Outcast Omega Pampered by the Alpha General novel Chapter 151

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Chapter 151 Orion Ashford Takes Command

Dark gold light glirnered faintly through the cracks and folds in its skin.

“That’s Colonel Caleb Hayes’s 25 spirit form. Skyreaver, and Colonel Laurie Rick’s Super S-class spirit form, Colossus Mammoth. Thank God With them here, the line should hold for a little longer.”

General Marston’s adjutant finally breathed a little easier.

Before losing consciousness, the General’s greatest concern had been the defense line.

If Caleb Hayes, Laurie Rick, and Merek Straker could stabilize things long enough, then once General Marston woke up, they could truly reinforce the front.

“Half a day.”

Fine sweat covered Helen Rockefeller’s forehead.

He no longer had the luxury to think about upgrades, status, or power. In a crisis like this, he had to wake his second uncle.

He had to.

“Within half a day, I can wake him.”

But half a day was too long.

Just like the energy blocks lost in the sudden collapse of the supply line, the battlefield changed too quickly to wait.

“Roar!”

The Demonflower Blood Mantis, forced back by Caleb and Laurie, threw its head up and roared. Its three pairs of compound eyes locked onto the two spirit forms that had ruined its plan, hatred flowing openly through them.

And its roar brought reinforcements.

From the endless insectoid tide, two more monsters crawled out.

One was another 25 Demonflower Manus.

The other was a Super S-class mantis commander.

Calling for backup?

Who couldn’t do that?

The Demonflower Blood Mantis could too.

Without enough energy-block support, the Imperial mecha soldiers had been forced into conservative combat. That also made it much harder for them to pin down the high-rank insectoids.

Antfond Takes Command

With so many Beta mecha soldiers losing combat effectiveness, even the Alphas’ spirit forms were beginning to struggle.

If this continued, the Southwestern defense line would fall.

It was only a matter of time.

Meanwhile, through thousands upon thousands of battlefield camera drones, the Imperial public watched the front in real time.

They cursed the Empire’s supply department for its incompetence.

They wept for the countless soldiers dying at the front.

And with hands clasped tight, they prayed for humanity itself.

Countless off-duty legion soldiers also declared that they were willing to answer the draft and head to the front immediately, to defend humanity’s home to the death.

It was at that exact moment that a steady, resolute voice-one that had once given countless Imperial soldiers and civilians hope-rang through every combat channel on the Southwestern front again.

‘I am Orion Ashford. From this moment forward. I will take over for General Marston as your frontline commander.”

The moment the name “Orion Ashford” sounded through the combat channels, the entire Southwestern Front fell still.

So did the entire Empire.

Because the name Ashford represented hope that had risen again and again from the Empire’s worst dead ends in its century-long war against the insectoids.

Former Second Legion General Marcus Ashford, Orion’s eldest uncle, once fought a 38 Spider Emperor for days on the Southwestern line before self-destructing and dying with it.

Former Empress Celeste Ashford, Orion’s mother and the Empire’s first S-class Omega, once faced two 35 insectoids on the Southeastern front. In that crisis, she burned her entire psychic sea to help General Harper Sloane and countless soldiers hold the line.

Former Third Legion General Rowan Ashford, Orion’s youngest uncle, fought beside Orion and Old General Andrew Holt before the new year, when the insectoid queen descended with three 38 royal insectoids.

The three of them resisted together.

Two died.

Only Orion survived.

And then there was the Empire’s old marshal, Alden Ashford, Orion’s grandfather, still carrying old wounds as he patrolled the weakest parts of the three border fronts.

Aanford Takes Cummand

Every Ashford was a star of the Empire.

Stars fell.

Torches rose from their ashes.

All to bring the entire human race one thing

hope of survival.

Orion was the same.

‘It’s General Mulholland!”

‘He went to the front?”

‘We still have hope, right? We still do, don’t we?”

Eyes blurred with tears opened again.

In countless Imperial citizens’ gazes, a light appeared-small, fragile, but real.

After that moment, the battlefield camera drones immediately cut off the wartime channel audio and

eturned their focus to deep space.

Clearly, that brief broadcast had only one purpose.

To give every soldier at the front and every person watching the war a shot of strength.

General Marston had fallen.

But they still had Orion.

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