The intense exchange of gunfire had been going on for thirty minutes. It was a process where both sides were fighting each other from dozens of astronomical units away, even though they were not masked. The dazzling blue and white beams of light — actually, I think the density should be called a grating — had been plowing through space over and over again. If there was a planet between us, it would have been reduced to nothingness by now.
The exchange of gunfire at this level had reached a stalemate. For the time being, the warships of both sides were in a stalemate. The difference between the armaments of the Xiling Empire and that of ordinary civilizations was that their offensive and defensive capabilities were developed at the same time. It was not like the guns, cannons, and tanks created by the humans of Earth. A tank that cost twenty million could be destroyed with just two thousand RMB of explosives.
Even with the Galaxy Main Cannon, it was extremely difficult to break through the Combined Shield in a short period of time. This was the case for both sides.
Our Energy Plunder Devices and Joint Shield were able to block the barrage of psionic cannon fire. Meanwhile, the Vengeance army's numbers and sturdy Eternal defensive structures also rendered the empire's slightly weaker firepower powerless. Both armies had set up an astonishing number of Dark Mines and Collapse Points in front of their base. These Dark Mines and Collapse Points were more than capable of destroying any battleship over five hundred meters long, so the larger battleships of both sides didn't dare to act rashly. Until the Joint Shield's energy ran out, the battle between both sides would probably continue for quite a while.
However, the space war was not just about drawing fire — although that was a large part of it. The assault forces of both armies had already engaged in battle. These fast spaceships, which had a relatively close attack range but were extremely difficult to intercept, were a more exciting battlefield than the bombardment of the giant warships. The Eternal class had to maintain the continuous output of the Galaxy Main Cannon, so its anti-air firepower could only be maintained at fifty percent. Moreover, at close range, it was difficult for the giant warships to lock onto the assault ships and fighter aircrafts that were constantly leaping forward. Therefore, when the mothership-class spaceships fought fiercely, it was very effective to send out a large number of assault fleets to interfere with the enemy's deployment.
The assault troops of the two armies passed through the hail of bullets, and when they brushed past each other, they did their best to spray incendiary substances in each other's faces. Then, without hesitation, they threw themselves into the bombardment of the local warships. Perhaps this stalemate would eventually be broken by these seemingly weak little planes.
A curtain wall of light that was several kilometers wide swept across the bottom of the Admiral's arm. These light gratings spread out rapidly along the way, and by the time they hit their target, they had formed a fan-shaped line of fire that could cover almost half of the arm. Many of the Avengers were covered by this line of fire, and no matter how fast they moved, they could not evade this attack that had no blind spots. Apart from a few that managed to escape with a warp jump, most of them exploded into small fireballs that filled the sky.
This was yet another dazzling fireworks show created by Pandora and Visca. They were unquestionably the most excited people on both sides of the battle. Although I felt that it was a little heartless for the two sisters to be so excited when Sandora was in low spirits due to the battle with her former subordinates, you had to admit that in such a tangled battle, we needed this kind of morale from Pandora and Visca.
There would be plenty of opportunities to fight against the Empire's former subordinates in the future …
Just as I was sighing over the crazy bombardment from Pandora and Visca, a message suddenly entered the public channel. It was an unregistered identification code, but it had the authority of a commander. Just as you would not expect, it was a message from Mobrador.
"Hello? Can you hear me? This is Miriya! "
The girl's hurried voice rang in the communication channel. I picked up her voice. "Don't be so loud. The Empire's line signal is good. What's wrong?"
When Miriya heard my voice, she seemed to be relieved. Then, she started yelling, "I was going to ask what's wrong! It's a mess out there … Where have you been? "
I was stunned for a moment. Then, I suddenly remembered something. There were probably billions of eyes on Mobrador watching the spectacular fireworks in space!
I broke out in a cold sweat when I thought about this. I thought to myself that I was in deep trouble this time. Initially, I wanted to let the Mobrador civilization develop peacefully, but I never thought that an unexpected incident would tear my plan apart like this. At this time, I felt that I couldn't fool them no matter what I said. I reckon that if I were to subtitle Scholar Mobrador in space and say that we were rehearsing a large-scale war drama, they wouldn't believe me …
I stole a glance at Sandora. She was focused on the battle at hand and didn't care about Mobrador's situation for the time being. She probably didn't realize that the "martyr's families" that she had intended to compensate were now in a mess. Then, I switched my connection with Miriya to an encrypted channel.
"The situation is a little complicated. You know that we went to retrieve the Celestial Ring. Oh, we changed it into the exact same … Erm, let's not talk about that. You guys are rioting?"
I thought that rioting was a more appropriate term. After all, they had now witnessed the ancient sages that they had believed in for tens of thousands of years fighting each other a dozen astronomical units away. The impact was no less than a Christian watching Jehovah and Jesus slamming bricks at their doorstep.
"Rioting?" Miriya repeated strangely. Then, she said something that I didn't expect. "Of course not! I don't know what happened, but the paladins of the Church of Grayblue have started broadcasting all over the world that they are going to hold a carnival to celebrate the return of the sages. Now, there are people preparing for the celebration everywhere. It's a mess … Uncle and Bella Luna are afraid that something is going to happen, so they asked me to see if I could use the Holy Disk to contact you. I didn't expect it to work so quickly … "
"Stop, stop, stop," I quickly interrupted Miriya. I was confused. "Celebration? Celebrating the return of the sages? We are fighting so hard that our brains are about to pop out, and you guys are celebrating … Damn it! I get it! "
Before I could finish my sentence, a very vulgar scene happened to me. I felt a flash of inspiration, and my rarely used science nerves shuddered.
Light speed! The delay effect of light speed!
I almost forgot about this. The nearest colonized planet to the Divine Fog Planet, Mobrador (not Mobrador's home planet, but a colonized planet near the Divine Fog Planet) was a very long distance from here. Even light would need more than 40 minutes to complete the journey. The Mobrador people's technology tree was extremely abnormal. They had restored a simple superluminal spaceship and non-delay communication technology from the ancient ruins (because there were ready-made and perfect samples of these two things in the ruins), but they couldn't create a telescope that could observe long-distance targets without any time difference (because there were no corresponding ancient ruins). The Mobrador people's observation methods of the universe were still at the stage of optics and electromagnetic induction. Unless the target had a non-delay communication device, they could only obediently wait for the images to be transmitted to them after dozens of minutes if they wanted to know what was going on on the Divine Fog planet.
Although we had been fighting with the crazy avengers for 30 minutes, on the distant third colony planet of Mobrador, the observation station there had just seen the scene of the Empire's fleet emerging from the spatial folds of the Divine Fog planet. They would only be able to see the fierce battle here for another 18 minutes or so.
Thinking about this, I composed myself and said to Miriya in a very serious tone, "Miriya, please stay calm."
"Huh?" The young girl could hear that my tone was not right, and a curious voice came from the communication link.
"Don't celebrate. There might really be a riot later, so hurry up and hide in the underground warehouse with Uncle Zaku and Luna. Don't go out no matter what happens up there, and hold on to the Information Terminal. Call for backup if it's urgent, and the Imperial soldiers will bring you here — although this place is not that safe now."
"Wait, wait, wait! What is going on? "
Miriya's natural sense of danger made her loudly interrupt me. The young girl shouted anxiously, "You're in trouble? You're in trouble too? Why is there a riot or something … "
"We're fighting with another group of Imperial Army."
"Huh?" Miriya couldn't wrap her head around it.
"To put it in layman's terms, if the Schilling civilization is the parent of the Mobrador civilization, the current situation is that your father and mother are fighting among themselves, throwing bricks in the house in front of their children. If you don't want to be scared, quickly find a corner and hide!"
This time, Miriya understood.
After hurriedly ending the communication with Miriya and confirming that she had pulled her weird uncle and unsmiling "aunt" to hide underground, I had to turn my attention back to the artillery fire outside. What happened in Mobrador was a headache for the future. Our top priority now was to deal with the avengers who were already on steroids.
Sandora's trump card army was indeed extraordinary. Their tactic of self-destructing as soon as something went wrong caused us huge losses. The enemy seemed to have completely given up on calculating the cost of the war. They used suicidal attacks regardless of the cost even when they had the advantage in numbers. This caused them to be on par with our Imperial Guards with their regular troops, and more importantly, they had the advantage in numbers!
"Why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet?"
Sandora suddenly asked loudly. Bubble's voice immediately sounded over the broadcast. "The reinforcements have arrived, but the enemy has used a gravitational field to stop them at the other end of the battlefield. They are currently trying to break through!"
As she spoke, the bridge of the Empire Admiral suddenly shook. Two Borderland-class fortresses had been pierced right in front of us, and the resulting huge explosion had even impacted the flagship.
The strength of the combined shield was rapidly decreasing, and the disadvantage in numbers was finally showing itself to be a huge crisis. Relying on a cheap trick to make up for the lack of numbers wouldn't last long.
"Looks like it's time for us to take the field."
Icetis's voice suddenly sounded beside me. I turned around in surprise and saw a silver-white halo sweeping past my eyes. A certain rogue goddess spread out her black wings, and her ankle-length silver hair fluttered in the wind. Her favorite black dress had been changed into an extravagant tight-fitting leather armor. This was the first time I had seen Icetis in armor. How should I put it, her figure was quite good …
Ignoring her personality, when she was serious, she was just like a goddess of war.
Behind Icetis, the remaining four members of the Protoss gang had also changed into military attire and were holding their own weapons. Eersson was still glowing with light, Monina was playing with the twin daggers in her hands, Kenser was leaning on his scepter like Odin, and Lin was flipping through inertial mechanics over and over again — the last one, Ignore.
"Are you dumbfounded?" Icetis knocked me on the head. "Do you think that I only know how to scrounge for food? Tsk, looks like if I don't go out for a fight today, people will forget about me, Icetis, and my famous bow and arrow! "
After saying that, the valiant female rogue, who was fully armed, led the four subordinates that she had abducted from Jingle's subordinates and stepped onto the battlefield against the rebel army of the Empire. Before I could react, I saw a series of flashes on the holographic projection: The scourges had opened fire.
I exchanged glances with Sandora, and the latter's eyes were filled with helplessness. Her expression was obvious: Don't bother, that fellow has always been like this.
At this moment, on the battlefield outside, a high-level Protoss and four ordinary Protoss joined the battle, instantly changing the situation. I couldn't help but admit that the Protoss's individual combat prowess was terrifying. Even though they didn't have a large army or complex technology, their innate strength was already the strongest military force. Icetis, whose wings fluttered and Holy Light surrounded her, was like a goddess of war descending from the heavens. As the longbow in her hands opened and closed, hundreds and thousands of golden rays of light pierced through the darkness. These sharp arrows, formed entirely from Holy Light, possessed a bizarre killing ability. They didn't destroy the structure of the target, instead, they borrowed the concept of Holy Light to destroy the enemy. The Avenger aircrafts that were struck by the Holy Light Arrows instantly turned into light and gradually extinguished in space. Their weak psionic shields could only slightly block the destructive Holy Light Arrows.
"Ah — Boom!" As Icetis helped Pandora sweep away the incoming aircrafts, she did not stop talking. Originally, sound could not be transmitted in space, but she used her divine powers to transform her voice into something similar to a concept, allowing it to spread out. So, the entire space echoed with her shouting. "Another wave! All of you bastards, get out of my way! Go back and wake up! You $# … &% ¥% ¥are traitors, traitors, do you understand! If I don't teach you a lesson on behalf of my friend today, you won't know who you are! I @ #! @！#！ … &% ¥yours! "
The female gangster's aggressive manner of speaking caused the information link to fall silent. Everyone was speechless as they watched this woman throw a tantrum outside. At this time, another Vengeance assault ship broke through Bryndis's holy light and Pandora's cannons with the help of its shield and the cover of its comrades. It rushed to the vicinity of the flagship's shield generator. Bryndis immediately rushed over in exasperation. He reached into his dimensional pocket and took out …
I thought it was a mace. I didn't expect it to be a book.
"Stop right there!" Icetis kicked the assault ship back. Holding the large book in her hand, she made a righteous expression. "Be quiet, you need to repent! This goddess will tell you the story of God the Father's love … "
The pilot of the assault ship was very cooperative. He opened fire on the female gangster's face, almost turning her black.
Icetis closed the book and with a swing of her arm, the large book smashed through the enemy's shield and armor, directly piercing through the assault ship along the central axis.
"Anyway, I'm following the rules!" The female gangster held the second book in her hand and looked around dangerously. "God the Father told me to try to use the Grimoire to reform them before I beat them up, but he didn't say that the Grimoire can't be thrown around!"
I knew it!
While Icetis's battle was in full swing, the four cops were also making a lot of noise. This was the first time I saw the Protoss's true fighting style. Of course, this might not be the case for most of them. Eersson used the giant shield that could be used as a door to hold up a barrier of holy light, almost protecting the entire flagship. The psionic cannons from the other end of space continued to cause violent ripples on the barrier, but it had yet to penetrate it. Everyone had witnessed the defensive capabilities of a Star Sector Garrison Officer, who single-handedly withstood the attacks of perhaps a dozen motherships. Although he was wailing like a ghost, his body was truly sturdy.
But when the enemy's cannons changed to dozens of Milky Way, he immediately withdrew from the battle, smoke rising from his mouth. Facing the bombardment of Milky Way, he was already fast enough not to be killed instantly. That was something that even Icetis was not willing to take head-on.
No matter how strong an individual soldier was, he was just an ordinary Protoss, and it would be suicidal to fight against dozens of Empire motherships. The most miserable thing in this world was the tank, and the most miserable thing was when there was no healer.
Monina could not display her full strength in such a large-scale battle, so she had now crossed several astronomical units and infiltrated the enemy's formation. She had some special little gifts with her, which were given to her by her elder sister before she set off, some hardcover disaster beacons. A few minutes later, Monina sent news of victory. The enemy had dozens of motherships, and the interior had become an exhibition hall of natural disasters. They would not be able to fire normally in a short period of time. So, the pressure on this side was greatly reduced.
Kenser was not a god who was good at offense and defense. He was better at support and changing diapers. The latter was not needed now, but we had Sives for the former (Sives knew the Imperial Army's fighting style better than he did). So, he was now busy treating the wounded. Even though he did not understand mechanical maintenance, Uncle Kenser's power could prevent any form of damage from deepening. Many battleships that were left with only the cockpit were safely returned to the maintenance center with his power.
Lin's performance was unexpectedly eye-catching, second only to Icetis who was following the two lunatics and slaughtering the enemy. This was mainly due to her size. A golden twin-headed dragon that was more than a hundred meters in length, width, and height was an extremely eye-catching existence no matter how you looked at it. Even though there were many larger Empire battleships around her, they could not obstruct her shining body and swift and fierce fighting style. She flapped her wings and rolled around in the dense enemy formation, throwing a tantrum, dog-paddling, forward rolls, and rattlesnake maneuvers. She used her tail to spin like a top and took advantage of the fact that there was no terrain in space to restrict her. Even though I thought that she was just rolling and dizzy to stop. Her two large front claws were also put to use. She gathered a large pile of battleship wreckage and crushed it into a ball. Then, she threw it forward when it was about to undergo a nuclear reaction under the high pressure. It was truly as if she was playing bowling. But after a few minutes of throwing a tantrum, the area around Lin was even cleaner than Icetis's. Everyone, from enemy to ally, had retreated. Uncle Kenser rubbed his arm as he stood half a kilometer away. He had been sent flying by Lin's tail.
In her dragon form, Lin had slight astigmatism. This depended on the structure of a dragon's eyeball. This was extremely fatal, especially to an ally.
The Protoss Bar's unrestrained fighting style and ferocious strength caused the bridge to fall into silence. This was the first time I saw these existences who were known as the pinnacle of individual strength when they truly exerted their full DPS. I had to admit that their individual strength far surpassed that of the Shiring Apostles. Even though they might not be a match for any Empire fleet, any ordinary Shiring Apostles would not be a match for them. Sandora sighed after a moment of silence. "They are about to be blasted down."
Sandora's judgment was accurate. After a few minutes, other than Icetis who was still alive and kicking and Monina who was unharmed, the remaining three Protoss Bars were carried back. Jingle was currently treating them.
Eersson had been focused on by more than ten Star Streams. He was now seventy percent healed. Lin's body size was too large. Any enemy mech that aimed at her could achieve a hundred percent hit rate as long as they didn't lose their minds. Her scales needed a thorough maintenance. As a support personnel, Uncle Kenser should not have been injured. However, two of his bones had been broken by Lin. His injuries were only second to Eersson's.
… Reality proved that no matter how strong an individual soldier was, he would still be at a disadvantage when facing an entire army.
Of course, there was also a reason for this. They had fought against the Empire's trump card army with just four or five people. If they were facing any ordinary mortal civilization, they would have returned victoriously long ago. However, the Empire's warships were not something that could be easily dealt with.
Even though Icetis was indignant, the five Protoss Bars had been a great help. Because of their assistance, the enemy's attack had been greatly hindered. We had finally waited for reinforcements.
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