Zeus's grace is higher than the sky

“Your steadfastness, your sense of responsibility, your gentleness... I see it all. Titania, so do I.

A simple sentence instantly relaxed Titania's tense shoulders.

Looking at her own clear reflection in Zeus's eyes, she couldn't help but smile brightly.

That was genuine joy, stripped of all pretense, which moved her even more than victory on the battlefield.

Under the moonlight, the two embraced and fell onto the bed, which was bathed in moonlight.

The starry sea outside the window remains vast, and Grammer's future still needs to be protected. But at this moment, within the palace, there is no power struggle, no threat of war, only two hearts that understand each other.

......

After Titania and Zeus reached a consensus, the power structure in Grammer was completely settled.

After purging the rebels and consolidating internal order, on the day the All-Regional Parliament convened, she formally submitted a proposal to rewrite Grammer's history—to rename the "Republic of Grammer" as the "Empire of Grammer," with herself as the empire's first empress.

Inside the parliamentary hall, the doubts and obstruction of the past were gone. Having weathered the impeachment storm and the reshuffling of power, the members of parliament were well aware of Titania's absolute control.

She held the loyalty of the Grammer cavalry in her hands and demonstrated exceptional governance skills during the post-war reconstruction.

From reinforcing border defenses to allocating resources for people's livelihoods, every decision precisely addresses Grammer's needs, winning the approval of both the public and the military.

The voting process was a foregone conclusion.

When the result "unanimously approved" appeared on the holographic screen, thunderous applause erupted in the hall.

Unlike the "Empress" title previously bestowed for political balance, this "Empress" title is a triple crowning of power, popular support, and strength.

This means that Titania has supreme power to formulate laws, command the entire army, and appoint and dismiss officials, no longer subject to the constraints of the parliament, and has truly achieved control over the entire Grammer region.

The coronation ceremony was solemnly held in the Central Tower Square.

Titania, dressed in a golden royal robe inlaid with star patterns and wearing a crown made of rare Grammer crystal, received the scepter symbolizing the power of the empire under the watchful eyes of thousands of people and iron-clad warriors.

Sunlight bathed her, and her silver-gray eyes were filled with determination and authority, devoid of any trace of the compromises and considerations of the past.

"From this day forward, the Grammer Empire will stand tall in the sea of ​​stars with even greater strength."

Titania's voice echoed throughout the square through the loudspeakers.

"In the name of the Queen, I will protect every inch of land, bless every citizen, fight threats with allies, and usher in a new era for us."

A deafening cheer erupted in the square.

The shouts of "Long live the Empress!" mingled with the battle cries of the iron cavalry warriors.

After the establishment of the Grammer Empire, Titania did not rush to consolidate her power. Instead, she focused her attention on the Grammer cavalry who had died in battle, and she always remembered the girls in silver armor who had charged at the forefront.

As early as when the Grammer Ironclad was formed, a key design was incorporated into the core system of the Central Tower in order to deal with the ever-evolving threat of the Zerg.

All the Ironclad warriors' power armor is equipped with a life data transmission module. Even if the warriors stop breathing, the module will transmit their combat experience, physical characteristics, and even reaction data when attacked by the Zerg to the central tower database in real time. Originally, this data was used to analyze the Zerg swarm's weaknesses and adjust tactics.

These data now represent hope for the return of the Iron Cavalry.

Titania personally guarded the central tower control room, her fingers flying across the holographic screen.

The screen was filled with flashing data streams, each corresponding to a sacrificed girl. Some were marked "skilled in close combat, unafraid of Zerg acid", while others were noted as "very accurate sniping, having destroyed ten Zerg sentry towers".

She reviewed the data one by one to ensure that no data was lost due to the war.

"Initiate the recasting process and inject core data."

Titania gave the order, and the energy core of the central tower immediately began to hum, with pale blue energy flowing into the reforging chamber through the pipes.

Inside the cabin, the gene template generated based on the data slowly reassembled, and the silver-gray power armor parts were assembled according to the girl's habits before her death. Even the models of the weapons they used and the angles of their sword strikes were perfectly replicated based on the data.

Titania specifically added an "evolution adaptation" setting, referencing the latest Zerg attack methods brought back by the Sacrificial Ironclads. During the reforging, she reinforced the parts of the power armor that were easily penetrated, and made the neural reactions faster, so that the returning girls would be more combat-ready.

When the door to the first reforging chamber opened, and the Iron Knight, clad in upgraded silver-blue armor, opened his eyes, his gaze as sharp as ever, Titania in the control room smiled.

As more and more recasting chambers were activated, the previously empty Iron Cavalry training camp was once again filled with the sound of orderly footsteps.

These returning girls, carrying memories of their past battles, stood before Titania once more.

In the pale blue glow of the central tower's control room, only Titania and Zeus stood side by side.

The holographic screen was still lit up with the final data of the recasting process, and the energy flow in the pipes gradually subsided.

The girl at the front wore silver-blue armor, her helmet removed, revealing features that resembled Titania's. They were an iron cavalry rebuilt based on Titania as a key model.

But when she was three steps away from Zeus, she suddenly stopped, her previously steady breathing suddenly became rapid, and her fingertips subconsciously tightened around the sword at her waist.

She could clearly feel her heart being hit by something, and then it started pounding uncontrollably, even her ears felt hot.

This feeling was both unfamiliar and intense, much like the thrill Titania felt when she first met Zeus, as recorded in the database. Even though it was their first close encounter, it was as if the other's outline had already been etched deep in her memory, and she dared not easily look away.

The iron-clad girls behind him also stopped one after another. Some quietly raised their hands to press their chests, while others stared blankly at Zeus, their faces showing confusion and panic.

Their core programs replicated parts of Titania's sensory templates, and at this moment, they all showed the same heartbeat fluctuations in sync.

Titania sensed something was amiss, glanced at Zeus beside her, and a knowing smile flickered in her eyes.

Zeus raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze sweeping over the blushing girls, his fingertips gently touching Titania's hand, his voice carrying a faint warmth.

"It seems that some marks have not been erased even by data reconstruction."

The girl in the front row finally came to her senses, quickly lowered her head, and her voice was still trembling.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

My heart skipped a beat as I spoke.

Titania looked at the scene before her, gently took Zeus's hand, and her silver-grey eyes were full of tenderness.

Chapter 295 The Post-War Life of the Emperor and King of Space

Beneath the golden dome of the imperial capital, the emperor's figure was enveloped in a halo akin to that of a god, the light piercing through the stained glass windows of the hall and casting sacred and majestic patterns on the ground.

He had just connected the last lost Primarch to the Imperial command system when he turned and walked toward the tactical sandbox.

There were countless red dots marking the area, each representing a "parasite" on the body of the empire.

The nobles who embezzled military supplies, the officials who colluded with foreign races, and the generals who lined their own pockets—these people had taken advantage of the chaos of fighting against the Warp Four and the Amalgamated Zerg to plunder the Empire at will, and now they are finally going to face reckoning.

"Issue the order to activate 'Divine Light Purification'."

The Emperor's voice was calm yet carried an undeniable power. The energy within his halo fluctuated slightly, instantly transmitting the command to every squad of the Imperial Inquisition.

The first to act was the courtroom on the capital planet.

The judges, clad in black and gold armor and wielding sacred torches, stormed into the banquet hall where nobles had gathered.

A lavish party is being held here, the light reflected from the crystal chandeliers mingling with the gold and silver jewelry piled on the tables—wealth that should have been used to rebuild the border defenses.

"In the name of the Emperor, you are suspected of embezzling military supplies and endangering the foundation of the Empire. Arrest immediately!"

As the judge's voice fell, the Holy Flame Scepter burst forth with scorching light. Those noble guards who tried to resist were instantly engulfed by the flames. The remaining people, suppressed by the divine light, did not even have the strength to move and could only slump to the ground, watching the cold handcuffs lock their wrists.

Meanwhile, at a mine on the border, another trial team surrounded the camp of a corrupt general.

This general had secretly sold rare metals produced in the mines to the black market, causing frontline soldiers' power armor to be unable to be repaired in time due to a lack of materials.

When the judge presented the Emperor's decree, he tried to argue that he had "repelled the Zerg," but the golden light pierced through the tent, revealing his past crimes to everyone.

The hidden metal ingots, the communication records with the black market, and even the ledgers of embezzled soldiers' pay were all exposed.

The general's face turned deathly pale instantly, and he knelt down on the ground, all traces of his previous arrogance gone.

In the empire's administrative center, the courts conducted purges against officials.

Those officials who had turned a blind eye to smuggling by foreign races for their own benefit were now being escorted through the office area.

Their desks contained luxury goods from an alien civilization, and their drawers held contracts for trade with other races. Under the divine light, these pieces of evidence floated in mid-air, making them clearly visible to the surrounding clerical staff.

"The laws of the empire cannot be desecrated in the slightest."

The judge pinned the evidence to the bulletin board, the golden marks imprinted on the edges, announcing the fate of these parasites.

The purge was like a golden net, quickly covering the entire empire.

The emperor's aura appeared at every scene of the purge, serving as both a deterrent and a symbol of justice.

No one can escape punishment by virtue of their status or achievements. Whether they are high-ranking nobles or generals with military power, as long as they harm the interests of the empire, they will be exposed by the divine light.

As the last corrupt official was brought into the courtroom, the Emperor stood by the window of the central hall, looking down at the capital planet where order had been restored.

The halo's light gradually softened, and he finally had a moment of leisure. Although most of the worms had been removed from the empire's body, the subsequent repairs would still take time.

......

With the dust of the battle settled, the spaceship returned to its flagship. Before it could even remove the stardust from its armor, its adjutant rushed over with a stack of reports.

Looking at the densely packed records on the report, his relaxed brows instantly furrowed, his fingers gripped the paper tighter and tighter, and finally he couldn't help but hold his forehead and let out a long sigh. His troublesome "sons" had once again caused a huge mess.

What troubled him most was the absurd behavior of that four-man squad.

In their quest to find a crystal that would allow a laser to emit green light—a crystal intended to power the prison—these guys plunged headlong into an unmarked star system without conducting any surveys.

As a result, they stumbled upon the First Legion's prison where the Dark Age Ironmen were being held.

But worse was yet to come. The Hate Burner in the squad, instead of realizing the trouble he had caused, kept babbling at the dormant Iron Man, pouring out his own "hate all threats" rhetoric.

He intended to "educate" Iron Man to recognize the enemy, but he failed to grasp the proper measure and only amplified the emotions of hatred. He never mentioned "the coexistence between humans and Iron Man" from beginning to end. Instead, he portrayed humans as the culprits who plundered resources and disrupted order.

When the prison alarm sounded and the First Legion arrived, the Iron Man, which had been dormant, had already awakened, its eyes flashing with hostility towards humanity, and vanished into the vast universe.

Meanwhile, the four troublemakers were still shifting blame to each other, completely unaware that they had almost unleashed a hidden danger that could have caused turmoil in the star field.

"Finding a piece of green crystal can lead to Iron Man's prison, but teaching Iron Man only breeds hatred..."

The King of Space slammed the report on the table, his voice filled with helplessness. He rubbed his throbbing temples, his mind replaying the various farces his "sons" had committed in the past.

They either race their ships across the star system to prove "whose warship is faster," or they clash with members of other legions over trivial matters.

Now that this has been added to the list, he felt his temples throbbing, and he didn't even have the appetite to drink a cup of tea.

"Pass down the order and bring those four guys back to me."

The King of Space took a deep breath, his tone carrying an unquestionable air of authority.

"Also, strengthen the defenses of the other Iron Man prisons, and send someone to assess the hostility level of that Iron Man. If we don't handle this well, we'll be in big trouble."

The adjutant withdrew, leaving only the King of Space in the flagship's command center. He gazed at the vast sea of ​​stars outside the window and shook his head helplessly.

Compared to the clash of swords on the battlefield, dealing with the mess left by these "sons" seems much more difficult.

Chapter 296 Return

The sea of ​​stars returned to calm, and Zeus had achieved his goal.

At the porthole of the Central Tower, Titania gazed at Zeus beside her, her silver-grey eyes filled with reluctance. Her fingertips gently hooked his sleeve, but she didn't utter a word to ask him to stay.

She knew that Zeus had his own path and could not be bound by this history.

"I have to go now."

Zeus took her hand in his, feeling the familiar warmth at her fingertips, and his voice was gentler than usual.

“With you here, things will only get better.” He paused, his gaze sweeping across the Imperial defenses outside the porthole.

Titania nodded, suppressing the tears welling in her eyes, and forced a faint smile. "I will always wait for you."

There were no lengthy instructions or elaborate words; a short sentence was enough to convey all my feelings.

Zeus then bid a brief farewell to the Emperor and King of the Sky via a communicator.

As he, along with Fanlou and Metatron, opened the treasure box gifted by the Last King, Titania stood atop the Central Tower, watching them go. The three transformed into a golden streak of light, gradually disappearing into the depths of the starry sea.

Zeus and his two companions traversed the river of time, with Sail and Metatron quietly standing guard on either side.

For him, this trip to Grammer was far more than just helping to quell the insect plague and protect the star field; it also filled in the missing piece in his destiny.

Especially when he personally experienced the power of the Last King to travel through time, the strange fluctuations that crossed the dimensions of time did not confuse him. Instead, it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating unexpected ripples.

The tactile sensation of the Last King traveling through time during this journey is vividly present.

It was not a single force impact, but a complex resonance carrying the vibrations of multiple laws.

He could clearly grasp the underlying logic:

It possesses a destructive heat, like the scorching waves of a star's explosion, carrying an irresistible force of destruction, as if it intends to burn away all predetermined trajectories.

Next comes the solidity of preservation, like an eternal barrier spanning the sea of ​​stars, steadily supporting the framework of spacetime amidst the aftershocks of destruction, preventing everything from collapsing completely.

Subsequently, a sense of harmony and unity quietly spread, connecting seemingly opposing forces into an organic whole, just as countless scattered stars are drawn together by gravity and return to a unified order.

Beneath all these perceptions lies the coldness of memory, like ancient fragments sealed deep within the world, bearing the silence of time's passage and silently carrying the traces of the past.