Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high! Chapter 1111 749: Four Divine Infusions (2)

Gazing towards Bai E's figure high in the sky, his eyes held an indescribable depth of emotion—capturing the thrill of finally locating the true monarch, along with reflections on the prolonged period of deception, and most significantly, the heavy burden of the brutal truth poised for revelation.

Without a moment's delay, Xu Ruoguang initiated the highest priority communication request to Bai E via a secured internal channel.

"Sire... nay, Your Majesty." Xu Ruoguang's voice, transmitted through the channel, carried a subtle tremble, yet was underscored by an unwavering resolve.

"Your subordinate, Commander of the Black Light Spirit Legion, former commander of the Imperial Seventh Army, codename 'Light Descendant,' reports. The memory seal has been broken; the truth... requires urgent conveyance. The 'Seven Sons of the Empire'... their actions back then..."

Bai E, suspended in the heavens, displayed no outward surprise at this transmission.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze seeming to pierce the warship's armor and fix upon Xu Ruoguang, who stood tall on the ground, his entire bearing transformed.

His eyes remained serene, as if he had long possessed inklings of the truth, patiently awaiting this moment of confirmation.

"I comprehend," Bai E's voice echoed through the channel, steady and composed, betraying little emotion. "Calm the legion, restore order, and attend to the wounded. This matter is now mine to handle."

With those words, Bai E's warship, marked by battles yet exuding an immense presence, altered its course. It averted its attention from the recovering Mine Star and the Seventh Legion below, instead directing its gaze towards the vast depths of space—

There, a formidable fleet, a coalition of the Star Alliance and Peak Alliance, stood poised for a 'purification strike' upon Mine Star. Though profoundly shaken and thrown into disarray by the cosmic-level upheaval of the "Human Emperor's return," they had not retreated, their countless cannons still pointed menacingly towards the now-empty region.

Faced with the majestic and imposing presence of Bai E advancing towards them, this massive joint fleet had already fractured internally following the "declaration" of the Human Emperor's reinstatement.

An invisible tempest swept through the allied fleet. Every commander, every spiritual ability user, and even ordinary soldiers whose spiritual energy reached a certain threshold, or who were closely attuned to the collective will of human civilization, keenly sensed a supreme yet fundamentally 'human' majesty and an intrinsic call resonating within their souls.

It was not an act of subjugation, but rather a resonance, a profound sense of belonging derived from their bloodline and the very roots of their civilization.

Numerous fleet commanders from nations not aligned with the "Seven Sons of the Empire," or those already harboring resentment towards the sons' tyrannical rule, upon experiencing the Human Emperor's will, ordered their fleets to turn their cannons, break formation, and publicly declare with near-unanimity:

"We... we felt it! That is the genuine aura of the 'Emperor'! Precisely as historical records describe!"

"The Star Alliance's proclamation is falsehood! The 'Seven Sons of the Empire' are deliberately concealing the truth!"

"We vehemently reject continuing this unjust siege! Our true adversaries are the High-dimensional Evil Gods and the Bug Race, not the nascent hope of humanity itself!"

"Golden Federation, Steel Alliance... you cannot deny what you did then!"

Even among the "Seven Sons of the Empire," unity was far from absolute.

The resonance stirred by the "Human Emperor's return" acted like a mirror, exposing hidden secrets and long-buried guilt beneath the layers of history.

Beyond the Golden Federation and the Steel Alliance – these two nations serving as the primary architects of past betrayals – along with their most unwavering allies, three of the remaining five nations shifted allegiance or, at the very least, adopted a neutral stance, withdrawing from the conflict amidst turmoil and intense internal deliberation.

Only the principal fleets of the Golden Federation and the Steel Alliance stubbornly maintained their offensive formation, though a palpable wavering and a distinct decline in morale were evident within their ranks.

Aboard the Golden Federation's flagship, the "Glorious Destiny," where Astra was located, the atmosphere grew frigid.

Astra himself was deathly pale; he too had felt the soul-shattering resonance, a powerful force that violently conflicted with the "Human Emperor's betrayal theory" he had been indoctrinated with since childhood, alongside a peculiar power recently manifesting within him.

Even more alarming was the fact that this strange burgeoning power within him was now surging with unprecedented intensity, as if being profoundly stimulated and... beckoned.

Amidst the fracturing of the allied forces, the isolation, and the internal dissent plaguing the Golden Federation and Steel Alliance fleets, a cold, viscous will, saturated with boundless calculation and malice, suddenly erupted from within Astra, as if shattering some unseen barrier!

Such was the might of "conspiracy." It sensed the "Human Emperor" Bai E's genuine return and the terrifying potential he displayed. Aware that its long-standing strategies, which relied on human infighting and betrayal, were on the verge of collapse, it was driven by the looming crisis of its "plan failing." Consequently, it resolved to abandon its usual behind-the-scenes manipulations. Instead, it opted for an unprecedented gamble, initiating a direct, all-out assault. This strike was timed to coincide with Bai E's exhaustion after a grueling battle, aiming to exploit his temporary "weakness" before he could fully solidify his newly claimed position!

"He absolutely cannot... must not be allowed to grow stronger!" Astra's lips moved, but the voice that emerged was not his own, carrying twisted, malevolent whispers. His eyes, overwhelmed by pure darkness, flickered with shifting runes of deceit. "Assemble! Annihilate him!"

As if answering this desperate command, three other formidable wills residing in higher dimensions – "war," "fear," and "plague" – momentarily put aside their animosity. United by the "conspiracy's" enigma and their shared dread of the "Human Emperor," they channeled fragments of their primordial power across dimensions. This power was directed into Astra, the chosen "vessel."