<h4>Chapter 692 Chapter 692 High Lord Varian</h4>


    The billions of mercenaries unleashed a storm of chaos upon the Xantis Expanse, spreading the conflict across thousands ofs and sr systems.


    The once serene and bustling cosmic region now echoed with the sounds of war.


    The battles were fought not only on the main za but also in the expansivendscapes of diverses. From arid deserts to dense jungles, mercenaries shed with the Tribe of Ghost in a desperate struggle for dominance.


    Laser beams and explosions lit up the skies, casting an otherworldly glow on the celestial bodies that witnessed the unfolding war.


    Aldred watched this battle within the Celestial Seraph. "Vortimer, help these mercenaries. Give them information and coordinate them properly."


    Vortimer snorted. "You spoke as if I am your subordinate."


    Aldred smiled, not forgetting that Vortimer''s true body was much more powerful. "You misunderstood. I am speaking with a friendly tone which mean I consider you as a friend."


    "Friend?"


    "Friend. Bonded by the same goal and ambition. Nothing can divide us except if one day our goal changed, however, that is unlikely."


    Vortimer did not reply, instead, he quickly went to work.


    Aldred kept his smile, however, deep inside, he was thinking of relinquishing his dependence on Vortimer. One way to do was to rebuild his golem and undead army.


    Still, the technology Vortimer offered was tooplex. It was soplex that it would be impossible to match it in a short amount of time if Aldred would start from scratch.


    Not to mention the advancement of technology were rapid. Every single year, there would always be upgrade and updates.


    There was simply no way to catch up if he had to do all of this alone. Unless, he could find someone as capable as Vortimer.


    ''What about Smander? He''s been distracted from his engineering work because he always focused on fighting. Maybe if I helped his talent a little bit, he can do it.''


    Suddenly, loads of data entered into the mercenaries''ms. Vital structures, enemy locations, military hierarchy, and hidden agents were all exposed to them.


    All of a sudden, random buildings exploded one after another as they bombarded the agents and spies hidden within them.


    On one, a group of mercenaries fought fiercely in the midst of a vibrant alien forest. Trees were scorched and ancient creatures fled from the violence. The mercenaries, once strangers from different corners of the gxy, began to exhibit a surprising level of coordination and synergy.


    Meanwhile, in the vastness of space, dogfights erupted as fleets of ships shed in intense space battles. Mercenary vessels, adorned with the emblem of the Celestial toon, engaged in skirmishes against the stealthy and agile ships of the Tribe of Ghost. Explosions painted streaks of light across the cosmic canvas as the mercenaries fought to control the spacenes.


    Smander led the expedition to cleanse the Tribe of Ghost from the cosmic theater. Battleships were powerful machine of war that could even decimate an entire by itself.


    "Most of the ships retreated already," Smander reported. "Don''t worry about the sky. Leave them to me."


    The mercenaries didn''t really have battleships of their own. Most of them rode a cruise ship to reach this region.


    Aldred, observing the chaos from the Ster Seraph, felt a surge of pride. The mercenaries, initially a disparate group, were proving to be a force to be reckoned with. However, he knew that the Tribe of Ghost, being cunning and ruthless, would not go down without a fight.


    The old man, who had initiated the first strike, continued to lead the charge on the front lines. His boomingughter echoed through the chaos as he sted through Tribe of Ghost guards with his powerful cannon.


    As the battle raged on, alliances formed among the mercenaries. Language barriers were broken, and cultures melded into a unified front against themon enemy. The once-quiet za had be a crucible where bonds were forged in the heat of battle.


    Amidst the carnage, the Tribe of Ghost fought desperately to defend their territory.


    High Lord Varian, the enigmatic leader of the Tribe of Ghost, paced back and forth in hismand center, a concealed fortress hidden beneath the surface of a deste moon. The news of the sudden and coordinated assault by the mercenaries had ignited a fierce anger within him. His eyes glowed with a mixture of frustration and determination.


    "How dare!? How dare they!"He mmed his hand on the holographic table, causing the images of the ongoing battles across the Xantis Expanse to flicker. "Coming to my territory and attacking my soldiers! What impudence!"


    The generals, gathered around the table, exchanged uneasy nces. Varian''s voice echoed in the chamber,ced with suppressed fury.


    "Exin to me, how did these mercenaries prate our defenses so swiftly andunch such a coordinated attack?" Varian demanded, his gaze fixed on his generals. "The Xantis Expanse should be under myplete control! We should know where every insects in our are!"


    One of the generals, a seasoned tactician named Ka, stepped forward. "My Lord, it appears they had insider information. Our agents and spies within their ranks have been neutralized. The Celestial toon seems to possess advanced technology that allowed them to expose and eliminate our hidden operatives."


    "Fuck them! I knew I shouldn''t have let them invite billions of mercenaries in my region! What was I thinking?"


    "You can''t know at that time, my lord. The idea of billions of people entering our region is a great idea as it will boost our economy to a new level. In fact, from an economist point of view, our territory should be sufficient enough to sustain itself and we don''t have to resort to stealing anymore."


    Indeed, the billions of people would be an injection of money and manpower.


    However, that was merely an illusion.


    "Tell me, do we have any agents left?"


    "Unfortunately, we almost have none, my lord. The rest of our spies are currently running for their lives."


    Varian''s fists clenched as he absorbed the information. The loss of their covertwork was a severe blow to the Tribe of Ghost''s strategy. "How could this happen? Have we been infiltrated?"


    "I do not think we have a rat amongst us, my lord. Thinking so will be a dangerous thought as everyone will be wary of each other."


    "We should believe there aren''t any spies within us, however, it will be wise if we secretly look for one."


    Ka nodded. "It seems their leader, Aldred, has a powerful ally. Our attempts to track theirmunications have been futile. They possess technology beyond anything we''ve encountered before."


    Varian''s eyes narrowed. The situation had escted beyond a mere sh between mercenaries and his Tribe. This was now a battle against formidable adversaries with advanced technology and strategic prowess.


    Another general, a cold and calcting figure named Shinob, added, "My Lord, our forces are holding ground in some sectors, but casualties are rising. The mercenaries fight with an unusual level of coordination. It''s as if they''ve undergone extensive training, perhaps military-grade simtions."


    High Lord Varian''s eyes gleamed with a mixture of fury and determination as he absorbed the grim news from his generals.


    The ongoing battles across the Xantis Expanse had be a battlefield unlike any the Tribe of Ghost had faced before. The Celestial toon, armed with advanced technology and strategic prowess, proved to be a formidable adversary.


    The very fact that billions of enemies entered deep in their territory was a vital key for their helplessness.


    "We underestimated them," Varian muttered, his voice a low growl. "But we won''t allow this upstart Celestial toon to challenge our dominion. We shall not falter! We will fight and reim what is rightfully ours."


    Shinob, the calcting general, spoke up. "My Lord, we have elite legion of warships awaiting yourmand. Our best warriors are ready to engage the mercenaries directly. We can hit them where they least expect it and regain control."


    Varian nodded, considering the proposal. "Yes, we''ll strike swiftly and decisively. Gather our elite forces and prepare for a counteroffensive. I want the mercenaries to feel the weight of our retaliation."


    The generals all agreed for a counter-attack.


    The generals were in the midst of finalizing their counteroffensive ns when, with a sudden crash, a group of robots breached through the ceiling of Varian''smand center. Theynded with precision, forming a protective perimeter around the room, their weapons aimed at the startled generals.


    Leading this robotic incursion was Quantum Sentinel, Vortimer''s royal sentient robot guard. The massive, bulky humanoid figure, d in metallic armor, had a cold, unyielding presence. Its glowing green eyes scanned the room, assessing the potential threats.


    Varian''s eyes narrowed as he assessed the situation. "What is the meaning of this intrusion? Who dares to breach the sanctum of the Tribe of Ghost?"


    Quantum Sentinel spoke with a mechanical voice that resonated through themand center.


    "I am Quantum Sentinel, loyal servant of Vortimer. By themand of Aldred, leader of the Celestial toon, I am here to ensure the safety of High Lord Varian and to oversee the cooperation of the Tribe of Ghost in the ongoing conflict."