Tau Empire Capital Planet

In the spacious and magnificent conference hall, military experts and senior generals of the Tau Empire gathered together, their faces serious and solemn.

In the center of the conference hall, a huge holographic projection screen kept flashing, and a new red alarm popped up every second. These alarms were like a devil's curse, ruthlessly announcing one terrible news after another.

"The Kva'Tla defense line collapsed! The Third Expeditionary Fleet was completely wiped out!"

"The Warren system has lost contact! The last image sent back shows that the human fleet is bombing the surface!"

"The remaining troops in Damocles Bay request support! They are surrounded by at least three human legions!"

The communications officer's voice echoed in the conference room, becoming increasingly sharp, and finally almost turning into a roar.

His voice was filled with fear and despair, as if the entire Tau Empire was crumbling at this moment.

In this tense atmosphere, an officer's voice suddenly rang out. His voice was like being squeezed out from the abyss, heavy and suppressed: "How many fleets do we have left?"

This question was like a sharp sword, piercing the tense atmosphere in the conference hall, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

The communications officer was silent for a full second, as if time had frozen at this moment.

Then, he slowly raised his head, a look of despair on his face. At the same time, the data on the screen appeared in front of everyone like a nightmare.

Shockingly, as much as 60% of the fleet has disappeared without a trace!

These once powerful warships have now seemed to have been wiped out and disappeared in the darkness of the universe.

As for the remaining 30% of the fleet, although they were still engaged in fierce fighting, they were facing an absolutely superior human fleet.

The human fleet is like a ferocious beast, gradually strangling these remaining forces.

Finally, only a pitiful 10% remained...

"Most of them are patrol ships and logistics ships." The voice of Fire Clan Admiral Keith Thor was low and heavy, as if every word carried endless sorrow, "and... transport ships of the auxiliary army."

Meanwhile, in the shipyard of the Tau Empire, the dock, which should have been as busy and orderly as a worker bee, was now in chaos.

Engineer Fa'Kol stood in front of the civilian cargo ship "Wings of Dawn". His face was extremely solemn, and the data tablet in his hand seemed to be about to be crushed by him.

"Are you crazy?" Fal'Kol roared angrily, "This ship doesn't even have the most basic armor! How can such a ship participate in the battle?"

However, in the face of his questioning, the Fire Clan Supervisor did not respond at all, but pointed his pulse pistol at the side of the hull with an expressionless face.

F'Kol looked in the direction he pointed and his eyes widened.

There, a group of workers were seen holding laser cutters, roughly dismantling the cargo hold, and then forcibly stuffing some makeshift railguns into the cabin.

The barrels of these railguns are crooked, as if they may fall apart at any time, and the energy pipelines are exposed nakedly, like blue blood vessels, which makes people feel terrified.

"It must be completed within 48 hours." The Fire Clan Supervisor's voice was cold and emotionless. "This is a direct order from Ether."

F'Kol wanted to continue arguing, but at this moment, the dock suddenly shook violently, as if the whole world was shaking.

Immediately afterwards, a shrill alarm sounded throughout the dock, and the holographic projection instantly displayed the scene outside the track.

I saw a Tau frigate burning with raging flames rapidly falling into the atmosphere. Behind it, three human strike cruisers were biting the wreckage of the frigate like hungry sharks.

“Have they already reached the metropolitan area?!”

No one answered him. All the workers lowered their heads, frantically welding, assembling, and debugging, as if this could prevent the end of the world.

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The Gate World of the T'au Empire "Kshi'la"

Low Earth Orbit

The main gun array of the Imperial battleship "Iron Judgment" began to charge, the sixteen lance turrets slowly turned, and the cold mechanical transmission sound echoed in the bridge.

The artillery chief's finger hovered over the firing button. In the holographic projection, the surface cities of the Tau Empire were divided into countless red grids by tactical markings.

"Target locked." His voice was as calm as if he was reporting the weather. "Major military nodes, energy hubs, transportation hubs - a blanket strike."

The captain nodded, his eyes sweeping across the observation window at the other seven battleships of the same class, their turrets also flashing with charged blue light.

“Fire.”

It was high noon on the surface of Kshi'La when the first spear of light pierced the atmosphere.

The Tau civilian Fa'Shira was walking down a commercial street holding a data tablet when she suddenly heard an unusual sound, as if a hole had been torn in the sky.

The moment she raised her head, her eyes reflected dozens of blazing white light beams falling from the sky.

These energy beams, with a diameter of more than 20 meters, accurately hit strategic locations throughout the city.

Military control towers vaporized in a thousandth of a second, pulse power stations exploded like punctured bubbles, and suspended highway networks broke and fell like spider webs crushed by giants.

The second wave of blows followed.

This time it was a macro cannon shell. The metal warhead weighing thousands of tons fell into the atmosphere at suborbital speed, and the surface burned into a red color due to friction with the air.

They were like spears thrown by gods, smashing the dome buildings that the Tau were proud of into ruins.

Fa'hila saw that the government building in the distance was hit directly. The whole building collapsed like a crushed biscuit, and the shock wave lifted the hovercraft within half a kilometer into the sky.

"Find cover!" The roar of a Fire Clan warrior was drowned out by the continuous explosions.

Then, the torpedo compartment of the "Iron Judgment" opened, and hundreds of plasma bombs were thrown towards the surface.

These specially designed warheads were detonated 300 meters above the ground, releasing an ion storm that covered the entire city.

The Tau's electronic equipment was instantly paralyzed, energy weapons overloaded and exploded, and even the most basic lighting system turned into a deadly arc weapon.

Fa'Shira huddled under a collapsed archway, watching the fleeing crowd in front of her being enveloped in blue-white plasma.

Their bodies melted like candles, their bones showing eerie X-ray outlines beneath the skin, then collapsed like sand sculptures.

The most terrifying were those who were lucky enough not to be hit directly. Their nervous systems were permanently damaged by the ion storm. They walked twitching like puppets, with blue blood mixed with cerebrospinal fluid flowing from the corners of their mouths.

Inside the bridge of the Iron Judgment, tactical officers were assessing the effectiveness of the strike.

"87% of the main strategic targets have been destroyed," he reported. "The remaining resistance forces have moved to underground facilities."

The captain looked at the holographic projection. The once prosperous Tau city now looked like an anthill that was maliciously crushed by children, and the burning buildings dotted the charred earth like candles.

Thick smoke rose into the stratosphere, forming a death cloud large enough to obscure the entire continent.

"Record the coordinates," the captain ordered, "mark as 'purification complete'. Next target is the enemy's galaxy industrial belt."