Starting from the Planetary Governor - Chapter 1592 - 900: The Angel's Pyrrhic Victory

Dante’s consciousness floated in the void for what felt like an eternity. He dreamed he was lying at the bottom of a pool of blood, countless decaying hands dragging him into the abyss.

Those hands belonged not only to his fallen Blood Angel offspring but also to countless mortals beyond counting. They emerged from the viscous blood plasma, their faces gnawed by the insect swarm screaming silently as if cursing and questioning him.

He kneeled by the edge of the blood pool, tears streaming down his face, constantly confessing and apologizing.

It wasn’t until a soothing breath pierced his chest cavity that he snapped his eyes open.

“Wonderful, you’re awake.”

Dante could hear the speaker’s excitement.

It was his battle brother, the Blood Angels’ Pharmacist.

He was very familiar with his medical officer, naturally.

However, standing beside the medical officer was someone he didn’t recognize.

Yet, looking at him felt… ‘familiar’.

Familiar mainly from his paint scheme—blood-red—identical to the Blood Angel Corps.

If one had to point out a difference, firstly, his stature was even taller than an average Interstellar Warrior. This level of height exceeded the scope of individual difference.

Additionally, the emblem on his shoulder was different from the Blood Angels’; it was shaped like a scythe.

Dante slowly spoke: “I don’t recall any offspring of the Blood Angels with this emblem. Could this unfamiliar battle brother solve a puzzle for an old fool?”

He called himself an old fool, but he surely wasn’t confused.

Dante sensed a familiar kinship from the bloodline of this tall interstellar warrior, allowing him to be nearly certain this was a blood brother of Saint Gerard’s offspring.

But it was merely a feeling.

Dante was far from confused; he had memorized every sub-group of the Blood Angels in his mind. Whether they were destroyed, lost, or betrayed, he remembered them.

But he didn’t remember this emblem.

What’s more, his unusual physique also puzzled Dante.

In his gentle inquiry, he stealthily moved his hand down, ready to grab the weapon at his lower back.

He habitually hid a dagger there.

But he couldn’t find it.

His armor had been completely removed, leaving him utterly naked, where no dagger could be hidden.

Additionally, his body felt very wrong.

Firstly, he was extremely weak, and even the simple action of reaching back caused him tremendous pain.

He recalled the events before his coma, fighting fiercely surrounded by enemies. He had killed countless foes, among them insect nest tyrants and executioner tyrants.

Yet eventually, he couldn’t withstand the endless siege as wounds accumulated, leading him to lose consciousness and fight only by instinct.

From that point forth, he remembered nothing.

He initially thought he was dead.

Looking now, it seemed he had reclaimed his life, though the injuries would take time to fully recover from.

Besides the weakness, he felt a special energy pulsating within his body.

This force swiftly repaired his body, but it was unfamiliar.

“Please don’t move,” the unfamiliar battle brother spoke, “Your chest still has three pieces of insect race armor lodged in it, and your right lung is completely carbonized. You need to rest, and after this fortified potion is administered, a surgery will get you out of danger.”

“Regarding your previous question, I can answer it. I’m Yuren Sosa, chief pharmacist of the Crimson Scythe battle group. Our battle group was established during the fourth Dark Side Expedition and has a relatively short history of just twenty-three years. However, we received continued requests for aid from the mother group and came to support…”

Claiming Sosa, the Crimson Scythe pharmacist explained quite a bit, but the more Dante listened, the less he comprehended.

Crimson Scythe? Never heard of it.

Wasn’t notification supposed to be sent to the mother group when a sub-group was established?

What is the Dark Side Expedition?

History of only twenty-three years? Twenty-three years ago, did the Empire hold a founding ritual for the Holy Blood sub-group?

Didn’t the Scarlet Scar tear the Empire into two? Could the Empire have new battle groups to support the Dark Side in just twenty-three years?

He had so many questions in his mind.

“Rest first, and then hear the tale when you’re better.” Sosa suggested.

“No, I need to know the truth.”

In their gaze, Sosa yielded to the legendary hero of the Empire.

He recounted the experiences of the support troops.

They came from the fourth Dark Side Expedition, indeed. The so-called Dark Side Expedition was authorized by Gu Hang, the governor, High Lord of the Alliance of the Empire’s Dark Side. It involved constructing a Starfighter Battle Group using Genetic Seed Banks they collected.

Currently, the Dark Side Expedition has reached the Hexiang Cosmic Domain, where the Blood Angels are located.

After receiving the Blood Angels’ call for aid, they immediately arrived on the battlefield.

Even Gu Hang himself was there because he valued the Blood Angel Corps, personally arriving on the battlefield.

However, by the time the main force of the Alliance’s Southern Line Expeditionary Force arrived, the Blood Angels and their offspring were already nearing defeat against this gigantic insect nest tentacle fleet.

The Blood Angels and their offspring, along with countless mortal armies, had fought bravely, suffering huge losses and sacrifices, exhausting the insect nest’s forces to a near-breaking point.

Yet manpower was limited, and it seemed the Blood Angels were on the verge of total annihilation before exhausting the insect swarm’s living forces.

Once the insect nest completed its massacre, they could acquire vast amounts of biomass—not just in quantity, but terrifyingly high in quality.

At that time, shortly after recovery, the insect nest’s size could restore half or even more; more frighteningly, its prime nest creatures’ combat ability and quantity would reach new heights, becoming even more powerful enemies than those that invaded the Netherworld Star System.

From this perspective, the Alliance came just in time.

They intervened in the battle, providing desperately needed living forces to the Blood Angels, giving them a moment to breathe while bringing substantial material and equipment supplies, allowing the Blood Angels, once almost depleted, to regain some combat power.

The Alliance’s advance fleet and the remnants of the Blood Angels thus managed to endure the most dangerous period.

Later, led by Gu Hang, the main force of the Alliance’s Southern Line descended upon the battlefield.

The insect nest, already on the brink of collapse, couldn’t hold up any longer.

They conceded defeat and began to retreat, but faced pursuit and were eventually annihilated, with the Queen also slain.

This was the Empire’s greatest victory over the Void Insect Species in history, and the method of victory was unique: through a brutal and arduous bloodbrawl that exhausted the insect species to death.

“Thus you see, we won, Battle Group Leader,” Sosa’s gaze carried respect when he said this.

Yet Dante couldn’t laugh:

“How many did we lose?”

His voice sounded like sandpaper scraping metal.

When his Pharmacist began reporting the fatality numbers, he raised his hand to stop, “Just tell me how many angels can still stand.”

“Currently, 4,721 remain. Of those, able to fight… no more than three thousand.”

These were the mere remnants of the twenty-one thousand Blood Angel offspring.