"The Dawn Radiance planetary fortress has entered the final orbit. The planetary orbit change is complete. The rotation and revolution are normal. All systems are in good condition. The fortress hangar is open. Commencing the fleet release process. Captain Jaydano is reporting to you."
"The Death Star fleet has been assembled. Follow-up adjustments are being made. Integrating the gravitational adjustment systems of various planets. The satellite gravitational force has been restored. The gravitational isolation device has been expanded to the Death Star's star system. The control authority of all planet-level warships has been increased. Entering coordinated movement state in three minutes."
"This is the gravitational balance belt. Fleet Commander Sicarro. The twelve orbital defense troops have entered their positions. The space channel within the star system has been established. The instantaneous mobility of the troops is perfect. Awaiting the next order."
A day had passed. As reports were sent to the bridge of the Empire Admiral, the largest and most terrifying celestial system fleet in history finally completed its formation step by step and began to move towards the Great Nebula.
However, I was curious about one thing. The name 'Sicarro' seemed to have appeared in the report of the commanders just now. This name is so familiar. But what exactly does this guy do? Speaking of which, is there such a person among my brave and loyal Imperial Army commanders? Why do I feel so out of place after hearing this name appear in the commander's camp?
"No matter what, no matter how unreliable Sicarro is, Ah Jun, it is too rude of you to think like that …" Sandora heard me muttering to myself and immediately said in a low voice with a dark expression.
On the other side, Shallow Shallow immediately continued the second half of the sentence, "But I am also curious why the name Sicarro would appear in the commander's list. Isn't that a pirated goods vendor?"
Oh, oh, oh, Lord Sicarro, you finally achieved the biggest goal of your life. No matter when and where, as long as people mention the name Sicarro, they can't help but think of the pirated goods industry. They even forget what the real person represented by this name looks like. What kind of achievement is this, you d * mn pirated goods vendor!
"Alright, alright. The joke ends here." I pinched the cheeks of Shallow Shallow who cooperated closely with me and zoomed in on a certain image on the bridge. "Now we are parked on the synchronous orbit of the first planet in the inner ring of the Death Star Fortress. This thing that Silvia built is really huge. Also, this is the headquarters of the Resistance Army, in the K-3 city on the surface of the planet. Speaking of which, why is there a city on the surface of the planet? There are also things like farms … In the end, this thing is also a warship, right? Why does it look like it is really being used as a planet? "
"In the beginning, this warship was indeed modified to be used as a colonial planet." Sandora stroked her blonde hair as she tapped open the information screen in front of us. "As one of the prototypes of the Zero-grade planet warships, the Homeland was once left behind in the New Eden Federation to solve their urgent needs in terms of housing and food production. This planet was modified into an agricultural colony planet. The Priestesses of the Goddess of Life, who had just started to prosper among the humans of New Eden, used the power of prayer to build a temporary ecosystem, a few cities, and boundless farmlands on the planet. However, as more planets that were more suitable for living were discovered, and Gaia's restoration work gradually progressed, this fortress returned to its normal military state. The cities and farmlands that are left on it are probably just a memory. And to be honest, if there is life on such a cold and rigid killing machine, it might be a good thing."
As I listened to Sandora's narration, I nodded my head. "Indeed, don't feel bad saying it. I really feel that the original Empire lacked a sense of life from top to bottom, just like the original Pandora. It was basically a specialized war machine. Although you seem to have the thought of protecting life, it is more of a mentality to complete a mission. The standard Shiring Apostles lack love and feelings for ordinary life. But now, you can actually realize such emotional things, it is really a huge improvement."
"Of course what Ah Jun said makes sense." The elder sister, who was teaching Mercury Lamp how to write Chinese characters not far away, also joined in on this topic. She agreed with what I said without any reason. "The Empire's slumber is a disaster, but it will wake up one day. During this period of time, perhaps it is a chance for the Schilling people to reflect. Many of the Shiring Apostles who only know how to fight and kill should really reflect on themselves, especially those two young generals who haven't grown up yet …"
… It seems that even elder sister is having a headache over Pandora and Visca's plans to conquer the world every few days.
Sandora couldn't refute my elder sister's and my evaluation, but she didn't feel wronged either. She just bared her teeth at me coquettishly. "Alright, alright. Ah Jun makes sense. However, even Ah Jun said that the Shiring Apostles' racial characteristics of unity, efficiency and unity are very precious."
That's true. No matter what, the Shiring Apostles are the strongest fighting race in the Void. It is naturally a kind of improvement for them to have more emotional knowledge. But no matter how great the improvement in this aspect is, the militaristic mentality in their bones is impossible to change. Unity, obedience, efficiency, unity of purpose, high level of discipline, all these characteristics are the shape of their souls. You want the Shiring Apostles to learn the scheming and scheming of the carbon-based lifeforms?
Not even the destruction of the Void!
Right now, the psionic death star had entered its normal cruising state. Its form had greatly collapsed, and its volume had become the size of a normal sun. This meant that this thing had shrunk by tens of billions of times. This way, the death star fleet would look like a real solar system. After all, a psionic death star that was originally built with a red giant as its foundation … was too small.
According to Tawil, this size of the death star fortress was its true form when it was first designed (the final step of the red giant modification plan was to have it complete its collapse in psionic form). This way, the fortress would still retain its original energy intensity, but it would more or less increase its mobility. More importantly, it would reduce the surface area it had to withstand attacks, greatly increasing its survivability. Of course, if necessary, the psionic death star could still return to its giant star form — through a powerful "supernova explosion", it would instantly expand. Since psionic energy wasn't limited by the speed of light, such a giant transformation would be completed almost instantaneously. You could think of it as a series of psionic cannons with the death star as the center, spreading out for trillions of kilometers in any direction without any blind spots. However, its true destructive power lay in a series of subsequent spatial curvature effects, such as curvature reduction and latitude drop — those were also one of the attack methods of this fortress. Let's forget the original name of this attack method, it was now called "Emperor's Thunder".
Of course, it was impossible for the rebel army to not react to such a large-scale operation like ours. In fact, when the psionic death star destroyed five light years of space, the rebel army across the entire universe was in an uproar. They could sense a terrifying psionic energy source pulsating vigorously in the west, spewing out an aura of death. However, this uproar was within our expectations. Relying on the defense line that we had set up in advance, the rebel army and the Empire's advance team fought as they retreated, voluntarily giving up the large amount of territory that they had worked hard to advance in the past few days in order to buy time. This was because the soldiers knew that as long as the psionic death star was activated, it would be meaningless no matter how much territory they lost. This world would soon end.
Furthermore, the transmitters that we had stolen from the Angel Pirates were also very useful. As Tawil had a pained expression on his face, these transmitters were placed along the rebel army's path of attack, constantly emitting high-intensity signals. The rebel army's movements were greatly disrupted, and every time they reached a planet with a transmitter, they would stop and foolishly follow our plan to retrieve the "ancient divine equipment" that had been locked by a complex spatial lock. This gave us even more time.
In the end, the death star fleet successfully set sail, and the enemy was unable to stop the Empire Army's operation at the very last moment.
"Tawil's analysis of the ancient fragment is correct." I frowned as I read the latest battle report from the frontline. "There is a shocking secret at the core of the nebula. It might be an important historical site for the Empire. The rebel army that has been fighting against us all this while should have been the guardians of the historical site. Now that the death star fleet is heading straight for the nebula, and the enemy's attempts to stop them have all failed, they must have realized that the historical site is about to be attacked, so they have begun to withdraw their forces. Look at this. The rebel army's autonomous spaceships have given up on the entire frontline and are desperately charging into the nebula. They are withdrawing their remaining forces to defend that place, and they are preparing for a decisive battle."
To be honest, a few days ago, Tawil suddenly announced that she had decoded the memory crystal in the ancient fragment that she had snatched from the angel pirates. When she finally came to the conclusion that the autonomous spaceships that we now called the rebel army were actually the 'XX Guardian', none of us dared to believe this fact. I even suspected that the Imperial Army's actions during this period of time might have been a complete mistake. However, I didn't know if it was fortunate or unfortunate, but Tawil immediately announced her second discovery …
The guardian spaceships had actually gone mad.
If the autonomous Empire fleet that was set up in this universe was some sort of guardian, and they were still operating normally, then it would be impossible for our Imperial Army to have any misunderstandings with them. The Schilling Unit's powerful authentication rules and identification system were no joke. Under no circumstances would there be any possibility of friendly fire between the two Imperial Armies. However, the Empire fleet in this world had indiscriminately attacked all living creatures from the very beginning, including leader-level apostles like us. This could only mean one thing — the guardians had gone mad.
"Perhaps the Empire's hibernation caused their control center to shut down." Shadora sighed. "Using autonomous spaceships as unmanned sentries. I don't know which emperor has the habit of using autonomous spaceships as unmanned sentries, but it seems like he made a huge mistake. God knows how long these guardians have been out of control. They've even evolved!
No matter what these spaceships are guarding, we have to destroy them now. The crazy guardians of the Empire are scarier than normal enemies. These hysterical autonomous spaceships have now become the mortal enemy of all life. If we leave them alone, they might charge out of this universe at any time. By then, the Shiring Apostles will probably become famous in the Void again — and infamously. "
Sandora's words might have convinced me, but I had to admit that she was right. Even if the rebel spaceships were really guardians, they were no longer up to the task. In fact … they might even destroy what they were guarding with their own hands at any time. The ancient fragment that Liliana had stolen from the Angel Pirates had traces of being destroyed by psionic weapons. It was highly likely that the rebels had destroyed it when they had gone mad. In fact, I even suspected that when we entered the core of the nebula, we would end up with an empty grave.
* * *
The Empire's fleet time, 3: 45 PM, the Death Star fleet completed the warp jump and approached the edge of the nebula. All of the enemy's troops outside the nebula had been voluntarily withdrawn into the gas cloud in front of them. The small suicide squad of the Imperial Army that had been annihilated before the warp jump was confirmed to be the last mobile force of the Death Star fleet. The cage universe that had been trembling in fear under the Shepherd's rampage for millions of years welcomed a short period of true peace for the first time. Other than inside the nebula, "their" terrifying figure could not be seen for the first time in this universe.
An army, a solar system, and the Death Star fleet that was almost one-third the size of the solar system (the Death Star itself had shrunk to the size of the sun, and the twelve defensive planetary fortresses had been artificially orbited into a very small orbit. Therefore, this celestial structure fleet only occupied one-third of the space of the seventh to eighth planets in the solar system) were accelerating. The speed of the entire fleet was now close to one percent of the speed of light. When the outermost planetary battleships reported that they had come into contact with the gas of the nebula, the fleet began to change orbit.
The planetary battleships that were in orbit were not moving on a flat surface. Their orbits were all under artificial control. They relied on energy traction and the countless spaceships attached to them to form a twelve-layer spherical defense net. The angles between these orbits were now rapidly changing, ignoring the inertia. Finally, the orbit of all the planetary battleships entered a state parallel to the structure of the nebula. Our fleet was like a flat plate stuck to the edge of the nebula.
The Schilling mainframe at the control core of the Death Star requested communication. This little girl who wielded the most powerful weapon in the history of this universe held a button that could destroy everything in her hand. Fortunately, before she pressed the button, she had to ask me for permission. "The orbital change of the planetary battleships has been completed. The launch path is no longer obstructed. The Emperor's Breath energy has reached its peak. The enemy's resistance has yet to appear. Do you want to launch?"
"Contact Avalon at the same time. Request local light speed lock. Launch will be delayed for three seconds after response."
"Order received. Unmistakable."
In just a few short breaths, the Death Star's calm state gradually turned to boiling. The dim blue sea of flames seemed to have instantly awakened, surging and producing energy reactions. A large amount of Void energy began to change its nature and gathered in front of the Death Star. However, apart from the astonishing energy reactions on the surface of the Death Star, the Emperor's Breath was completely unobservable. We could only determine from the constantly rising energy readings of the fortress itself that the weapon system had been activated normally.
The coordinated operation of the Avalon system was completed. The speed of light within 0.5 light years of the Death Star was immediately set to one-tenth of the normal speed. Then, the Emperor's Breath was launched.
Tens of millions of kilometers away, the boundless dark red gas clouds were instantly blown away, or perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe it as being erased. A cone-shaped vacuum zone appeared in the turbid clouds in the blink of an eye. Even the smallest opening of the nebula had a shocking diameter of hundreds of millions of kilometers. The unknown cloud matter of the large nebula reacted with the secondary Void energy and started to continuously explode with miniature lightning. These miniature lightning covered the path of the Emperor's Breath. Almost at the same time that the attack began, the interior of the large nebula became a dazzling room of light.
This was a super weapon that had a maximum range of five light years. The diameter of the large nebula itself was only six light years. In order to ensure its power, this attack was almost launched against the outer shell of the large nebula. Therefore, it was highly likely that it would break through the ruins at the core of the large nebula. In order to prevent such an accident, the Death Star's core mainframe had intentionally reduced the range of this attack, but increased the penetrative power of the Emperor's Breath several times over. My orders were very clear: no matter what the second energy barrier of the large nebula was made of, we had to break it in one blow!
"The Emperor's Breath has been completed. Battle results: the first energy barrier of the large nebula has been confirmed to have been broken through, the second energy barrier has been confirmed to have been broken through, the third energy barrier … The twelfth energy barrier may have been broken through, and the thirteenth energy barrier is intact. Effective range of the attack is two light years, which is lower than the expected range of the attack by 0.13 light years. Confirmed that there is a super defense layer near the target's core that surpasses that of the Gospel. The Emperor's Breath has failed to break through. Loading the second process …"
"Damn, this thing has layers upon layers of turtle shells. The ultimate weapon was actually rendered useless in front of the final barrier? Or did it consume too much energy to break through other barriers? " I exclaimed in surprise, but I wasn't shocked. This was a fortress during the heyday of the Empire, and it seemed to be unimaginably important. It would be embarrassing if the defense was so weak that we could break through all the barriers with one shot. In fact, I had achieved my expected goal.
At least I could see what the inner area of the large nebula looked like.
"It can't be that it consumed too much energy." Sandora quickly pulled up a bunch of data and reports. "The Emperor's Breath is neither an energy attack nor a material attack. It is a conceptual attack between psionic energy and void energy. It will not weaken no matter what it encounters within its range. It seems that the core of the large nebula has a Law-level defense component. Ordinary weapons can only deal limited damage to it. Host, how long does it take for the Emperor's Breath to recharge?"
"Thirty minutes."
"Alright, the Longsong Cannons are getting slower and slower. We can't wait any longer." Sandora patted the holographic projection device in front of her and ordered the officers in the command hall. "Prepare for defense mode. The enemy …"
"Host has issued a warning. Hyperspace attack detected. Space collapse attack detected. Space warp army detected. Dark space thunder detected. Unknown number of high energy reactions detected … The Death Star fleet has entered standard battle procedures. The planetary fortress' orbit has been terminated. All warships have entered free movement mode. Prepare to face the enemy. Victory is eternal!"
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