My Space-Time System - Chapter 598: Interlude.

The Synder Empire had put many plans in place to halt the invaders’ advance and give rise to chances of counterattacks across the empire. However, the space distortion formation rendered almost all their plans useless.

The loss of Verdantovia was more than a reason to call for a meeting to re-strategize, as their previous plans have all been reduced to nothing but dog shit.

“The rain formation might be a pain in the neck, but the space distortion formation is our main problem. The question now is how to defend against it?” Aurelius Frostborne asked the important question that was on everyone’s mind.

However, Emperor Cinder’s response was unexpected, a volatile mix of fury and defiance.

“Defend? When did we become cowards that only defended when being invaded?!” His booming voice reverberated through the chamber, sending shivers down the spines of the assembled councilmen.

“Has centuries of peace gone to your brains and made you all forget who we truly are? We are Conquerors known for our raging and fiery might!” The Emperor’s declaration was resolute. “Activate the Death silos and initiate the war bunker guerilla warfare.”

When it came to technological advancement, the Synder empire was at the forefront. Before and amidst the tumult of impending conflict, the Synder Empire’s technological prowess flourished. Engineers toiled tirelessly, crafting mystical devices and arcane instruments, each an embodiment of the empire’s unwavering determination and technological superiority.

“Yes, Your Highness!”

With a stern nod, the councilmen bowed in unison before disconnecting from the calls, leaving Emperor Cinder to brood with an unsettling blend of determination and smouldering rage etched across his visage.

Meanwhile, across the conquered territories, the Tigeria Empire, having triumphed in the siege of Verdantovia, opted for a strategic deceleration of their advance. This pause, while affording the Synder Empire a brief respite, primarily served the Tigerians’ need to consolidate their recent conquests.

Tigeria’s forces, having swiftly captured crucial cities and resource points, fortified their positions meticulously. Soldiers were granted essential time to rest, allowing them to recover from the grueling battles and preventing the encroachment of fatigue within their ranks.

Simultaneously, the Tigerian strategists aimed to exploit the psychological repercussions of their swift victories upon the Synder Empire. Their rapid territorial gains were intended to sow seeds of discontent among the Synder populace, in turn leading to unrest.

However, this subtle manipulation of sentiments would take time to bear fruit, for the citizens of the Synder Empire still regarded the Tigerian forces as unwelcome intruders, their hostility unwavering despite the invaders’ attempts at political maneuvering.

As the two months passed, a cloak of relative calm enveloped the battlefield. The Tigerian forces, refraining from major confrontations, engaged solely in smaller skirmishes and covert individual missions.

With meticulous precision, a batch of seasoned Tigerian soldiers were deployed, their mission clear. Unbeknownst to them, however, the Synder Empire had been sharpening their vigilance, their senses heightened specifically against the enemy’s Long Distance Warp Array.

The Tigerian soldiers, ignorant of the shifting tides, advanced. Their footsteps echoed through the terrain, each movement calculated, yet the landscape seemed unnaturally still, devoid of the usual signs of conflict.

At the foot of the towering mountain, the Tigerian forces assembled with precision, their movements synchronized as they set up the Long Distance Warp Array. The metallic contraption, etched with intricate symbols, emitted a low thrum as it powered to life. Within its centre, a swirling vortex began to form.

Amidst the hum of the array, soldiers hustled about, organizing the arrival of reinforcements. From the depths of the swirling portal, figures emerged, stepping onto the rugged terrain one after another. The troops poured forth, their armor gleaming under the midday sun as they formed ranks, ready for the commands that awaited.

As the Tigerian forces established their camp, the sun dipped behind the horizon, casting an amber glow over the landscape. Tents were erected, fires kindled, and a sense of quiet anticipation settled over the encampment. Soldiers, weary yet vigilant, awaited further directives from their commanding officers.

Meanwhile, in the capital of the Synder Empire, a foreboding darkness descended. The sky rippled with an ominous hue of dark purple as a beam of the same eerie shade shot upwards, tearing through the clouds with a haunting intensity. The citizens gazed skyward as whispers of an unknown threat spread through the streets like wildfire.

Back at the mountain camp of the Tigerian forces, a sudden disturbance ruptured the tranquility of the night. A deafening roar echoed through the valley as an immense beam of malevolent purple energy descended from the heavens. The sky fractured as the beam descended, painting the clouds a ghastly shade of purple, consuming the entire mountain in a cataclysmic surge of destructive power.

Soldiers, caught unaware by the apocalyptic display, were engulfed in the unforgiving torrent of energy. The camp vanished in an instant, torn asunder by the overwhelming force of the otherworldly assault. Rocks shattered, trees splintered, and the earth trembled as the once-serene mountain became a scene of utter devastation. .

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In the chamber adorned with luxurious curtains and shimmering chandeliers, Cassius sat perched upon his mana crystal throne elevated high above the room. Staring at the war table, Tidewalker IV emanated an air of controlled power. Opposite him stood Dorian, his presence shrouded in an aura of intrigue and calculated menace.

Into this respected presence, a General strode, his manner of walking weighted with urgency. With a visible sense of submission and reverence, he fell to one knee before the trio of leaders, his demeanour conveying the gravity of the news he bore.

“Your Majesties, esteemed leaders,” his voice trembled slightly as he delivered the dire report, “Our assembled forces at the foot of the mountain… they were all wiped out.”

An oppressive silence descended upon the chamber, interrupted only by the soldier’s laboured breaths, as Cassius, Tidewalker IV, and Dorian exchanged glances.

Yet, while the slight shock etched onto the faces of Tidewalker IV and Dorian was evident, Cassius remained an epitome of composure. His countenance, emotionless as ever as he received the news without any visible change.

“The forces have been obliterated, Your Majesty,” the soldier continued, his voice laced with a hint of despair, “With the exception of one, Sealord Dean, left grievously injured. He is the sole survivor.”

The revelation struck with the force of a thunderbolt, leaving Tidewalker IV and Dorian in a stunned silence, grappling with the enormity of the news. Their expressions reflected slight shock.