Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'

The particle accelerator has been activated for 20 minutes.

The Frost Plated bureaucrats in the bunker were extremely tense, holding their breath and quietly waiting for news.

Due to the interference caused by high-energy particles, no one knew what was happening underground. After all, the small black hole they created was somewhat boastful, at most, it could only be considered a high-mass conglomerate.

Whether Lord Entropy was annihilated, they were unsure. The electronic warfare system of Frost Plated was already malfunctioning, and all non-military facilities across the region were shut down.

But fortunately, Frost Plated possessed the best intelligence agency in the world.

Without electronic offices, the agents of the Third Rule used steam pipes to deliver paper intelligence to high-level decision-makers. At this moment, no one complained about the harsh conditions. Each General used pencils and rulers to sketch on the front line. Without AI assistance, they used war games to simulate results, which the Third Rule then conveyed to the front-line and nearby areas using short-range radio communications.

If one were to romanticize, these Holy Fools might create an incredible miracle under such harsh conditions.

But this is reality.

In reality, starting now, the upper echelons of Frost Plated lost their battlefield awareness. Previously in control, the technocrats became helpless, unable to perform even basic office tasks.

They then realized that the relationship between Frost Plated and technology was not simply that of users and tools, but that of believers and deities, slaves and slave masters.

Once technology was lost, Frost Plated would head towards complete destruction.

Yet even so, David Lyn remained unmoved like a mountain, with a calculator by his side, analyzing manually organized tables. By looking at the damage data and enemy advancement speed, he assessed the Apostle of Entropy's offensive and objectives, making targeted adjustments.

For the direct combatants, the experience was of drastic change.

First, Frost Plated soldiers noticed a significant drop in artillery accuracy. However, soon, light infantry and armored units were fully mobilized. They deliberately ceded some outposts and, as the enemy moved in, encircled them, continuously forming small pockets.

And the armored tactics seemed like a merry-go-round, circling around a target, launching a sustained volley while maintaining mobility and fire suppression.

If that was still considered normal, the subsequent operations left the generals of the Apostle of Entropy confused.

The White Lion Cavalry, Frost Plated's most elite special forces, composed of light mobile armor and light infantry, were personally mobilized by David Lyn in this decisive battle of the Fertile Plains.

Under the President's remote command, the White Lion Cavalry transformed into a nimble water snake, constantly provoking inside the Apostle of Entropy. When part of the main force gave chase, they didn't retreat immediately but found a weak point, penetrated the enemy's gap, disrupted their formations, then escaped from the fringes.

And it wasn't over. The White Lion Cavalry circled around to the enemy's rear, performing an incredible backstab, and before the enemy could react, immediately left the Fertile Village along the border. With the cover of natural calamity storms, they reached the Apostle of Entropy's flank, conducting massive sabotage and assassination tasks.

Their harassment and penetration were like threading the needle, with David Lyn directing this small detachment over thousands of miles using paper and pen, continuously splitting the Apostle of Entropy's strength. If they attempted a large-scale sweep of the cavalry, the cavalry would immediately disband and melt into the vast Outer World.

This was their land, a homeland where the mountains and rivers protected the warriors defending their territory.

But such battles were not something humans could control.

Tick, tick—

Blood trickled from David Lyn's mouth and nose as his eyelids fought to stay open.

'Too exhausted?' he wondered.

Since the war began, this nearly ninety-year-old man had been tirelessly working, staying up all night, enduring several consecutive sleepless nights.

Azure Star was not an interstellar civilization, and David Lyn was only at the Beta Rank (2) level. Although his lifespan was decent, under such intense work conditions, his life was steadily heading towards destruction.

'Can't die yet... not until this war is over, and the soldiers come home,' he mused.

David Lyn joked with himself, trying his best to stay awake, but exhaustion crashed over him like a tidal wave, impossible to resist.

'Hold on a bit longer, the front line needs me…'

Despite trying hard to pinch himself awake, ultimately, human effort was futile.

He began to struggle to see the documents on the table, then his hearing significantly diminished, as his secretary's constant shouts sounded to him like mosquitoes buzzing.

"General Sallyan, General Sallyan…"

Suddenly, his arm went numb, as if countless steel needles were piercing his flesh, yet he felt no bleeding or pain, just a heaviness in his body. As someone spoke in his ear, he heard it clearly but couldn't grasp the meaning of the letter combinations.

David Lyn's fingers clenched tightly, nails digging into flesh, using the pain to try to wake himself up, caring little for his surroundings, shouting just one line:

"Send the 82nd Armored Division across the sea to support Zhengxu!"

The tense string in his mind snapped.

The pencil in David Lyn's hand fell with a clatter onto the table, his mouth twisted, and he fell into unconsciousness.