The enemy retreated.
After expending almost eighty percent of their cannon fodder and losing their trump card, the enemy commander naturally knew that the ambush had failed. Therefore, after the Eternal-class battleship launched an attack on us as if fulfilling its duty, the enemy began to retreat en masse. Our Schilling battleships and rapid-attack interceptors intercepted some of the small fries, but the largest enemy main ship — the Eternal-class battleship — performed a high-speed spatial jump right under our noses, which was one of the reasons why we were so furious after our victory.
Come to think of it, our ambush was truly a close one. If Little Bubble had not inexplicably entered the locked mainframe slot, our energy would have been completely exhausted half an hour later. Even without the Eternal-class main cannons, the sea of cannon fodder alone would have turned the Schilling battleship into a dumpling. Even so, the Goddess of Luck and I seemed to have a good relationship — even a naive little girl like Little Bubble could actually drop a seed at a critical moment. It was truly a delightful turn of events.
As for the mysterious black Pandora, Shallow Shallow and I kept quiet for the time being, only saying that a nameless invader had attacked the Bubble and that the two of us had worked together to vanquish it. It was not that we wanted to hide it from others, but I had considered the importance of the matter, especially the impact it would have on Pandora. That was why I decided to talk to Pandora before telling her about it so that she could be mentally prepared. My instincts were telling me that a shocking truth was slowly emerging, and if this truth was not handled well, it might even cause Pandora irreparable damage.
The defeat of the enemy was a huge boost to the morale of the representatives of the various races. It was not that these powerful people had never experienced the cruel test of war, nor were they nobodies who had never seen the world. However, such a large-scale aerial battle, where even the dragons and high-level demons could only be regarded as cannon fodder, was something they could not imagine. The mode of warfare in this world was still stuck in the era of melee combat on the ground. Although there was also the concept of aerial combat in this world due to the use of magic power, how could the aerial combat in this world be compared to the battle carried out by the Xi Ling Apostles, a super civilization that had long entered the stage of cosmic warfare? Today's massive firepower exchange and the sight of 'conventional aerial units' (To the citizens of Azeroth … After all, to us, things like gargoyles and frost dragons weren't conventional no matter how you looked at it …) were annihilated as if they had entered a meat grinder. However, they could never imagine such a large-scale aerial battle where even dragons and high-level demons were nothing but cannon fodder. The warfare of this world remained in the era of melee combat on the ground. Even if there was the concept of aerial warfare due to the use of magic, how could the aerial warfare of this world compare to that of a super civilization like the Shiring Apostles, which had long since entered the stage of cosmic warfare?
However, compared to the representatives of the various races who were excitedly celebrating their victory, although we were also quite happy, we weren't at the level of revelry.
That's right, this was a victory, a huge victory at that. However, luck played a huge part in this victory. It could be said that if it weren't for Little Bubble's extraordinary performance, a Schilling fleet that had lost all of its energy sources would have been instantly annihilated by an Eternal-class warship. We couldn't place our hopes on the Goddess of Luck who might skip work at any moment. Who knew what kind of predicament we would be in the next time?
I had no doubt that as long as there was a chance, the Fallen Apostle's commander would definitely ambush us with no way out. Our whereabouts were still under the enemy's control. Even though that crazy fellow Visca acted mysteriously close to me and Shallow Shallow, I wasn't so naive as to believe that she would truly help us. In fact, it would be the complete opposite. In order to "take back" everything that belonged to her, she should be even more determined to destroy Pandora and her army. Since the enemy was able to intercept us in the sky above the Endless Sea, there was no reason for them not to launch another ambush on us. So, to be honest, our future situation wasn't optimistic at all.
Although the gargoyles and bone griffins were cannon fodder, the low-level Schilling war puppets weren't much stronger than cannon fodder. No matter how fast the Schilling mainframe technology was at creating soldiers, in front of the cannon fodder army that the Lich King and the Burning Legion had accumulated for who knows how long, our army was still at a disadvantage in terms of numbers. In this battle, nearly five percent of our war puppets were killed, more than two thousand fighter aircrafts were destroyed, and two frigates and one main battle destroyer were reduced to ashes by the Giant Wraith Owls' self-destruction. There were also many different types of aircrafts and spaceships that were damaged in the battle. As for the powerful Avengers that we sent out at the end, they were all destroyed due to their one-time-use weapons. Of course, such losses weren't huge compared to the hundred thousand Undead cannon fodder that we killed, but it also made me realize the fact that the Shiring Apostles weren't invincible against the ordinary troops of another world.
After this lesson, the Schilling technicians redesigned the central engine room, changing the dimensional commutation system that could only be controlled by the Schilling mainframe to be externally controlled. Of course, this control was only limited to the Commander-class Shiring Apostles, and the central engine room also added a large number of defense systems. At the same time, an entire platoon of elite Schilling soldiers were stationed as guards. To be honest, this was the first time that Sandora had heard of a defense force stationed in the central engine room of a parallel dimension. This was because before this, parallel dimensions were publicly recognized as the safest space for the Shiring Apostles. There had never been a situation where an enemy could infiltrate a parallel dimension, so naturally, no one would think of deploying a defense force in such a space. And this unconventional invasion left the technicians so ashamed that they couldn't even show their face. Until now, they still couldn't figure out how the enemy had infiltrated the central engine room, which was protected by layers of dimensional locks and dimensional barriers. Since technology couldn't solve this problem, we could only resort to the stupid method of sending people to guard the central engine room.
After a great battle, although Shadora and the others didn't personally go to the battlefield to kill the enemies, they were still exhausted from commanding from the rear. This was especially so when one of the two highest military commanders was a war idiot (… Guess who it is? Okay … it's me …). Under such circumstances, Sandora, who was the highest commander, and her sister, who was the temporary think tank, were even more tired. After giving a simple report on the central engine room and making arrangements, everyone went back to their rooms to rest. As for me, I went to Pandora's room alone.
Just like her personality, Pandora's room also reflected this little fellow's military ideology. "Efficient, simple, and practical" was her highest principle when it came to decorating her room. In her bedroom, you couldn't find anything that was similar to a normal little girl. A huge battle map covered almost the entire wall facing the door. On the right wall of the battle map, there was an equally huge Schilling military insignia. Below the military insignia was a set of sturdy and practical tables and chairs. Aside from a large pile of documents, there was nothing else on the table. On the left side of the battle map, there was a …
… a child's version of a small single bed …
Pfft …
Speaking of which, a child's version of a small single bed wasn't strange at all. But why was it that I couldn't help but laugh when I saw such a single bed in this place that looked like a military headquarters?
In order to prevent a certain little loli who had a huge grudge against her body from growing up from going berserk, I wisely chose to suppress my laughter. But to be honest … I was about to choke … Perhaps no one would have thought that although Pandora and Little Bubble were usually in a subtle state of opposition, these two little fellows would always get together. Little Bubble simply wanted to find someone who was about the same "size" as her to play with, and Pandora … pfft … This little fellow was purely because Little Bubble was one of the few people around her who could give her a sense of superiority in terms of height!
"Brother?"
Just as my thoughts were wandering, Pandora's curious voice pulled me back to reality. Hearing her voice, I lowered my head and happened to meet a pair of large gray eyes.
I didn't know why, but I suddenly thought of that pair of blood-red cat eyes with a crazed expression.
I shook my head and first removed Visca's figure from my mind. Then, I patted Pandora's little head and said, "Pandora, brother has some things to ask you."
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