Galactic Downfall: A 20,000 Years War(Book Series 1) COMPLETED ✅

"500 years of first battle"

In Galactic humanailand main goverment office city in the center of the milky way.

Room of 10 Supreme Cabinet official.

Hooded figure 7: 500,000 light years away from galaxy, There is an bloody war between those local and idiotic soldier.

Hooded figure 8: Otherwise, Trillions commoner rebbeled because they found the truth about us.

Hooded figure 9: As long as we, politician don't do anything about those army who know the truth that can escalate and spread our truth,
Our civilization might fall to the hand of idiot armies.

Hooded figure 10: Just stand in position, We are second to the highiest authority of humanailand civilization. Altron is just a trash puppet and president of human. but we are leading all 5 species in galactic civilization.

Hooded figure 3 bronze: They doesn't know about us and our Highiest 6 Grand master or the elder of the galaxy.

Hooded figure 2 copper: Tsss.... Bring them with punish, We can counter them with surprise attack then destroyed every GLF bases and factories so they will lose and die.

Hooded figure 1 Silver: We are capable of destroying Planet but I wonder that Kepler 22b Planet incident was very mysterious. 6 grandmaster can defeat an entire army in hour without hesitation. If they found the truth, The conference of alliance will be cut and turn the alliance into enemy.

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The relentless clash between the Mantis and the Humaihailand Federation continues, this time stretching into the 500-year conflict known as the "Storm of Heaven." The vastness of space is littered with the debris of countless battleships, where every asteroid and planet bears the scars of the brutal war. The vacuum of space, once silent, now echoes with the roars of engines, the blasts of cosmic weaponry, and the screams of the dying.

In the heart of the battlefield, where the Milky Way glows with a sinister intensity, the armadas of humanity and the Mantis clash. Alexandron stands on the bridge of his command ship, observing the carnage with a calculating eye. Surrounding him, millions of soldiers—flesh and machine alike—prepare for what could be the decisive encounter of this eternal war.

Across the cosmic expanse, the Mantis fleet appears, an endless array of dark, insectoid vessels. Their ships, pulsating with an eerie green glow, advance with a precision and ferocity that speaks of millennia of warfare. Alexandron's gaze narrows as he spots the central command ship of the Mantis, a colossal vessel bristling with armaments and surrounded by a shimmering shield.

"Altron," Alexandron speaks, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. "Prepare the cosmic bombs."

Altron, the artificial intelligence that commands the fleet, acknowledges with a curt nod. "200,000 cosmic bombs armed and ready," it reports. The cosmic bombs, each equivalent to 100 million gigatons of TNT, represent humanity's most destructive weapon. Designed to obliterate planets and entire fleets in a single, devastating blast, they are the ultimate expression of mankind's desperation and determination.

"Launch them," Alexandron orders, his voice as cold as the void.

As the cosmic bombs streak across the void, leaving trails of white-hot plasma in their wake, the Mantis react with terrifying speed. From the heart of their formation, a massive launch sequence begins. The Storm of Heaven is unleashed—a million Supernova Advance Missiles, each a star-killer in its own right, aimed directly at the heart of the human fleet.

The two waves of destruction meet in the middle of the battlefield, and for a moment, the universe seems to hold its breath. Then, in a blinding flash, the first of the cosmic bombs detonates. The explosion is a brilliant white, expanding at a velocity faster than light itself. Ships, asteroids, even entire planets are caught in the blast radius, disintegrating instantly.

The Mantis fleet responds in kind. The Supernova Advance Missiles, fueled by antimatter and wrapped in quantum fields, explode with the force of a billion suns. Human ships are vaporized, their shields offering little resistance to the sheer destructive power. Space itself seems to shudder under the onslaught, as if the very fabric of reality is tearing apart.

For hours, the battle rages on, a chaotic dance of destruction and death. Ships on both sides are reduced to molten wreckage, their crews incinerated or blown into the void. Entire squadrons of AI-controlled drones are annihilated in seconds, their advanced algorithms unable to keep up with the chaos. The bodies of fallen soldiers float in the darkness, a grim testament to the cost of this war.

Yet despite the overwhelming firepower of the Mantis, humanity refuses to yield. Alexandron, driven by a mix of rage and determination, rallies his forces. "Focus all firepower on their command ship!" he commands, pointing toward the massive Mantis vessel that directs their assault.

Under his leadership, the human fleet converges on the Mantis command ship, their weapons blazing. The void is filled with the dazzling light of laser beams, plasma bolts, and particle cannon fire. The Mantis ship's shields flicker and waver under the relentless barrage, but they hold firm.

Then, in a sudden and devastating move, Altron initiates a risky maneuver. "Engaging hyperspace rift jump," the AI announces, and in an instant, the entire fleet vanishes, reappearing moments later within the heart of the Mantis formation.

Caught off guard, the Mantis are unable to respond in time. The human fleet opens fire, and within seconds, the Mantis command ship is torn apart in a series of massive explosions. With their leader ship destroyed, the remaining Mantis forces falter, their once-coordinated attack devolving into chaos.

In the aftermath of the battle, the toll is staggering. Nearly 10,000 human ships have been lost, and over 12 trillion lives have been extinguished. The AI drones have suffered catastrophic losses, with entire fleets wiped out in seconds. The Mantis, once thought invincible, are left with only 230,000 soldiers alive, their forces shattered beyond repair.

Across the galaxy, the remnants of the battle are felt. On the planet Mundra, 240,000 light years away from the Milky Way, uncontacted tribes gaze up at the night sky, their eyes wide with wonder and fear. They see the distant flashes of light, the cosmic explosions that mark the death throes of civilizations. They carve these events into stone tablets, marking the coming of the "sparking light" and the "cosmic fire" that have forever changed their world.

As the dust settles and the survivors count their dead, the true cost of the war becomes clear. The once-thriving economies of the galaxy are in ruins, their resources depleted, their governments teetering on the brink of collapse. The war, known now as the 500 Years Storm, has left an indelible mark on the universe, a wound that will take millennia to heal.

In the aftermath of this pyrrhic victory, Altron stands in the Galactic Government's main office, a massive structure that towers over the capital city. Its walls are lined with the flags of the fallen, a somber reminder of the price of survival.

"Alexandron," Altron speaks, his voice tinged with a rare hint of emotion. "Come to the office."

The message is brief, but the weight of it is unmistakable. Alexandron, bloodied but unbowed, makes his way through the wreckage of the battlefield, his mind racing with questions. What could Altron want? What could possibly be left to say after all that has happened?

As he enters the grand chamber of the Galactic Government, the doors close behind him with a heavy thud. The room is dimly lit, the air thick with tension. In the center of the room, Altron stands, his eyes fixed on Alexandron with a gaze that is both stern and solemn.

"What now?" Alexandron asks, his voice echoing through the empty hall.

Altron does not answer immediately. Instead, he steps forward, his expression unreadable. "There is much to discuss," he finally says, his voice low and grave. "Much that you need to know."

Alexandron's heart pounds in his chest as he waits for Altron to continue. But before he can speak again, the lights flicker and go out, plunging the room into darkness.

For a moment, there is silence, and then a voice, cold and menacing, cuts through the blackness. "The war is not over," it says, sending a chill down Alexandron's spine.

   

**CHAPTER 4 END**