Humanity Is Gone, but I Have Billions of Clones

「The Earth Battlefield.」

Li Qingsong was fully focused on his opponent's movements.

Under his control, millions of satellites were now scattered across Earth. They fulfilled his forces' communication needs while simultaneously scouring the planet for any intelligence on the enemy.

Every troop transport redeployment, every Warship docking for repairs, every Supercomputer Ship departure, every batch of unmanned combat drones deployed—Li Qingsong meticulously collected it all, feeding the data into the Wukong AI to run comprehensive simulations.

From every subtle enemy movement, Li Qingsong would extrapolate millions of possibilities, devising a countermeasure for each one.

Li Qingsong could not afford to be anything but cautious.

This was the final, desperate counterattack of a massive civilization. Success meant rebirth; failure meant extinction. In a battle of such stakes, just how much power would the enemy unleash?

Even though Li Qingsong was already giving 120 percent of his attention to the enemy, he still felt it wasn't enough.

Time slowly slipped by.

On the Blutuk Fleet's flagship, General Harir and his staff officers wore grave expressions.

General Harir hadn't had a full night's sleep in half a month. The staff officers under him also had sunken eyes, and the silvery-white scales on their bodies seemed to be covered in a layer of gray.

Though they were all physically exhausted to the bone, their spirits were unusually fervent.

'The final battle. The one battle we must win and cannot afford to lose! For this fight, no amount of effort is too great, no degree of caution too excessive!'

Under General Harir's leadership, the staff began a new round of wargaming.

At that very moment, a staff officer burst into the conference room.

His face was a mask of panic, large beads of sweat oozing from beneath his fine scales.

Harir frowned and barked sternly, "What happened? Why the panic?!"

The trembling staff officer stammered, "The latest from Planet Two... The Supreme Leader... is dead!"

What?!

Those five words struck General Harir like a lightning bolt out of a clear sky.

He shot up instinctively. Before he could even react, his hand had already clamped onto the staff officer's collar.

His expression was savage, like a man-eating beast. "The Supreme Leader... he... what happened to him?!"

"There were riots on Planet Two, riots..."

As he watched the footage from Planet Two, the world swam before General Harir's eyes before he collapsed.

"General! General!"

Harir had fainted. But it wasn't long before he struggled awake to the calls of his staff officers.

At that moment, the instincts of a veteran commander made him realize one thing with stark clarity.

Something that had to be done right now, without a moment's hesitation, without the slightest delay.

Attack!

An all-out attack!

Their resupply wasn't complete. The drone forces weren't fully prepared. Troop movements were still underway. Pre-battle mobilization was unfinished.

But none of that mattered now! They had to launch an all-out attack, right now. Otherwise... otherwise, they would never get another chance.

Once news of the Supreme Leader's death and the widespread civil unrest spread, the army's morale would completely collapse. By then, it would be impossible to launch an attack.

"Attack! Attack! Launch the attack now! A full-scale assault..."

The memory of Heirwe Supreme Leader brought a piercing agony to Harir's heart. But he had no choice. He had to suppress his grief and seize this final chance.

'If we can win this battle, our civilization will still have a chance. The Heirwe Supreme Leader will not have died in vain. This is it. Our very last chance!'

"Yes... Yes, sir!"

The staff officers froze for a moment, then the grim reality of the situation hit them.

The staff officers scrambled into action, relaying the string of commands.

But after a few moments, Harir saw no combat erupting on the main tactical display. Nor did he see his Warships maneuvering into position.

He glanced, puzzled, at another panoramic display, and what he saw there made his blood run cold.

He saw his own innumerable Warships. There was no formation to speak of, no organized squadrons.

Countless Warships, like frightened animals scattering before a predator, had broken rank in unison, fleeing desperately in the direction away from Earth.

Despair flickered in Harir's eyes.

At this point, how could he not know what had happened?

The news of the civil unrest and the death of Heirwe Supreme Leader had already spread.

'This unrest involves the entire civilization. How could it possibly have been kept secret...?'

In that instant, the fleet's morale completely shattered.

Not just the civilization, but the Fleet as well had descended into utter chaos.

'So then...'

Harir looked at his subordinates, his eyes filled with despair. "In 10 minutes, I will order the flagship to charge the enemy's defensive line.

If you are willing to go with me, stay here. If not, you have 10 minutes to leave.

Starting now, make your choice."

The conference hall, and indeed the entire flagship, fell silent.

Then, people began to leave, one after another. After ten minutes, of the flagship's total crew of 3,000, fewer than 1,000 remained.

"I give the order... Charge!"

The colossal flagship broke free from the chaos, surging forward with grim determination, charging headlong toward the distant azure planet.

As if sensing the flagship's movement, some of the Warships within the vast Fleet that had remained stationary began to charge alongside it.

Among the fleeing Fleet in the distance, some Warships also turned back, falling in behind the flagship.

Out of a total of over three hundred thousand Warships, nearly 5,000 began a suicidal charge.

Seeing this scene unfold within the Blutuk Fleet—seeing the majority of the Warships flee while a minority, including the flagship, began to charge his own position—cold sweat gradually beaded on Li Qingsong's forehead.

'This is a battle for the very survival of the Blutuk civilization. I expected both sides to treat it with the utmost gravity.'

'Every enemy action should have some deeper meaning, a single link in a meticulously calculated plan.'

'But... I've already considered every possible move they could make and prepared a counter for each one.'

'But this... this wasn't part of any plan!'

'I don't know what they're trying to do!'

'What kind of plot is this? Why are they making such a bizarre move? What are they planning? What are they trying to accomplish?'

'What do I do now?'

Li Qingsong's hundreds of millions of minds spun furiously, and the Supercomputer housing the Wukong strategic model ran at full power, but no matter how he looked at it, Li Qingsong could not make sense of the situation.

By now, the charging flotilla led by the flagship had reached the perimeter of his defensive lines.

'I'll just have to fight first and figure it out later.'