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Not having to fight is a good thing.

Matins simply had his troops wait patiently, and eventually, they received the news he wanted.

The main forces of the Alliance had once again broken through the enemy's defensive line. The main forces, originally three hundred kilometers away, had advanced to just over a hundred kilometers. And the fastest vanguard units had even reached a position less than seventy kilometers from Stefano Capital City.

It was the fifth day since the interstellar warriors had started their raiding operations, and everything was going according to plan. Discover exclusive content at My Virtual Library Empire

Now it was time for them to make their next move.

Matins found two people.

One of them was named Henrik Larson. He was one of the first group of fresh blood for the Phoenix. Before this, there was nothing distinguishing him from the others, and he didn't have standout performances like Anat.

But now, he was the sole think tank member of the Battle Group.

The other person Matins sought was named Dannie Dress.

She was a member of the Alliance's 'Storm Mage Corps.'

This organization had been established less than three months ago, originating from the Storm Mage Academy that had been established six months prior, along with the Rage Owl Star Branch of the Imperial Psychic Association.

The Storm Mage Academy, in half a year's time, had screened out about a hundred individuals with spiritual energy talent throughout the Rage Owl Star.

Excluding those who were older and whose spiritual energy talent was indeed insufficient to pose a threat to others, which were just registered; the remaining under thirty-five years of age totaled over seventy people, who, after registering their information, were sent to the Mage Academy to study control of their spiritual power.

Out of them, fifty had already 'graduated.'

While being members of the Psychic Associations, they were also all seconded by the Alliance Government to form the Storm Mage Corps.

At this moment, half of the Storm Mage Corps was here. The temporary leader of more than twenty Storm Mages was Dannie Dress.

Dress came from the Northern Border Province of the Alliance and was only seventeen years old. She started displaying 'superpowers' the year before last, like making a pen disappear into thin air and reappear several meters away.

She couldn't control this power herself; when she was intensely emotional or feeling particularly bad, her power would release, and everything around her could possibly teleport spontaneously.

Her parents, though only poorly-paid miners, loved their daughter enough. They hid Dress's talent well, didn't tell anyone, and asked Dress to control herself as much as possible.

However, before the Alliance took control of the North Territory, the influence of the Primordial Wrath Owl Sect was too great there. They were also quite inclined to collect these individuals with spiritual energy talent. Under their special training, those who already had spiritual energy talent and then were infused with dark magic through secret rituals would obtain even more powerful abilities. Some of the High Priests with great power in their sect had come into being this way.

In the end, Dress was still captured by them.

The cultists killed her parents before her eyes and took her away.

What would follow was a series of long-term tortures combined with brainwashing techniques to twist her personality and memory, then infuse her with dark magic, in order to cultivate her into a saint of the sect.

But fortunately, just as these methods had barely begun and hadn't yet caused irreversible severe damage to Dress, the Alliance completely destroyed the cult, and Dress was saved.

What could the rescued Dress do to face the life that had actually been shattered?

What else could be done but live on?

She accepted the arrangement of the Alliance, received about half a year of basic education, then entered a mechanical factory in the North Territory to do logistics service.

Subsequently, she was notified by the newly established Psychic Cultivator's Association staff, who told her she had spiritual energy talent and had her register.

At that time, her mood was very heavy, very afraid.

The greatest disaster of her life originated from this; wouldn't being discovered by the Alliance Government scare her?

After being rescued, she had been very careful in hiding her special abilities, especially as she grew older, she had learned to control her superpowers better. Although she didn't know how to use them actively, she could at least try to prevent them from appearing when she didn't want them to.

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So, she was very puzzled—how did the Alliance find out about this?

With fear and some despair in her heart, she entered the Mage Academy.

But the life here was totally different from what she had imagined and what she had experienced before.

She moved into a bright room, could eat her fill, dress warmly, made some friends who were quite similar to herself, received a good education, and even had counselors paying attention to their inner feelings and psychological health issues...

What she needed to do was only to study various theories and learn how to control her special powers.

Then, one day, suddenly, she felt enlightened and had thoroughly mastered the power.

Although there was still a large body of theoretical knowledge she hadn't finished learning, she was already able to use her power as she wished.

After that, she joined the Storm Mage Corps.

It could be said to be voluntary because she didn't know where else she could go, and her classmates had also chosen to join; the pleasant life over the past few months had let her let down her guard, convinced that serving the Alliance wasn't a bad thing and could even enhance her rank.

After entering the Mage Corps, she took on some tasks, such as helping in the factory with some special work, like "sending" a certain part into a sealed container; using spatial cutting abilities, helping to cut through some tough materials...

Not busy, let alone painful.

Her life was on the right track.

In contrast to those small, unimportant tasks, her very first significant action turned out to be crossing the stars to another world, joining the Interstellar Warriors to fight side by side in a war.

To be honest, she was still quite nervous.

But in this battle, she, along with her colleagues who had come with her, didn't need to personally engage in frontline combat.

The fighting was the warriors' responsibility, while she and her colleagues had another more important task.

And now, Commander Matins, as the supreme commander, once again issued her an order, asking her and the think tank member Larson of the Battle Group to repeat the process.

"My men are ready. Now, I need you to join forces again to initiate a psychic teleportation, sending my team to the heart of the enemy."

"No problem, we have all recovered and can perform a psychic teleportation again. Just like last time, we can teleport fifty people at a time."

"Excellent, proceed, then. You have four hours to prepare."

"That's more than enough," Dress stated confidently.

She began to work with Henrik Larson on how they would actually operate the task ahead.

Psychic teleportation was a powerful thing, but it wasn't something that happened just by wishing for it. They needed to study the psychic and environmental conditions here and at the target location to ensure the teleportation wasn't interfered with and that the deviation wasn't too great.

Researching the departure location was certainly easy, but studying the target location was quite inconvenient. If it were easily reachable, then what was the need for the complex teleportation tactics?

All they could do was to use Psychic Vision and Psionic Perception to sense as much as possible.

However, overall, the problem wasn't too big.

Mainly because the target location wasn't far, probably about thirty kilometers away, visible with a telescope from a high vantage point.

They were prepared rather quickly.

At the departure location, on a large open-air platform, a deep blue psychic circle was already drawn. Dress, along with more than twenty psychics, stood around it.

A series of 'thud, thud, thud' footsteps sounded, as forty Interstellar Warriors marched in step.