Chapter 714: 714 Domino Effect
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Chapter 714 714 Domino Effect
Francus and Grigor looked at each other. "I am not dreaming, right?" Francus questioned, a mixture of disbelief and relief evident in his voice.
Grigor chuckled. "If this is a dream, it's the most vivid one I've ever had."The original source of this content is n0ve1bin★
As the celestial forces continued to mop up the remnants of the demonic threat, the local planetary forces regained their composure. In the command center, officers who moments ago faced the imminent destruction of their planet now exchanged glances of disbelief and gratitude.
The planetary forces, propelled by newfound hope, initiated a coordinated effort to clean up the battlefield. Teams of rescuers, equipped with advanced technology, descended onto the wreckage of the fallen cargo ship. Their primary mission: to tend to the wounded and salvage whatever remained.
Francus and Grigor, still on the remnants of the cargo ship, let out a sigh of relief as the rescuers approached. The shockwaves of the battle had left them battered and broken, but the mere fact that they survived was a testament to their resilience.
The rescuers, equipped with anti-gravity devices, carefully lifted Francus and Grigor off the rubble. As they ascended, Francus couldn't help but glance at the remnants of the cosmic clash that unfolded around them. The celestial ballet, now a memory etched in the vastness of space, had given way to a scene of recovery.
That was one of the key traits of humanity's greatness. Their ability to quickly rebuild after destructions was one of the fastest and efficient within the galaxy.
On a medical transport vessel, Francus and Grigor were greeted by a team of skilled doctors. The medical personnel, shocked that the two veterans managed to survive the fall and the subsequent explosion.
"How is this possible? They only lose an arm and a leg. Are there any more survivors?"
"None. Only the two of them survived the fall."
"They fall from low orbit of the planet and the ship created an explosion equivalent to that."
In the makeshift infirmary, the doctors marveled at the resilience of Francus and Grigor. "Surviving that fall and explosion is nothing short of miraculous," one of the doctors remarked, shaking his head in disbelief.
Francus, lying on a medical bed, grinned through the pain. "Well, we've been through worse."
Grigor, receiving treatment for his mangled shoulder, chuckled. "You can say that again."
Shinari stepped into the room with a sense of urgency and began her report to Aldred. "Aldred, there's something you need to know. On a distant world, certain factions are resorting to a rather elaborate scheme. They've crafted a fake terrorist organization and orchestrated a play, depicting their planet as if it's under occupation by these entirely fictional threats. The objective is clear: they want to create a narrative suggesting that their world is facing imminent danger from within, aiming to divert attention away from the cosmic conflict and discredit any attempts to support your cause."
Aldred listened intently to Shinari's report, his expression a mix of concern and contemplation. "Fabricating a terrorist threat to avoid the cosmic conflict... ingenious, yet dangerous," he mused.
Shinari nodded. "It's a desperate attempt to maintain a semblance of peace. The fear of the unknown, coupled with doubts about your intentions, has led some civilizations to extreme measures."
Aldred leaned forward, his gaze piercing through the holographic displays. "We can't allow misinformation to derail our mission. We need to address these concerns and find common ground. Communication is key."
Aldred nodded in agreement. "Prepare a broadcast. I'll address the galaxy and make our stance clear. It's time to unite against the true enemy and dispel the shadows of doubt."
Meanwhile, on various worlds, the underground factions continued their clashes of ideology. Some sought diplomatic means to express their concerns, hoping for a peaceful resolution, while others remained adamant in their opposition to Aldred's cosmic alliance.
Aldred's proclamation resonated across the cosmic expanse, his voice amplified by the advanced communication networks that interconnected the galaxy. With a tone that carried the weight of celestial authority, he invoked the name of Inquisitor Aeliana, a figure of immense power and influence within the Imperium.
"Galactic citizens, I, Aldred, speak with the authority bestowed upon me by the esteemed Inquisitor Aeliana. I understand the concerns that shroud your hearts, and the yearning for tranquility in these trying times. Yet, we face a peril that transcends the boundaries of our individual worlds. The demons, relentless and insatiable, threaten all life across the cosmos. If we falter in unity, they will engulf everything in their voracious path."
The subtle use of Inquisitor Aeliana's name carried an implicit message, a not-so-veiled warning to those who hesitated to contribute to the cosmic war effort. Aldred continued, his words a cosmic decree tinged with the unspoken threat that only heretics and traitors would defy the call to arms.
"Under the watchful gaze of Inquisitor Aeliana, we must recognize the gravity of our situation. The demons show no mercy, no distinction between friend or foe. To abstain from this cosmic struggle is to court annihilation, and inaction only serves to pave the way for the encroaching darkness."
Across countless worlds, leaders and citizens alike heard the resonating message. The mention of Inquisitor Aeliana's name struck a chord of both reverence and trepidation. Whispers of her influence permeated the political chambers and common spaces, and the threat veiled within Aldred's words sent ripples of concern through the diverse civilizations.
In the wake of Aldred's address, a wave of reactions swept across the galaxy. Some saw the invocation of Inquisitor Aeliana as a call to duty, a reminder of the Imperium's watchful eye and the consequences of defiance. They rallied their forces, committing to the cosmic battle against the demonic threat.
However, not all received the message with unquestioning loyalty. On certain worlds, dissent simmered beneath the surface. Leaders wary of losing autonomy and civilians skeptical of the cosmic conflict began to voice their reservations. They questioned the legitimacy of Aldred's authority and the true motivations behind the celestial war.
"That will shut most of them in the meantime," Aldred said.
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Chapter 714 714 Domino Effect
Francus and Grigor looked at each other. "I am not dreaming, right?" Francus questioned, a mixture of disbelief and relief evident in his voice.
Grigor chuckled. "If this is a dream, it's the most vivid one I've ever had."The original source of this content is n0ve1bin★
As the celestial forces continued to mop up the remnants of the demonic threat, the local planetary forces regained their composure. In the command center, officers who moments ago faced the imminent destruction of their planet now exchanged glances of disbelief and gratitude.
The planetary forces, propelled by newfound hope, initiated a coordinated effort to clean up the battlefield. Teams of rescuers, equipped with advanced technology, descended onto the wreckage of the fallen cargo ship. Their primary mission: to tend to the wounded and salvage whatever remained.
Francus and Grigor, still on the remnants of the cargo ship, let out a sigh of relief as the rescuers approached. The shockwaves of the battle had left them battered and broken, but the mere fact that they survived was a testament to their resilience.
The rescuers, equipped with anti-gravity devices, carefully lifted Francus and Grigor off the rubble. As they ascended, Francus couldn't help but glance at the remnants of the cosmic clash that unfolded around them. The celestial ballet, now a memory etched in the vastness of space, had given way to a scene of recovery.
That was one of the key traits of humanity's greatness. Their ability to quickly rebuild after destructions was one of the fastest and efficient within the galaxy.
On a medical transport vessel, Francus and Grigor were greeted by a team of skilled doctors. The medical personnel, shocked that the two veterans managed to survive the fall and the subsequent explosion.
"How is this possible? They only lose an arm and a leg. Are there any more survivors?"
"None. Only the two of them survived the fall."
"They fall from low orbit of the planet and the ship created an explosion equivalent to that."
In the makeshift infirmary, the doctors marveled at the resilience of Francus and Grigor. "Surviving that fall and explosion is nothing short of miraculous," one of the doctors remarked, shaking his head in disbelief.
Francus, lying on a medical bed, grinned through the pain. "Well, we've been through worse."
Grigor, receiving treatment for his mangled shoulder, chuckled. "You can say that again."
Shinari stepped into the room with a sense of urgency and began her report to Aldred. "Aldred, there's something you need to know. On a distant world, certain factions are resorting to a rather elaborate scheme. They've crafted a fake terrorist organization and orchestrated a play, depicting their planet as if it's under occupation by these entirely fictional threats. The objective is clear: they want to create a narrative suggesting that their world is facing imminent danger from within, aiming to divert attention away from the cosmic conflict and discredit any attempts to support your cause."
Aldred listened intently to Shinari's report, his expression a mix of concern and contemplation. "Fabricating a terrorist threat to avoid the cosmic conflict... ingenious, yet dangerous," he mused.
Shinari nodded. "It's a desperate attempt to maintain a semblance of peace. The fear of the unknown, coupled with doubts about your intentions, has led some civilizations to extreme measures."
Aldred leaned forward, his gaze piercing through the holographic displays. "We can't allow misinformation to derail our mission. We need to address these concerns and find common ground. Communication is key."
Aldred nodded in agreement. "Prepare a broadcast. I'll address the galaxy and make our stance clear. It's time to unite against the true enemy and dispel the shadows of doubt."
Meanwhile, on various worlds, the underground factions continued their clashes of ideology. Some sought diplomatic means to express their concerns, hoping for a peaceful resolution, while others remained adamant in their opposition to Aldred's cosmic alliance.
Aldred's proclamation resonated across the cosmic expanse, his voice amplified by the advanced communication networks that interconnected the galaxy. With a tone that carried the weight of celestial authority, he invoked the name of Inquisitor Aeliana, a figure of immense power and influence within the Imperium.
"Galactic citizens, I, Aldred, speak with the authority bestowed upon me by the esteemed Inquisitor Aeliana. I understand the concerns that shroud your hearts, and the yearning for tranquility in these trying times. Yet, we face a peril that transcends the boundaries of our individual worlds. The demons, relentless and insatiable, threaten all life across the cosmos. If we falter in unity, they will engulf everything in their voracious path."
The subtle use of Inquisitor Aeliana's name carried an implicit message, a not-so-veiled warning to those who hesitated to contribute to the cosmic war effort. Aldred continued, his words a cosmic decree tinged with the unspoken threat that only heretics and traitors would defy the call to arms.
"Under the watchful gaze of Inquisitor Aeliana, we must recognize the gravity of our situation. The demons show no mercy, no distinction between friend or foe. To abstain from this cosmic struggle is to court annihilation, and inaction only serves to pave the way for the encroaching darkness."
Across countless worlds, leaders and citizens alike heard the resonating message. The mention of Inquisitor Aeliana's name struck a chord of both reverence and trepidation. Whispers of her influence permeated the political chambers and common spaces, and the threat veiled within Aldred's words sent ripples of concern through the diverse civilizations.
In the wake of Aldred's address, a wave of reactions swept across the galaxy. Some saw the invocation of Inquisitor Aeliana as a call to duty, a reminder of the Imperium's watchful eye and the consequences of defiance. They rallied their forces, committing to the cosmic battle against the demonic threat.
However, not all received the message with unquestioning loyalty. On certain worlds, dissent simmered beneath the surface. Leaders wary of losing autonomy and civilians skeptical of the cosmic conflict began to voice their reservations. They questioned the legitimacy of Aldred's authority and the true motivations behind the celestial war.
"That will shut most of them in the meantime," Aldred said.
Chapter 714 714 Domino EffectFrancus and Grigor looked at each other. "I am not dreaming, right?" Francus questioned, a mixture of disbelief and relief evident in his voice.Grigor chuckled. "If this is a dream, it's the most vivid one I've ever had."The original source of this content is n0ve1binAs the celestial forces continued to mop up the remnants of the demonic threat, the local planetary forces regained their composure. In the command center, officers who moments ago faced the imminent destruction of their planet now exchanged glances of disbelief and gratitude.The planetary forces, propelled by newfound hope, initiated a coordinated effort to clean up the battlefield. Teams of rescuers, equipped with advanced technology, descended onto the wreckage of the fallen cargo ship. Their primary mission: to tend to the wounded and salvage whatever remained.Francus and Grigor, still on the remnants of the cargo ship, let out a sigh of relief as the rescuers approached. The shockwaves of the battle had left them battered and broken, but the mere fact that they survived was a testament to their resilience.The rescuers, equipped with anti-gravity devices, carefully lifted Francus and Grigor off the rubble. As they ascended, Francus couldn't help but glance at the remnants of the cosmic clash that unfolded around them. The celestial ballet, now a memory etched in the vastness of space, had given way to a scene of recovery.That was one of the key traits of humanity's greatness. Their ability to quickly rebuild after destructions was one of the fastest and efficient within the galaxy.On a medical transport vessel, Francus and Grigor were greeted by a team of skilled doctors. The medical personnel, shocked that the two veterans managed to survive the fall and the subsequent explosion."How is this possible? They only lose an arm and a leg. Are there any more survivors?""None. Only the two of them survived the fall.""They fall from low orbit of the planet and the ship created an explosion equivalent to that." In the makeshift infirmary, the doctors marveled at the resilience of Francus and Grigor. "Surviving that fall and explosion is nothing short of miraculous," one of the doctors remarked, shaking his head in disbelief.Francus, lying on a medical bed, grinned through the pain. "Well, we've been through worse."Grigor, receiving treatment for his mangled shoulder, chuckled. "You can say that again."Shinari stepped into the room with a sense of urgency and began her report to Aldred. "Aldred, there's something you need to know. On a distant world, certain factions are resorting to a rather elaborate scheme. They've crafted a fake terrorist organization and orchestrated a play, depicting their planet as if it's under occupation by these entirely fictional threats. The objective is clear: they want to create a narrative suggesting that their world is facing imminent danger from within, aiming to divert attention away from the cosmic conflict and discredit any attempts to support your cause."Aldred listened intently to Shinari's report, his expression a mix of concern and contemplation. "Fabricating a terrorist threat to avoid the cosmic conflict... ingenious, yet dangerous," he mused.Shinari nodded. "It's a desperate attempt to maintain a semblance of peace. The fear of the unknown, coupled with doubts about your intentions, has led some civilizations to extreme measures."Aldred leaned forward, his gaze piercing through the holographic displays. "We can't allow misinformation to derail our mission. We need to address these concerns and find common ground. Communication is key."Aldred nodded in agreement. "Prepare a broadcast. I'll address the galaxy and make our stance clear. It's time to unite against the true enemy and dispel the shadows of doubt."Meanwhile, on various worlds, the underground factions continued their clashes of ideology. Some sought diplomatic means to express their concerns, hoping for a peaceful resolution, while others remained adamant in their opposition to Aldred's cosmic alliance.Aldred's proclamation resonated across the cosmic expanse, his voice amplified by the advanced communication networks that interconnected the galaxy. With a tone that carried the weight of celestial authority, he invoked the name of Inquisitor Aeliana, a figure of immense power and influence within the Imperium."Galactic citizens, I, Aldred, speak with the authority bestowed upon me by the esteemed Inquisitor Aeliana. I understand the concerns that shroud your hearts, and the yearning for tranquility in these trying times. Yet, we face a peril that transcends the boundaries of our individual worlds. The demons, relentless and insatiable, threaten all life across the cosmos. If we falter in unity, they will engulf everything in their voracious path."The subtle use of Inquisitor Aeliana's name carried an implicit message, a not-so-veiled warning to those who hesitated to contribute to the cosmic war effort. Aldred continued, his words a cosmic decree tinged with the unspoken threat that only heretics and traitors would defy the call to arms."Under the watchful gaze of Inquisitor Aeliana, we must recognize the gravity of our situation. The demons show no mercy, no distinction between friend or foe. To abstain from this cosmic struggle is to court annihilation, and inaction only serves to pave the way for the encroaching darkness."Across countless worlds, leaders and citizens alike heard the resonating message. The mention of Inquisitor Aeliana's name struck a chord of both reverence and trepidation. Whispers of her influence permeated the political chambers and common spaces, and the threat veiled within Aldred's words sent ripples of concern through the diverse civilizations.In the wake of Aldred's address, a wave of reactions swept across the galaxy. Some saw the invocation of Inquisitor Aeliana as a call to duty, a reminder of the Imperium's watchful eye and the consequences of defiance. They rallied their forces, committing to the cosmic battle against the demonic threat.However, not all received the message with unquestioning loyalty. On certain worlds, dissent simmered beneath the surface. Leaders wary of losing autonomy and civilians skeptical of the cosmic conflict began to voice their reservations. They questioned the legitimacy of Aldred's authority and the true motivations behind the celestial war."That will shut most of them in the meantime," Aldred said.
