Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

Super Battleships and Super Cruisers blotted out the sky, almost covering it with a layer of black armor.

Countless orbital weapons accompanied by a large number of Jedi Jetpacks descended from near-Earth orbit, catching the Fallen Light Energy Race completely off guard.

No way!

It doesn’t make sense!

Yellow Springs Warrior, Jedi Jetpack, this is indeed the Superhuman Federation!

But they didn’t fight like this a few hundred years ago!

Back then, we were so dominant, bullying the Superhuman Federation was as easy as a strong man crushing a child.

If it weren’t for the limited numbers, how could we have lost?

This time, we’re all armed, the whole clan is all in, yet we can’t win?

The supreme commanders responsible for the frontline battlefield were almost driven mad, urgently calling for reinforcements from the rear.

The human commanders saw this.

You’re calling for reinforcements? Can’t I do the same?

Watch me bring in a truckload of backup to destroy you!

Both sides possess superluminal engines, and transport ships kept arriving one after another, continuously reinforcing the center of the battlefield.

In just one day, regions with battles bloodier than the Meilafeng River appeared.

This battle was even bloodier and more brutal, like a meat grinder continuously devouring the lives of soldiers on both sides.

The front lines were troubled, and the temporary capital at the rear of the Fallen Light Energy Race was even more troubled.

Having completed their transformation, they were no longer adapted to life in the ocean.

If this revenge war is not won, they would truly face extinction.

Above New Cyberstan, the Celestial Vault Giant Eye.

Inside the highest command of the Fallen Light Energy Race, the atmosphere was somewhat heavy.

The Clan Leader of the Fallen Light Energy Race sat on a technologically advanced throne, surrounded by a blue aura, eyes closed in meditation.

Beside the full-spectrum sand table below, a group of Fallen Light Energy Decision Makers gathered around, looking for a breakthrough strategy.

The player from the resistance suggested, ”My lord, our people are all extremely powerful warriors. Why don’t we attempt a decapitation strike on the capital Eros of the Superhuman Federation?”

”If successful, we could win without any effort. I heard that more than half a month ago, the Superhuman Federation just experienced a coup, and now the situation must be tumultuous, giving us a great opportunity to act.”

The largest Light Energy Decision Maker in the room glanced at him disdainfully, mocking, ”Foolish creature, we possess superluminal transition technology, as if those filthy disgusting humans don’t?”

”Waging war on the frontier is an unspoken understanding. If we were to decapitate them, sending too few warriors would lead to an easy mass wipeout by the enemy. Sending too many, the rear becomes vulnerable, creating gaps in the defense line, giving the enemy even more chances.”

”Such breaking of unspoken rules would also lead them to decapitate us, and to not suffer losses, we would decapitate back, evolving into a back-and-forth use of superluminal transition technology for mutual annihilation.”

”The outcome, win or lose aside, would leave nothing but scorched earth on the entire planet!”

”We’ve long since abandoned the oceans, destroying the land, are we to reside in the sky?”

”We seek not just revenge against the Superhuman Federation, but a piece of land where our people can thrive and flourish. If it’s only slaughter for the sake of slaughter, why not embrace the darkness completely?”