The Last Commander of the Red Alert

Chapter 572: The Final Battle

To think that the high-ranking members of the Ghost Clan intended to retreat on their Warships was something unforeseen, not only by most of the Ghost Clan but also by the humans.

"I wonder how many Warships the Ghost Clan acquired initially. If their number is too large, we could be in trouble."

The concerned voice of Marshal resonated throughout. The representative from the Red Alert Empire remained nonchalant. Only Prince Hewlett picked up the conversation.

"Marshal, do we have records from the previous battles? We should have deployed a substantial number of Warships." On this matter, Prince Hewlett, once a carefree prince, was ignorant.

"I am not certain of the exact intel, but by rough estimate, the Ghost Clan may possess no less than ten Warships."

This figure caused a subtle change in the faces of those present. Ten was no small number. Considering that one Warship could accommodate up to a hundred thousand individuals, ten meant a million. Pushing the limits, it could even be between five to ten million.

Should this many of the Ghost Clan escape, they would become a lingering threat. No one could be certain that these Ghost Clan members wouldn't return one day. They must be eradicated at the root!

Considering the number of Warships currently held by humans, probably less than twenty, if a battle does ensue, it's uncertain who the victor might be.

"I believe we must initiate the final battle. We cannot let them escape," Marshal declared decisively, realizing the gravity of the situation.

Elated, Marshal turned to the representative of the Red Alert Empire, "What are your thoughts?"

"If you both agree, then of course, I am in agreement."

With all parties agreeing to the final battle, the soldiers and weapons were set into motion. The might of the military pressed in, gradually reducing the territory of the Ghost Clan.

However, unbeknownst to them, internal strife had erupted within the Ghost Clan.

Ever since news spread of the Ghost Clan high-ranking members wanting to flee, many members began secretly leveraging connections, hoping to ensure a seat for themselves.

But with limited Warships and the vast number of Ghost Clan members, not everyone could be accommodated, leading to a dilemma. The few who could escape were in stark contrast to the majority left behind. How could they accept such abandonment?

Conflicts sporadically erupted within the Ghost Clan. Although suppressed, the internal rifts were irreparable.

"Why has this happened? Who leaked the information?" The supreme Ghost Master raged.

They could have left quietly. However, due to the leak, their departure became near impossible.

Every Ghost Clan member had connections. With each Warship capable of carrying hundreds of thousands, they all vied for a spot. Instead of strategizing against the humans, their meetings revolved around seat allocation.

Spy #2 remained silent, deep in contemplation.

At that moment, Proxy appeared with a stern expression, "Lord God has decreed that no member of the Ghost Clan is to leave Yan Yun Star!"

"What?" The Ghost Clan was taken aback.

In their eyes, Lord God was omnipotent. Even if they left the planet, their faith in the deity remained unshaken.

Little did they know, the god they worshiped, a substandard deity, couldn't harness their consciousness if they were too distant, which was, of course, unacceptable.

"Why would Lord God issue such a decree?" The Ghost Clan was confounded.

Spy #2 stirred the pot, deepening the chaos within the Ghost Clan.

Bound to Yan Yun Star, they had no option but to face the humans head-on, a guaranteed loss for the Ghost Clan.

They dared not question the deity and began to devise new strategies. But the humans didn't provide them any respite. Reports arrived that the humans were prepping for an all-out war against the Ghost Clan. All human forces converged on the Ghost Clan territories. Even the strongest humans were mobilized.

"If humans seek a decisive battle, let's give them one!"

Su Chen had intended to swiftly take control of Yan Yun Star and complete his mission. Little did he expect the unexpected assistance from the Spectral Moth.

With no escape, the Ghost Clan had to engage in a do-or-die battle against the humans.

The ultimate battle had begun!

The main force was still the Restoration Army, with the human alliance following suit. Only the Red Alert Empire's army was absent.

"What do you mean by this? It's the final battle, and you're still preserving your troops?" Marshal glared discontentedly at the Red Alert Empire's representative.

"Preserve troops? Marshal, you're mistaken. Our forces have long been stationed elsewhere. Did you think this was the only battleground?"

It dawned on Marshal. Throughout this period, their focus had been on the eastern front, unaware of the situation in the west. Had the Red Alert Empire been managing the western front all along?

Why hadn't this been communicated? Even Prince Hewlett hadn't informed him.

He had assumed the Restoration Army managed both fronts.

Surprisingly, the battle went smoother than anticipated. The Ghost Clan seemed to have lost their will to fight, constantly contemplating escape.

In contrast, humans, armed with weapons from the Red Alert Base, crushed the Ghost Clan with overwhelming force, advancing towards their mysterious headquarters.

As the Ghost Clan's territories dwindled, their once enigmatic base was now within human grasp. If destroyed, victory would be the humans'!

The Ghost Clan reacted swiftly, especially Ghost Master, the interim leader, who ordered the destruction of all their teleportation devices. They had sealed off their last escape route, left with no choice but to fight till the end.

Should they lose, it would mean the annihilation of the Ghost Clan. Those Ghost Clan members in the Underworld were not considered true members, as they lacked the Ghost Patterns. Only those bearing the patterns were genuine Ghost Clan members.

If their ancestor Taru heard this, he'd probably scoff at them. Without the Ghost Patterns, they were the true Ghost Clan.

"Commander, if the battle scope is vast and the Ghost Clan suffer immense casualties, what then?" Spy #2 expressed concern, knowing the Commander's intention was to subdue, not annihilate the Ghost Clan.

"Don't worry, I have an ace up my sleeve," Su Chen responded with a mysterious grin.

Spy #2, having full faith in the Commander, didn't probe further. He divulged crucial Ghost Clan intel, notably a scheme devised by Ghost Master.

Even at this critical juncture, the Ghost Clan was up to their tricks.

(To be continued...)

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