129: Chapter 129 The War of All Races is No Human Being's Job

"Form ranks! Everyone, form ranks! Those bugs won't be here for another three days, and you're all acting like you've seen ghosts! What is the meaning of this?"

Prince Krol stood on the bridge of the flagship "Thunder Throne," his voice so loud it could be heard even on the communication channels of the neighboring Angel Race fleet.

This veteran Tier 6 powerhouse of the Olympia Empire was currently glaring with eyes as wide as copper bells, watching the chaotic fleets of the weaker races on the holographic star map.

It was truly chaotic.

Some fleets were still leisurely adjusting their formations, while others were already panicking and retreating to the rear.

There were even a few micro-fleets of the Gnome Race—their ships were as small as toys—that were actually playing "hide and seek," trying to hide behind the engine nozzles of the Light Giant Race warships.

"Do they think the Zerg are blind?" Krol pointed at those few Gnome warships and turned to ask his adjutant.

The adjutant stifled a laugh: "Your Highness, the Gnome Race's tactical manual states... 'Utilize all available cover'."

"Then why don't they just crawl into our gun barrels?" Krol rolled his eyes. "Forget it, let them be. Have them distance themselves from the main fleet group, adjust on their own, and let them do as they please."

The warning radar's detection range showed that the formal engagement was about three days of travel away.

This time was sufficient for the escort fleet to complete preparations—theoretically.

In reality, when fleets from over three hundred races were gathered together, the word "preparations" became exceptionally abstract.

"Report! The Forest Elf Race demands we adjust our shield frequency to the 'Delta band,' saying the current frequency is interfering with their shields!"

"Report! The Elf Race is complaining that the Demon Race's shadow energy is contaminating their projections of the Tree of Life!"

"Report! The Slime Race's flagship... has melted. It wasn't attacked; they had an internal split and argument, and in a fit of anger, they dissolved themselves. They are currently using reserve slime to reconstruct..."

In the command center's communication channel, such reports were endless.

Major General Zhao Yu rubbed his temples, feeling as though he wasn't commanding an interstellar war, but rather holding a kindergarten parent-teacher meeting.

"Let them coordinate among themselves." He waved his hand lethargically. "As long as they don't start fighting, they can do whatever they want."

In the starry sky, the largest military force to arrive this time was the Olympia Empire's Third Imperial Guard Legion.

Although they didn't deploy their entire force, they had sent the majority, accounting for one-fifth of the total forces present.

Those fleets of warships shimmering with lightning were exceptionally conspicuous in the sea of stars, casting a uniform, opulent gold across the formation.

The Blazing Dragon Federation, Holy Alliance, Angel Race, Demon Race, and other powerful races each arrived with a scale of tens of thousands of warships.

Combined, they accounted for two-thirds of the total forces.

The rest were fleets from the weaker races—although the numbers looked significant, their combat power, well...

"The main gun caliber of the Kobold Race's flagship isn't even as thick as my arm."

Major General Zhao Yu had just stepped out of the joint command headquarters, and the operators in the purple subtlety's command room couldn't help but complain, "Did they bring their mining ships?"

"Strictly speaking, that is their main capital ship." Zhao Yu pulled up the data. "The Kobold Race makes a living by mining, and their warships are all modified mining ships. The advantage is that they are durable and rugged; the disadvantage is... apart from being durable and rugged, they have no other advantages."

The adjutant on the side added: "And they have a combat habit—they run away the moment they make contact with the enemy, then come back to fight after running for a while. During the last joint exercise, the Kobold fleet was surrounded by simulated Zerg, and they ran away on the spot, scattering the rear guard formation. The organizing committee was so angry they docked their funding for three years."

Everyone: "..."

"And these are the stronger ones among the weaker races." Zhao Yu continued. "Only three hundred races from the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races came this time; the rest don't even have the capability to participate in such an activity—it's not that they don't want to come, it's that their ships' top speeds haven't even reached the speed of light."

"I really don't know what all that funding given to the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races development subsidy foundation every year is being fed into. Just the resources contributed by the Blazing Dragon Federation over these years would be enough to build two Watcher Legions!"

The distress signal was sent out immediately.

The nearest reinforcements were the Saint Laurent Legion, which could arrive in about three days—if there were no accidents.

"Perhaps they can join the formation before the battle starts," Bishop Albert said optimistically.

"Perhaps they'll get halfway there, realize they forgot their lunch, and turn back to get it," Prince Krol retorted unceremoniously.

As it turned out, the Prince's jinx might have been enchanted.

The Saint Laurent Legion did not arrive before the battle; they hadn't even synced their current location.

"Lost contact?" Zhao Yu frowned.

"No, it's 'poor signal'." The Holy Alliance communicator explained cautiously, "The commander of the Saint Laurent Legion says... they are passing through a nebula with nice scenery and intend to take a few souvenir photos first, asking us not to rush them."

Bishop Albert was silent for three seconds, then smiled and said, "After this battle is over, I will personally go to the Saint Laurent Legion headquarters and use Holy Light to 'purify' their commander's brain."

The reinforcements further away were the second-line corps of the Holy Alliance, and it was hard to say when they could be mobilized.

To wait for their support, the escort fleet would have to hold out for at least twenty days.

"If it's twenty days, perhaps the Watcher Legion can also make it in time," Zhao Yu calculated.

Considering that a war of this scale should not be constrained by national red tape, Zhao Yu proposed to Albert that they request more reinforcements from the Yanlong Alliance.

Bishop Albert readily agreed—after all, everyone was now grasshoppers tied to the same rope, ah no, allies standing on the same front line.

"I have already contacted the 'Great Wall' defense line of the Blazing Dragon Federation," Zhao Yu said. "The five major legions—Guardian, Blue Lightning, Purple Thunder, Gale, and Curtain Rain—are assembling and can arrive in fifteen days at the earliest."

"Blazing Dragon is that fast! All four legions of Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning are coming? Looks like they're planning something big. I've also notified Olympia," Prince Krol grinned. "My foolish son is bringing the Fifth Imperial Guard Legion and is on his way, about twelve days. It's just that the boy is a bit directionally challenged, so I have to send him a location update from time to time, lest he accidentally runs off to the Zerg homeworld for a vacation."

It took two whole days to barely arrange the battle formation.

During this time, countless ridiculous things happened:

The Light Giant Race and the Forest Elf Race had a fight over "incompatible shield color schemes"—the Giants liked flashy gold, while the Elves wanted vibrant green.

The Demon Race secretly plastered "small advertisements" on the Angel Race's warships, with content written in shadow energy: "Holy Light perm, 20% off." It made the Angel commander so angry they almost opened fire with purification cannons.

"I sometimes really wonder," Zhao Yu looked at the chaotic scene and muttered, "The Zerg haven't attacked in these few hundred years, is it because they were laughed at by our stupidity?"

The formation was finally determined:

The core center was the Olympia Third Imperial Guard Legion, which would be the position bearing the most pressure—Prince Krol patted his chest and said, "Rest assured, our Olympia ships have nothing else, but they are durable!"

The Watcher Legion was on the left edge of the formation, and the Angel and Demon troops were on the right edge. These two sides were the anchor positions and absolutely could not collapse—once they collapsed, the entire battle line would easily be dismantled step by step.

"There will definitely be no problems on our side." The Angel commander elegantly smoothed their wings. "It's the Demon side... just hope they don't suddenly start selling insurance in the middle of the fight."

The Demon commander shot back a charming eye roll: "At most we'll sell some shadow beauty packages, which is still better than your Holy Light perms."

The Holy Alliance troops were behind the Olympia Empire—mainly because the Holy Alliance's Glow ships and Flare ships were famously high-attack and fragile; unless it was a crushing advantage, they couldn't hold the front.

"We'll just comfortably act as damage dealers," Bishop Albert said calmly. "Fragile units have their own way of fighting."

As for the remaining weaker races... they were arranged in the second line of fire, and their task was simple: clean up the small fry left over from the firepower of the front-line fleets, so as to avoid wasting the main fleet's close-in defense cannon energy.

Mainly, one really didn't know how long this group of races could hold out.

"Running away is a specialty of these races," Prince Krol was very realistic. "Giving them heavy responsibilities is purely sabotaging oneself."

On the ground, Li Yuan and his group did not know that the situation on the starry battlefield had become this tense, and they were still cleaning up the Zerg according to plan.

Life was quite fulfilling.

Harvesting nearly ten million Zerg corpses every day, Li Yuan's Light Guardians were soaking up life essence every day, and they were soaking it up to the point of being a bit strange.

"Master, look at them—" Laya pointed at a squad of Light Guardians who were transporting Zerg corpses, her expression subtle. "Are they getting more and more... pink and tender?"

Li Yuan looked closely and was also stunned.

Indeed, those Light Guardians were originally pure light elemental constructs, radiating a milky white glow throughout. But now, the edges of their armor were actually glowing with a faint pink halo, and the armor design was changing—the shoulder armor had softened, the waist armor had tightened, the leg armor...

"Why are they starting to wear skirts?!" Li Yuan widened his eyes.

To be precise, it wasn't a skirt, but the hem of the armor had become like tassets, with exquisite pleated textures. Combined with that pinkish light effect, the whole style changed abruptly, from "Templar Warriors" to "Magical Girls."

"Absorbed too much life essence, evolved an aesthetic sense?" Laya guessed.

A Light Guardian happened to pass by, heard the conversation, and actually turned around, cupping their face with both hands—this action was definitely newly learned—and made a "kira~☆" sparkling pose.

Li Yuan and Laya were both silent.

"Next time, let them absorb less," Li Yuan rubbed his forehead. "If they keep absorbing it, I'm afraid they'll start singing and dancing rap one day."