Intergalactic conquest with an AI-Chapter 328: Hive City War. {6}

Meanwhile, far above the battlefield, Rex sat atop a towering building, his golden eyes glowing as his long vision activated. He watched the unfolding chaos with a calm detachment, his expression unreadable.

"So, it has begun," he murmured, his voice low and steady. "Are our preparations ready, Ys?"

Ys, perched comfortably on Rex's lap, nuzzled her head against his chin. "Of course, darling～," she purred, her voice dripping with playful confidence. "My warriors are always ready to fight. And little Lilla's troops are in position too. We're just waiting for your order."

Rex's lips curled into a faint smile. "Good. Let's wait a little longer. We'll only move once their leaders join the battle."

His golden eyes glowed brighter, his vision piercing through the distance as he watched the Elders and the supreme commander prepare for their final clash. The stage was set, the players in position. All that remained was for the real game to begin.

On the ground, the Elders elite forces gathered, their weapons gleaming in the sunlight. The Grand Elder, now fully armored, stood at the forefront, his presence inspiring both awe and dread. He raised his hand, signaling the advance.

"Forward!" he shouted out, his voice carrying across the battlefield as a powerful thunder. "For glory! For victory!"

The Elders forces surged forward like a tidal wave of steel and fury crashing toward the third defensive line. The supreme commander, watching from the wall, tightened his grip on his coffee cup.

"Let them come," he said; his voice was calm but laced with determination. "We'll be waiting."

High above, Rex leaned back, his golden eyes still fixed on the battlefield. "It's almost time," he said softly. "Let's see how this plays out."

On the second day, as the chaotic battle raged in the skies above the planet, the two ground forces clashed in a brutal, all-out war.

The Grand Elder, no longer holding back, unleashed the full might of his army. Every Elder, each a formidable Tier 3 Advanced Cyborg, took to the battlefield, leading their elite units into the fray.

Mechanized infantry, armored vehicles, and advanced war machines rolled forward, a relentless tide of destruction aimed at the supreme commander's forces.

"Sir, it's as you predicted," the supreme commander's second-in-command reported; his voice was steady despite the chaos unfolding around them. "They've launched a full frontal assault. What are your orders?"

The supreme commander, still sipping his coffee atop the defensive wall, didn't even flinch. "Let them take the third defensive line," he said calmly, his eyes fixed on the battlefield.

"But make them work for it. I want a good fight, enough to keep them distracted. You have my authority to mobilize our Elites and Tier 3 Officers. Try to slow the Elders down. If you can injure them, good. If you can kill them, even better."

He pointed toward the distant figure of the Grand Elder. "But be careful with him. If he moves toward you, retreat immediately. We're buying time, not throwing away our best troops."

The second-in-command saluted sharply. "Understood, my lord. I'll make sure your orders are carried out." With that, he descended the wall, shouting orders as he prepared the Elites for the coming battle.

Meanwhile, the Elders forces had already breached the third defensive line. The defenders fought valiantly, but the sheer numbers and firepower of the attackers made their efforts seem futile. That is, until the supreme commander's Elites arrived.

"Elites against Elites!" the second-in-command shouted out while planting the supreme commander's flag atop a battered bunker. "Don't let them walk over our fallen brothers! Fight back!"

His voice carried across the battlefield like a rallying cry that ignited a spark of hope in the defenders.

The arrival of the Elites was a game-changer. Tier 3 officers clashed with the Elders, their battles shaking the ground and lighting up the sky with bursts of energy. The tide of the battle shifted, if only for a moment, as the defenders pushed back with renewed ferocity.

"The general is here!" someone shouted.

"Follow the general!"

"Push them back!"

The defenders morale soared, and the third defensive line became a slaughterhouse. Blood of all colors painted the streets like a macabre masterpiece of war.

The air was thick with the stench of burning metal, ozone, and death. Explosions rocked the ground, and the screams of the dying mingled with the roar of gunfire and the clash of steel.

The Grand Elder watched from a distance, his cybernetic eyes scanning the battlefield. "Hohoho," he chuckled, his voice sounding low and menacing. "So, they still have some fight left in them. Good.... Let's see how long they last."

He turned to his personal guard, his power armor gleaming in the sunlight. "Prepare my chariot. It's time I joined the fray."

High above, Rex observed the carnage through his long vision, his golden eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. "It's getting messy down there," he remarked, his tone calm but tinged with amusement.

Ys, still perched on his lap, giggled. "Messy is an understatement. It's a bloodbath."

Rex's lips curled into a faint smile. "Let them exhaust themselves. When the time is right, we'll step in and clean up the mess."

On the ground, the battle raged on like a brutal dance of death and destruction. The third defensive line had become a no-man's-land, a place where only the strongest or the luckiest survived.

"Darling～, look over there!" Ys grabbed Rex's face, turning it sharply toward the chaos unfolding in the distance.

Rex's eyes widened as he saw the Grand Elder charging onto the battlefield, mounted on what could only be described as a flying death machine, an air bike bristling with guns. And not just a few guns. Lots of guns. The kind of guns that made you question your life choices.

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"Hohoho! I feel young again!" the Grand Elder shouted out, his voice echoing across the battlefield like a man who had just discovered the fountain of youth and decided to weaponize it.

"Seems these old bones still have some fight left!" Behind him, a squadron of veteran soldiers followed, each riding their own air bikes.

They swooped in like a swarm of mechanical hornets, pulverizing defensive structures with surgical precision before vanishing as quickly as they appeared, leaving only smoke and confusion in their wake.

"Ha! So the old man finally decided to join the fun!" the Supreme Commander shouted out happily, with a triumphant grin spreading across his face.

He turned to a nearby officer, his voice dripping with excitement. "You! Send the order to my second-in-command. Tell him to initiate the operation. Let's see how the old geezer handles this!"

Hours later, the Elders forces had breached the third defensive line. Victory seemed within reach. But then, against all expectations, they stopped.

Not only did they stop, they retreated. Back to the second line. The Supreme Commander's jaw dropped, his triumphant grin twisting into a snarl.

"What is the meaning of this?!" he shouted angrily while slamming his fist into the defensive wall. The impact sent cracks spiderwebbing through the structure, and a chunk of it crumbled to the ground. "How could they stop now?!"

"We don't know, Commander!" an officer stammered while kneeling beside him with his head bowed so low it was practically touching the ground. "We kept the plan strictly among the officers. No leaks, I swear!"

"Tsk. Useless! All of you!" The Supreme Commander snatched a nearby cup and hurled it at the officer's head. The impact was brutal, and blood trickled down the man's face, but he didn't dare move.

The Commander's rage was a force of nature, and no one wanted to be in its path.

Meanwhile, back at the Elders' camp, the mood was equally tense but for entirely different reasons.

"Grand Elder! Why have you ordered the retreat?!" the Second Elder shouted, his face red with frustration. "It cost us everything to take the third line! We should be pushing forward, not falling back!"

"Hohoho," the Grand Elder chuckled, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the fiery tempers around him. "Does everyone here feel the same?"

"Yes, Grand Elder!" the others answered in unison, their voices a mix of anger and confusion. "Please, explain your reasoning!"

"Hohoho," he laughed while stroking his long beard with the serenity of a man who had seen it all. "There's no grand reason, my friends. Just a hunch."

"A hunch?!" the Second Elder exploded, his voice cracking like a whip. "You're gambling with our lives on a hunch?!"

The Grand Elder's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Don't underestimate my hunches, young one. I've spent a lifetime plotting against others... and being plotted against. Do you truly believe the Supreme Commander has nothing prepared for us? He's as cunning as a weasel."

The room fell silent, the weight of his words sinking in. Finally, the Third Elder stepped forward, his voice calm but probing. "If the Commander does have a trap waiting for us, what's our next move?"

"Patience, Third Elder," the Grand Elder replied, his gaze drifting toward the sky. "While the Commander is indeed cunning, he has the temper of a young bull. And I've already set the stage to make that bull charge."

As if on cue, the distant hum of engines filled the air. The Elders looked up just as a fleet of bombers appeared on the horizon, streaking toward the Supreme Commander's fortress at breakneck speed. The Grand Elder's smile widened.

"Hohoho. Let's see how he likes a taste of his own medicine."

"Ys, get going; what we needed to join the war is finally here." Rex looked at the bombers while Mini Cleo showed him what kind of bombs they were carrying.