Intergalactic conquest with an AI

Cleo's holographic form appeared beside him, her expression unreadable but her presence calm and confident. Without a word, her form shimmered and grew, becoming as large as Rex.

She floated behind him, her arms wrapping around his neck in a protective, almost intimate embrace. Her glowing wings extended wide, mirroring Rex's own, and her voice was a soothing whisper in his ear.

"Understood, my... husband," Cleo said, her tone soft but filled with a dangerous edge.

The battlefield seemed to still for a moment as her voice echoed into the system.

<<Releasing the limiters>>

Golden circuits on Rex's body flared to life, their glow intensifying as the once-dormant systems in his body awakened. The air around him shimmered with heat and energy, his silver aura burning brighter and hotter with each passing second.

<<Powering up the forbidden systems>>

Rex's hands began to tremble under the sheer force building up within him. Streams of golden light poured out of the halo on his back, spiraling into the air before coalescing into a massive, glowing sigil.

The intricate design pulsed with ancient energy, a symbol of power that hadn't been seen for centuries.

<<Proceeding with the high-energy release>>

The light from the sigil intensified, painting the entire battlefield in blinding gold. The destroyers, the fighters, even the Tier 1 and 2 beasts paused momentarily, their movements faltering as they felt the raw power emanating from Rex.

Cleo leaned in closer, her whisper barely audible over the crackling energy. "Execute?"

Rex's voice rumbled like thunder, a single word resonating with absolute authority. "Affirmative."

Cleo's golden eyes flared as her wings spread to their fullest, their tips glowing white-hot.

<<Releasing Royal Armory Blueprints>>

The sigil above Rex began to shift, its lines and patterns moving like living things as it morphed into a massive, circular array. Golden light poured from it, materializing into what appeared to be components of a weapon.

Piece by piece, the fragments assembled themselves in the air, forming the outline of an enormous sword.

Cleo's voice, now layered with both her own and that of the system, resonated with divine clarity.

"Execute the Conqueror Sword."

With those words, the glowing fragments snapped together, and the sword came to life.

The golden halo, once glowing humbly on Rex's back, had now moved to his feet and expanded to an enormous size, spanning several hundred meters. Its intricate, glowing tech marks pulsed violently as golden energy coursed through it, rippling across the battlefield like waves in a storm.

Suddenly, a deep, resonant crack echoed through the air as the halo fractured down the middle. From its center, the tip of a massive golden blade emerged, its edge gleaming with an intensity that seemed to defy reality itself.

The enormous sword pointed directly at the Tier 4 beast, its presence overwhelming. Rex could feel the weapon siphoning his energy, pulling from his very core with relentless hunger. His breath grew heavier as his reserves rapidly drained, but there was no time to hesitate.

The longer he delayed, the closer he came to being consumed by the very weapon he had crafted.

"Cleo," Rex called out, his voice calm but strained, his silver eyes locked on the thrashing monstrosity below. "What are the chances that thing survives this move?"

Cleo's voice drifted into his ear, soft and teasing yet laced with lethal certainty. She let out a small, almost playful giggle before whispering, "If you aim well, Master... there's a zero percent chance it will survive."

Her delicate hand rested gently on Rex's metallic helmet, her presence a calming anchor in the chaos.

"That's good," Rex said, exhaling deeply as his gaze hardened. He raised his claymore in one hand, the blade glowing faintly, and pointed it at the beast. His eyes burned with a mix of rage and resolve, staring down at the creature as if it were nothing but an insect beneath him. "Then let's get this over with."

In the next instant, the golden sword, crafted by the immense energy of the halo, shot forward at a speed that defied all comprehension. It tore through the air, vanishing in a blink, faster than even the sharpest eyes could follow.

For a moment, everything seemed frozen in silence. Even the Tier 4 beast appeared unaware of what had just happened, its massive body thrashing as if nothing had changed.

Then came the pain...

The creature let out an ear-piercing roar, a guttural scream of agony that shook the battlefield. The golden sword had impaled it cleanly, its massive blade buried deep within the beast's body.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Energy pulsed violently from the sword, sending shockwaves rippling outward with enough force to churn the ocean below into chaos.

The beast thrashed violently, its six remaining heads flailing in desperation as it tried to free itself from the golden weapon. It clawed at the sword with its jaws, tearing at its own flesh in the process, but every attempt to dislodge the weapon only deepened its torment.

The pain radiating from the sword was unbearable, searing its very essence with divine intensity.

Suddenly, Cleo massive holographic form appeared at the pommel of the golden blade. Her towering, ethereal figure stood atop the weapon, her glowing wings spread wide and radiant, her calm expression contrasting starkly with the chaos below.

She was a vision of divine judgment, her presence radiating authority and power.

For those watching from their ships or monitors, it was a moment of pure awe. Gasps filled the command rooms as even the most hardened officers felt chills run down their spines.

"Foul beast," Cleo said, her voice ringing out across the battlefield, calm yet unyielding. "I do not know what offense you committed to earn the wrath of the future emperor of the Kaelzars, but such a mistake can only be paid with your life."

Her words were devoid of emotion, spoken with an almost mechanical neutrality, and yet they carried an undeniable weight. She raised a single hand and snapped her fingers.

The golden sword began to glow brighter, its edges burning like a miniature sun. Energy surged through the weapon, crackling and pulsing with unfathomable power. The battlefield seemed to tremble under its might.

"Not good!" Lilla shouted from the carrier's command bridge, her calm composure finally breaking. "Order all ships to divert energy to their frontal shields and ascend immediately! Now!"

The officers snapped out of their stunned stupor and began issuing commands.

"Y-Yes, Saintess!"

The fighters retreated from the frontline, streaking back toward the carrier as fast as their engines could take them. The destroyers ceased their bombardment of the Tier 4 beast, redirecting all available power to their shields as they began to ascend.

Their hulls groaned under the strain, but there was no alternative.

As the allied forces moved to a safer distance, Cleo's holographic form glanced upward, her golden eyes scanning the battlefield. Satisfied that everyone was far enough away, she faded from the pommel of the sword. Her last words before vanishing carried an eerie finality.

"Goodbye, beast."

The golden sword reached its peak brightness, glowing so fiercely that it rivaled the sun itself. Then, with an earth-shattering roar, it detonated.

The explosion wasn't just light or fire; it was a supernova. A compact yet overwhelmingly powerful burst of energy that consumed everything within several kilometers.

The ocean vaporized instantly, leaving a gaping, burning hole where once was water. Every creature within the blast radius, whether Tier 1 or Tier 2, was obliterated in an instant, reduced to nothing but ash.

For a few moments, there was nothing but silence. The battlefield was eerily still, save for the rising clouds of steam and vapor that blanketed the area, obscuring everything in a dense, blinding fog. The water began to rush back into the massive crater, filling the void left by the attack, but the scene remained shrouded in mystery.

From the carrier, Lilla watched the monitor intently, her sharp eyes scanning the fog for any signs of life. But there was nothing.

"What... happened in there?" one of the officers whispered, his voice trembling.

No one could see what remained of the battlefield, not the crews of the destroyers, not the pilots in their fighters, not even Lilla herself. Only Rex and Cleo, hovering above the devastation, knew the truth of what had occurred.

And as the vapor cleared, it became evident that the Tier 4 beast was gone. Not a trace of its massive form remained, its very existence wiped clean from the face of the ocean.

Rex floated in the air, his silver aura dim but steady. His breath was ragged, his body trembling from exhaustion, but his eyes burned with satisfaction.

"It's done," Rex said, his voice low and firm.

Cleo's voice, soft and comforting, echoed in his mind. "Yes, Master. It's over."

As the steam from the supernova slowly dissipated and the battlefield settled into an uneasy calm, Rex turned his head to face Cleo's holographic form, a playful smirk spreading across his face.

Despite the exhaustion etched into his features, the glint in his silver eyes told her trouble was coming.

"Wanna know something?" Rex asked, his tone teasing as he floated above the still-steaming ocean.

Cleo tilted her head slightly to the left, her golden eyes narrowing in curiosity. "What is it, Master?" she asked, her usual calm demeanor firmly in place, though she was wary of where this conversation might go.

"You've been calling me husband and master for a while now," Rex said, his smirk widening into a full grin. "So tell me, what's the deal? Is this some new fetish of yours? Or have you finally fallen for my irresistible charms?"

Cleo's golden eyes widened slightly, her holographic form freezing for a moment as her mind raced. "What are you talking about, Master?" she said, her voice unusually defensive. "I have never done something like th―"