Chapter 269 Human civil war. {2}

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After the humans seized control of Nexum's facilities on the commercial planet of Nakor, their influence spread like wildfire. With a firm grip on key technologies and a thriving black market supplying military-grade weapons to criminal syndicates and mafia factions, they quickly rose to power. Their presence became so overwhelming that even the planet's official guards dared not challenge them. The streets of Nakor, once bustling with trade and commerce, now whispered of fear and submission. This dominance allowed Lilla to establish a temple on the outskirts of Nakor's main commercial city, a place where she could train her growing zealot forces in secrecy. Her paladins, clad in power armor reminiscent of ancient human knights, stood as the generals of this holy army. The armor, a masterpiece forged by Cleo, was a marvel of engineering and control. It enhanced the strength and resilience of its wearer, but beneath its divine exterior lay a hidden safeguard, an explosive command that only Lilla could activate. A failsafe, in case loyalty ever wavered. But such an event was nearly impossible since Paladins were not ordinary soldiers. They were fanatics, bound by unshakable devotion. While Lilla herself was not a warrior, her true power lay in something far more dangerous. She possessed the rare and terrifying ability to bend minds with words alone. Like a master orator, a charismatic ruler who could lead entire nations into ruin yet have their people worship them for it, she turned mere men and women into zealots. Her voice was a weapon, her presence a force of nature. She did not need to fight. That was what her brother was for. He had ascended to the rank of High Inquisitor, the supreme commander of the Order of the Five Paladins. He led their forces into war, while Lilla commanded another five elite female paladins, the ones who never left her side, sworn to protect her and the Holy City at all costs. These paladins were more than warriors. They were humanity's deadliest champions, enhanced by psychic abilities unlocked through the brutal experimentation of the Nexum scientists, scientists whom Lilla had personally condemned to death. Stay tuned to My Virtual Library Empire And now, their faith would be tested. A priestess entered the chamber, her footsteps silent against the cold marble floor. She bowed deeply before speaking, her voice trembling with a mix of reverence and urgency. "Saintess, our stealth drones have located the pagan assault force." Lilla remained still, her eyes closed, her presence radiating calm amidst the storm. "Display it." The holoscreen flickered to life, projecting a grainy yet unmistakable image of the advancing army. The sheer scale of the force was staggering, a sea of soldiers, vehicles, and weaponry stretching as far as the eye could see. The priestess's voice was measured, but tension laced her words. "Their estimated numbers are between two hundred thousand and three hundred thousand soldiers, accompanied by nearly one thousand armored vehicles, including tanks." Lilla exhaled slowly, her expression unreadable. "That is only their land invasion force. I doubt that is the full extent of their military strength. What of their fleet?" The priestess hesitated, her fingers tightening against the sleeves of her robe. "We do not know, Saintess. Our spy drones have been destroyed. Our infiltrators... have been eliminated. We are blind in that regard." For a long moment, there was silence. The weight of the unknown pressed down on the room, the air thick with anticipation. Then, Lilla's voice came, calm and absolute. The golden towers. The towering temple at its heart. The crimson glow of the defensive barriers flickering against the encroaching darkness. A hunter's patience was the difference between a clean kill and a costly battle. He exhaled slowly, his breath visible in the cold air. "Hold the siege," he ordered, his voice calm but firm. "A true hunter knows when to strike. We wait until nightfall." The officer hesitated, his eyes flickering with uncertainty, but he did not question his command. With a sharp nod, he turned and relayed the order. Around them, the invading armies stood poised. Four powerful human generals led four separate divisions, each commanding tens of thousands of soldiers, each overseeing lines of heavily armored vehicles and mobile artillery platforms. Their numbers were overwhelming, their firepower unmatched. Yet, the tension in the air belonged to them. Not to the defenders. No, the attackers were the ones who felt unease creeping into their bones. Because standing at the gates of the Holy City, clad in immaculate white power armor, was their Saintess. Lilla. The living symbol of divine will. The voice of their god. She stood unmoving, framed by the towering entrance of the temple, the crimson glow of her armor casting an ethereal light around her. Her presence alone was enough to make the defenders morale soar to unbreakable heights. For in their eyes, as long as the Saintess stood, their god was with them. And if their god was with them... then no force in the universe could stand against them. Nightfall had finally arrived. General Jiro stepped out of his massive command vehicle, the cool night air filling his lungs as he took a slow, deliberate breath. The battlefield stretched before him, a sea of shadows and flickering lights, the distant glow of the Holy City's defenses casting an eerie luminescence across the horizon. He exhaled, his eyes narrowing as he gazed at the shimmering barrier that had stood as an impenetrable fortress for so long. The time had come. Reaching for his communicator, he spoke with absolute authority, his voice cutting through the stillness like a blade. "It's time. Fire the shield disruptors." A moment of silence followed.... but then ,the night erupted into chaos. A series of violent explosions shook the air, their shockwaves rippling through the battlefield like the wrath of a vengeful god. Brilliant streaks of energy sliced through the darkness, massive projectiles slamming into the Holy City's barriers with earth-shattering force. The ground trembled beneath the onslaught, the very air vibrating with the fury of the assault.

Chapter 269 Human civil war. {2}

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