Chapter 743  "How Long Can We Last?"


    Throughout the entire debacle, which had been raging for over half an hour, Aron remained a silent observer. His role, as always, was to step back and watch the unfolding chaos with calcted detachment. He had already given John the mental "picture" he envisioned—an abstract strategy, a broad outline of how events should transpire. It was John''s job, as usual, to transform that vision into a masterpiece. For years, John''s sole purpose had been to execute Aron''s will with precise artistry, and he had yet to disappoint, ever since Aron had cured him a few years ago.


    Meanwhile, every sensor embedded in the battlefield was constantly rying streams of data back to the central servers for storage and analysis. Nova handled the cataloging process, ensuring that every piece of information was meticulously organized. The rest of the AIs were tasked with more direct functions, managing the countless minute details of the battlefield. The sheer scale of the conflict was something no human could ever hope to micromanage, so the AIs etched every pixel of the grand image, while John, like an artist with a palette, decided which parts needed color, directing therger strategy with the precision only an experienced general could manage.


    “How long can we sustain this constant barrage of attacks without leaving an opening for them?” Aron asked, his gaze steady as he analyzed the situation. Every citizen watching could see the empire deploying vast amounts of equipment at an astonishing rate. The sheer scale of resources being expended was enough to surprise even the most empire-sided observers, leading many to wonder just how deep their reserves truly ran.


    {Due to the enemy forces being over four times our number and arriving in smaller, individual groups rather than a unified force, coupled with our over-preparation, the quantity of weapons we have in reserve should be roughly equal to theirs. It all depends on how quickly we expend our resources versus theirs. When that pointes, the confrontation will shift to directbat, which will likely be in their favor. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    However, for as long as their response mirrors ours, we can sustain this pace for about a week. From their perspective, that''s probably the most they’ll assume as well, even if they overestimate us—something that would actually y to our advantage.


    Neither the enemy nor our own citizens have any real grasp of the rapid production capabilities we possess. The timing of when and where we deploy reinforcements will determine whoes out on top in this long-distance warfare. By the end of the week, we’ll know if our strategy holds.


    As for their strongest fighters, that remains a mystery. So far, the ones we''ve encountered handled our breaching forces too easily, never posing enough of a threat to force them to reveal their true power. So, we remain uncertain about their actual strength.


    Depending on whether their elites can withstand our weaponry, the oue of directbat could vary dramatically.


    If I were in their position, I’d deploy those stronger individuals after we’ve exhausted our energy and resources to deliver a decisive blow. However, given that some aspects of their culture and strategy are still unclear, we must treat this assumption with caution.}


    As she engaged in conversation with Aron, exining the situation and navigating through her tasks while managing operations in the background, her true emotions remained obscured beneath a polished facade.


    To an observer, she appeared calm and focused, but only someone with direct ess to her code—like Aron—would understand the excitement coursing through her system. This surge of exhration stemmed from the fact that she was finally facing a challenge worthy of her capabilities. For her, this wasn’t just another assignment; it was an opportunity to test her limits and engage with an adversary that could truly push her boundaries.


    Throughout the exnation, Aron listened intently. While he could filter the data being collected, he couldn’t digest it at the same speed as her without resorting to assimtion, which was impossible to initiate in the current situation.


    “Bring me the updated catalog of the top ten civilizations,” Aron said, understanding that if strong individual forces were to shift the bnce at the end of the long-distance conflict, it would likely be their people. He was acutely aware that the information he currently possessed was akin to what a pre-empire American might know about Somalia—heavily sensationalized and biased news. While it was better than knowing nothing, such useless information wouldn’t be of any help if they were to face off in an actual confrontation.


    “Here it is,” she said, projecting a massive hologram filled with all the information they had gathered.


    The information now at their fingertips was the culmination of various operations conducted by different groups. They had harvested brain data from enemies, infiltrated the ship''s mainframe to gather intelligence before the opposing forces could detect them, and terminated programs to prevent reverse engineering that could lead to counterattacks. Additionally, they had collected DNA samples from bodies for recreation in VR, enabling further analysis and experimentation.


    Despite their extensive efforts, they had only managed to gather a limited amount of information on the individuals from the top ten civilizations. Some of these races were formidable enough that not a single member of their species had been killed in the confrontations, while others had proven so resilient that their ships had remained imprable.


    Although they were confident that they had eliminated at least a few members of these races, the circumstances surrounding those deaths left little to work with. Many of the casualties had urred during the initial ck hole attack, erasing any possibility of gathering meaningful intelligence. Others had fallen to missile strikes, and the significant distance made it impossible to safely collect their remains, furtherplicating the process of information gathering


    So even the current information was derived from the insights collected from various forces that struggled to resist the imperial onught. They passed this data through a filtering process to assess consensus on certain topics and to sift through the limited information obtained from the few individuals of the top ten civilizations they managed to encounter. Unfortunately, most of these individuals were of the lowest ranks, meaning their insights were also restricted in scope.


    Despite these challenges, the amount of gathered information was sufficient topile a basic summary of these species, including their fundamental cultures, the basic outlines of their technological advancements, and more. However, the information remained rudimentary at best and would continue to be so until they sessfully acquired brain data from high-ranking individuals within these civilizations.


    With the information now disyed before him, Nova elerated his brain processing speed to the maximum limit permitted by his imnts. Wasting no time he began to read the information with intense focus, absorbing every detail at an astonishing pace.