<h4>Chapter 705 Chapter 705 Something Wrong</h4>


    With that, Aldred''s holographic projection faded away with a burst of light.


    Aldred sighed as he stepped onto the deck of his Ster Seraph, the gship of the Celestial toon. The holographic projections of the vast gxy glittered around him, disying the myriads and stars thatposed the Imperium. He ran his fingers through his hair, a mix of silver and ck, reflecting the burden of his responsibilities.


    Hismunication console blinked with urgent messages from various emissaries scattered across the gxy. Each notification represented a unique challenge or crisis that demanded his attention. With a resigned expression, Aldred navigated through the holographic interface to prioritize the iing messages.


    The first call was from Commander Naria, who was overseeing a resource extraction operation on a barren, desert. The leaders there were hesitant to allocate their scarce resources, and Naria needed guidance on navigating the delicate negotiations.


    "Commander Naria, this is Aldred. I understand the difficulties you''re facing. Sometimes, a personal touch can make a difference. Share stories of how these resources will contribute to the defense of the Imperium. Appeal to their sense of duty," Aldred advised.


    Naria nodded, her holographic image flickering. "Thank you, Aldred. I''ll try that approach and see if it resonates with them."


    As the call with Naria ended, another one came in. This time, it was Captain Zeltron, who was managing aplex logistical operation on a gas giant.


    "Aldred, we''re having trouble with the atmospheric extraction process. The vtile nature of the gases is causing dys, and the extraction tforms are at risk," Zeltron reported, concern evident in his holographic projection.


    Aldred frowned, contemting the situation. "Captain Zeltron, prioritize safety first. If the extraction tforms are at risk, pull back and reassess the approach. We can''t afford idents that might harm both our emissaries and thes we''re trying to help."


    Zeltron nodded, a determined expression on his face. "Understood, Aldred. We''ll revise our strategy and proceed cautiously."


    The series of calls continued, each emissary facing unique challenges in their assigned missions. From political resistance to technical issues, theplexities of gathering resources from diverses tested the capabilities of the Celestial toon.


    Aldred couldn''t help but feel the weight of responsibility. The sess of the entire mission rested on the collective efforts of his emissaries and the cooperation of the members. He initiated calls with Cleome, Smander, and other head emissaries to coordinate a unified approach.


    "Being a gctic leader is so much harder. If my wives are here… they could''ve help with so much."


    Back in his world, his wives helped him with various tasks which greatly reduced his load.


    As he worked to address the issues raised by his emissaries, Aldred couldn''t shake the underlying concern that time was of the essence. The war effort required swift and efficient resource gathering to bolster the Imperium''s defenses.


    In the midst of managing the crisis, Aldred took a moment to nce at the holographic star map, depicting the vastness of the gxy. The thought of the looming demonic forces served as a stark reminder that every resource, every negotiation, and every decision mattered in the face of an existential threat.


    "This war will let me know how powerful Lord Malgorth is."


    Themand center of the Ster Seraph buzzed with activity as Aldred continued to manage the various challenges presented by his emissaries. Just as he was engrossed in a conversation with Captain Zeltron about the revised strategy for extracting resources from the gas giant, the doors to themand center slid open, and Vortimer entered.


    Vortimer, a sentient robot-entity with a sleek metallic exterior, moved with an almost graceful efficiency. The soft hum of his servos resonated in the room as he approached Aldred.


    "Aldred," Vortimer spoke in a synthesized voice, "I bring urgent news regarding the movements of the demon army."


    Aldred''s attention shifted immediately from the holographic interface to Vortimer. The mention of the demon army heightened the gravity of the situation. "What news do you have, Vortimer?"


    Vortimer projected a holographic disy showcasing a star system on the brink of chaos. Red blips, representing the demonic forces, swarmed like a swarm of locusts across the celestial expanse. They were converging on multiples within the Imperium.


    "The demon army has altered its trajectory," Vortimer exined. "Their numbers have increased significantly, and they are targeting keys within our territory. It seems they have gained intelligence about our resource gathering efforts."


    Aldred''s jaw tightened as he observed the holographic representation of the impending threat. The demons were a relentless force, driven by a malevolent agenda that sought to consume entire worlds. The fact that they were targeting specifics indicated a level of strategy previously unseen.


    "We can''t let them disrupt our operations. Our resource gathering is essential for us," Aldred said, a steely resolve in his eyes.


    Vortimer nodded. "Indeed, Commander. I have calcted potential trajectories and identified criticals at risk. We must fortify our defenses and allocate resources strategically to fend off the impending demonic assault."


    Aldred turned to the holographic star map, his mind racing with the implications of this new development. Thes that were crucial for resource extraction were now in the crosshairs of the demon army.


    "Alert all emissaries. We need to strengthen the defenses of the targeteds immediately," Aldredmanded. "Coordinate with theary councils and deploy our fleets to intercept the demons."


    Vortimer''s eyes flickered. "Why are you so troubled? Aren''t you the human that conquered the Xantis Expanse within a few weeks? A bunch of cockroach swarms makes you sweat?"


    Aldred realized something as he shook his head. Vortimer was right. Something was wrong with him.


    He had fought through many wars and battles before. Something like this shouldn''t even stress him too much.


    Perhaps it was because he stayed in this room too much. He need to move around.


    He need to fight.


    Aldred''s face turned serious. "Vortimer, tell Shinari to take my post. I want to go somewhere."