novelonline Chapter 2677 The First Great War Between the World Government and the Galactic Empire!
Chapter 2677 The First Great War Between the World Government and the Galactic Empire!
Chapter 2677 The First Great War Between the World Government and the Galactic Empire!
The white coats of justice stretched out like a surging sea of clouds.
Every officer present exuded a powerful aura that could make ordinary people feel uneasy, even suffocated and terrified.
They possess an aura of dominance honed through countless life-and-death trials.
He possesses a physique strong enough to tear steel apart with his bare hands.
And all sorts of amazing and bizarre supernatural abilities.
Even the weakest of these men, a major.
He would be considered a top-tier powerhouse in most parts of the world.
You should know that they are not ordinary majors.
Instead, they emerged from fierce competition.
They are qualified to join the World Government's first space fleet.
And the elite who followed Borsalino on his expedition.
Huoshaoshan looked around, feeling the almost tangible fighting spirit in the air, and his smile grew even brighter.
"Although I don't know exactly what Admiral Kizaru will do."
"But those guys from the Galactic Empire are in big trouble."
At the same time that the navy's elite forces were deployed.
On the other side of the Gintama Galaxy, billions of kilometers apart.
The flagship of the Seventh Fleet of the Galactic Empire is an astonishing ten kilometers long.
Inside the Bismarck-class dreadnought, which resembles a space island.
The atmosphere here is completely different.
In contrast, the navy's side was filled with both passion and fighting spirit.
This place is filled with extreme order, coldness, and arrogance.
The massive bridge command center is large enough to accommodate thousands of people working simultaneously.
The four sides feature a panoramic starry sky projection.
It makes people feel as if they are floating in the universe.
Rows and rows of workstations.
Officers in silver-gray uniforms were processing massive amounts of data on the screen with mechanical precision.
Many Nim people can be seen among them.
Admiral Frederick Morrison, who served as commander of the Seventh Fleet.
A refined man with fair skin, sharp features, a high nose bridge, brown hair, and green eyes.
He was lounging lazily in the leather seat.
He was also holding a glass of expensive red wine from the 'Large Magellanic Cloud'.
The scarlet liquid clung to the glass, displaying an alluring color.
He has the typical demeanor of an imperial aristocrat.
His eyes revealed indifference towards the lower classes.
"This is what they call the World Government Fleet?"
General Morrison glanced at the holographic sand table in front of him.
The positions of the warships of the various factions present were marked with different colors.
"It doesn't seem like much."
"Not to mention the crude craftsmanship, apart from a few slightly larger ones, the rest are simply scrap metal."
In his eyes, a warship that is less than a kilometer long cannot be called a warship.
It can only be called an auxiliary spaceship, or a civilian spaceship, or a pirate spaceship.
Colonel Adrian, the adjutant standing nearby, immediately plastered on a fawning smile and bowed in agreement:
"Of course, Your Excellency General."
"These native forces in the border star system only managed to win against one of our squadrons in the previous conflict by a bit of luck and some kind of special technology they didn't know."
When the defeat was mentioned, Morrison frowned slightly, and a shadow fell over his eyes.
"Hmph, that's because Igor Delacour is incompetent!"
"We were ambushed by two groups of monkeys who had just left their home planet!"
"This is a disgrace to the Galactic Empire!"
After saying this, General Morrison tilted his head back and drank the red wine in one gulp.
He casually tossed the valuable crystal glass to a servant.
His tone suddenly turned cold.
"But this time they have nowhere to run."
“Those bastards were as slippery as eels before.”
"Now we're finally trapped in this star system, and it looks like they're planning to start a direct war here."
General Morrison sneered and pointed at the holographic virtual sand table, as if he wanted to crush the ants on the other side.
"Pass down the order: launch the attack in twenty minutes."
"I want to see them turn into cosmic debris in three hours."
"And five hours later."
"I want to rest my head on the Shogunate Princess's lap inside the star!"
"Yes, Your Excellency!"
Colonel Adrian immediately responded.
He knew perfectly well the real reason why General Morrison was in such a hurry.
The Galactic Empire's General Command on Scarborough.
We have been urging the Seventh Fleet to resolve this issue as soon as possible.
The Sea Star Government, the Altana Liberation Army, and this suddenly appearing world government.
I heard it's because the war between the front lines and the Space Federation has entered a heated phase.
The combat zone had become a meat grinder and a graveyard for warships.
Countless planets affected were destroyed.
Therefore, the Galactic Empire is becoming increasingly intolerant of these 'fleas' continuing to thrash around within its borders.
General Morrison said with a fierce look in his eyes:
"First, annihilate them with overwhelming force, then locate their home planet!"
At this point, he stood up and looked down over the entire command hall.
His tone was arrogant and domineering.
"I want all civilizations in this galaxy to know this."
"Even during times of war, the Galactic Empire will not tolerate provocation."
"Anyone who dares to resist, I will annihilate them completely and let this Bismarck-class dreadnought burn their planet to glass!"
Colonel Adrian nodded repeatedly, then suddenly his eyes darted around as if he had thought of something, and he leaned closer and whispered:
"Speaking of the World Government's homeworld admiral, I've recently heard some interesting rumors."
"Oh?"
General Morrison raised an eyebrow: "What rumor?"
"Some merchants and pirates engaged in gray trade on the internet refer to the star system where this 'world government' is located as the 'treasure star system'."
Seeing that he had piqued the other party's interest, Colonel Adry continued mysteriously:
"It is said that there are multiple planets there that contain rare minerals and biological resources."
"Treasure Galaxy?"
General Morrison's eyes lit up instantly.
That was a light called greed.
In the universe, resources are everything.
Maintaining the fleet or enhancing one's status within the empire requires massive amounts of wealth.
Colonel Adly added, "Yes, but this rumor has become a bit strange lately."
"It is said that those spaceships that went to explore never returned."
"Including some well-known space pirate crews."
"Ha, doesn't that explain the problem even more?"
General Morrison licked his lips, and the gloom on his face vanished.
Instead, there was the excitement of a hunter discovering a fat sheep.
"It seems we have another reason to travel to each other's home planet."
He sat back in the conductor's chair, his fingers rhythmically tapping the armrests.
Their eyes were fixed on the large screen, on the most conspicuous ship of the First Fleet, the 'Freya'.
In the eyes of this General Frederick Morrison.
Those were no longer just enemy ships.
Rather, it is a treasure map leading to endless wealth.
"This kind of thing happens frequently in this universe."
"The nouveau riche in the countryside, guarding mountains of gold and silver, only have a few firewood sticks to protect them."
"These civilizations, once discovered, are a free fortune and a source of immense wealth!"
"Adrian, tell all captains to hurry up!"
"Yes, Your Excellency!"
soon.
With the order issued by General Morrison.
The massive Seventh Fleet began to slowly deploy its formation.
More than 1,500 spaceships with a range of over one kilometer.
The engine spewed out a dazzling blue exhaust flame, and countless dark cannon muzzles adjusted their angles.
Lock onto every warship in the World Government's First Fleet.
however.
Admiral Morrison, lost in fantasies of impending victory and wealth, was unaware of this.
The 'fire stick' in his eyes was actually the blazing sun that could burn the sky.
What he thought were 'nouveau riche' were a group of ruthless people who dared to even drag down and beat the gods.
In a depressing atmosphere.
The distance between the two fleets, totaling nearly five thousand men, is constantly decreasing.
A real space war is about to begin in the galaxy where Silver Soul Star is located.
This was also the first direct confrontation between the Galactic Empire and the World Government.
(End of this chapter)