often only leave a few shallow marks. Instead, they are entangled by the Zerg's multiple limbs, and acid seeps in through the gaps in the power armor, making a hissing corrosive sound.

An Ultra Warrior raised his hand and smashed the head of an insect. Just as he was about to catch his breath, several tiny insect limbs emerged from the insect's severed neck, suddenly wrapping around his ankles and dragging him into the depths of the swarm. He was swallowed up by the insect tide with only a brief roar left behind.

Three interstellar chapters supported by the Lord of Space have been deployed to the battlefield. Their power armor is engraved with familiar star map patterns, and their tactical style is even more ferocious than that of the Imperial warriors.

Some warriors carried heavy bomb guns, targeting densely packed swarms of insects to fire; others wielded energy blades, attempting to cleave through the insectoid carapaces. Even so, faced with the combined advantages of the fused insectoids, they could not reverse the tide of battle.

"These monsters' carapaces can withstand direct hits from explosive bombs, and their breeding speed is outrageous!"

A company commander from a support squadron roared into the communicator; the left arm of his power armor had been corroded by acid, exposing the metal skeleton.