In a spherical space the size of half a star system, countless massive starships shrouded in shadows were gradually reviving, and in the center of the fleet, there was an Eternal-class flagship that had obviously undergone special modifications and appeared especially massive and heavy. It was the starting point of this revival, and its originally dim hull gradually glowed with a cold metallic luster after charging. The energy veins under the armor layer grew brighter as the warship was activated, and lights from all over the warship flowed like flowing water from the bow to the stern. In a few seconds, the entire starship was revived from a lifeless corpse, and with the activation of this special flagship, all the other ships also began to operate rapidly. The light that represented the activation of the warship spread rapidly in all directions. In the blink of an eye, the base that was once jokingly called a morgue was filled with the aura of "new life".
From space, the three-dimensional spherical space base looked like a crystal ball that was burning with sparks from the inside. A small spark burst out from its center, and in the next moment, it rapidly turned from a gloomy black crystal into a dazzling space pearl.
"At least 137 blackout regulations were violated …"
Sandora muttered to herself in front of the holographic projection as she looked at the scene of the base being activated through the remote probe. We had already left the Eternal-class battleship that PL-15 was in. Everyone was now in the largest control tower in the center of the base. This place didn't have a battleship dispatch center that was essential to a normal space base. This control tower was considered a temporary battleship dispatch center.
"You can understand. This is a new way of existence. They need some time to get used to it."
I patted Sandora's shoulder and comforted her.
"I hope they can get used to it." The big sister's voice didn't sound too excited. "Although it's better than the previous data, it's the same as not having a body. I really don't know if this is good or bad in the long run."
When the big sister said this, the control tower's broadcast channel was connected to the fleet. Hence, as soon as she finished speaking, Samar, one of the former four warlords (now three warlords) of the Vengeance Army, immediately spoke through the communicator. "Madam, please don't worry. We are soldiers of the Imperial Army. The meaning of our existence is to be loyal to the Queen and to fight for the Empire. Now that we can achieve this mission by existing in this way, it doesn't matter if we have a body or not. We should thank the Queen. She made us valuable again. To a Shiring Apostles, losing their value is a punishment worse than death. Fortunately, we were pardoned. "
Samar's words made me silent. I knew that what he said made sense, especially regarding the Shiring Apostles' outlook on life. Perhaps they really believed that as long as they could continue to be loyal to the Empire, it didn't matter whether they were a person or a ship. However, Gaia 'example had proven that even a Shiring Apostle wouldn't be happy after losing his body forever.
But now, no one wanted to continue the topic. No matter what, today should be a day worth celebrating. The Army of Vengeance had finally gained a new life, and the 100,000 soldiers had returned to their queen's side. This was the most meaningful thing.
Sandora gazed at the fleet outside the porthole for a long time. There, countless Empire warships were slowly adjusting their positions. It was the new Vengeance Army adapting to their new bodies. The moment this huge army appeared, it brought with it an indescribable sense of oppression. This could be a supernatural phenomenon caused by the gathering of the mutated souls. One hundred thousand Vengeance Army soldiers and one hundred thousand powerful Holy Church warships had now merged into one. This huge fleet with souls would undoubtedly become the new Empire's most elite force. If we didn't count the special units and only the regular warships, even Sandora's and my royal fleet wouldn't be a match for them. This was obvious. No weapon could be as powerful as a warship with a soul. Even if we had the highest control coefficient, the Schilling mainframe, which directly replaced the mainframe of the warship, it wouldn't be as effective as giving the warship a soul.
It was just that the price we had to pay for this elite fleet was too high.
When we returned from the Great Nebula, almost all the warships that we had dragged out from the enemy's base had been modified to become the carriers of the Vengeance Army's souls. There were only about one thousand spare warships left. Now, I was very glad that I had been so stingy back then. Even though not long ago, I felt that it was a waste of electricity to keep these spaceships. Now that I thought about it, it was fortunate that we had collected all of the Templar's spaceships. Otherwise, it would have been a problem to carry out such a large-scale modification. The only thing that wasn't too satisfactory was that the warships that we had seized from the Templar Army were uneven. There were very few Eternal-class motherships because their mothership fleet had long been annihilated when the Celestial System Fleet attacked the Great Nebula. The remaining expeditionary and frontier main warships numbered only a few thousand. Not to mention the Vengeance Army's fleet at its peak, even the new Empire's main fleets now had more than them. Most of the Templar's spaceships parked here were small spaceships like assault ships and interceptors. It wasn't that small spaceships weren't good, but I felt that it would be a waste to modify them in such a way.
"The research center has already built a research base here. Next, I will organize people to replicate the autonomous systems of the Templar's spaceships." Tawil's projection stood behind me and Sandora as he reported his work plan. "It might be difficult to understand their principles, but if it's just a replication, it will only take a little time — at least in theory."
"When the time comes, we will modify a batch of the Empire's motherships into these autonomous spaceships and transfer the souls of the Vengeance Army who are currently using small boats into them?"
I tilted my head slightly and revealed an interested expression. "Is it easy to transfer souls?"
"If it were a normal soul, transferring to a new body might cause some damage. But to the soldiers of the Vengeance Army, this is not a problem at all. They are now just some logical data. As long as we insert the storage core that contains their original bodies into the new spaceships, they will quickly familiarize themselves with it. In theory, yes. "
"Ah Jun, don't just think about putting all the soldiers of the Vengeance Army on the huge spaceships." Sandora coughed lightly and reminded me, "An appropriate number of small battleships is a must. Besides, our current main fleet doesn't even have a hundred thousand Eternal-class battleships to modify …"
I scratched my head. "It's not like you don't know my standards …"
The newly formed fleet needed a name, but Sandora felt that there was no need to think too much about it. She still named it the Vengeance Army — of course, the Vengeance Fleet was fine too. Although there weren't many of these battleships, there was no doubt that they would become one of the trump cards of the new Empire. After all, a battleship core that could think was easy to create, but a spaceship with a soul was a completely different matter. Here, I would like to thank the Templar Guards who had given me so much trouble back in the day. After they evolved into autonomous spaceships, the modifications they made on themselves were now benefiting us. These spaceships were basically products of reasonable optimization. They usually had around thirty percent more performance than mass-produced Empire battleships of the same level. This was mainly reflected in their shields and energy systems. This kind of targeted enhancement was probably due to the lack of intelligence of the original Templar Guards. They couldn't use any exquisite tactics, so they desperately increased their defense and mobility — this was the reason why tanks usually didn't have many mana bars. In any case, their weapons were more than enough to bully the various races in the universe back then, so there was no need to enhance them. Tawil felt that we could call this phenomenon "evolution," and the phenomenon of "evolution" produced by the autonomous spaceships of the Templar Guards was still a hot topic in the research center even now — alright, I digressed again.
PL-15, Samar, and Luen were Shadora's three most trusted generals in the past. They were known as the Three Warlords. Their souls were currently residing in three of the strongest spaceships of the Holy Church. These were three special Eternal Motherships that were hundreds of kilometers long. They were the strongest warships that we could find and could use to modify them. These three powerful spaceships were tested, and they displayed astonishing combat power improvements. Their energy shield systems had increased by fifty percent, and they could reach an eternity of shield recharging speed (as expected of the Eternal Motherships) against a single Galaxy Cannon shot. Their energy output was almost twice that of a warship of the same level. These were still considered normal, but what was even more exciting was their astonishing maneuverability. Even the best driver wouldn't be able to make the car react as quickly as their own legs, unless that driver was a cripple or he was driving a Bumblebee. The Three Warlords were currently leaning towards the latter. They were able to make every doorbell on these gigantic spaceships sound as nimble as their own fingers — oh my, how many fingers did they need to do that?!
I shouldn't have let Shallow Shallow watch from the side when I was doing the tests. That girl was too infectious, and I couldn't think straight anymore.
In conclusion, these spaceships displayed excellent qualities one after another, and I felt that I needed to give them their own system. At the very least, the Eternal-class Motherships needed a new name. This was in line with the military customs of the Xiling Empire. Equipment that possessed revolutionary technological advancements would receive a brand new series of names.
I called them the Angel of Vengeance class.
The Angel of Vengeance class super-heavy Mothership was a greatly optimized T2-class ship based on the Eternal-class Mothership. It was larger than its original model, and similarly possessed stronger firepower, sturdier shields, longer mobility, and a revolutionary operating system that could think independently. These made them the milestone of the new Empire's new generation of warships. Even though the harsh manufacturing conditions prevented these evolved warships from being mass-produced, the technological advancements they brought to the Empire's regular fleets could be replicated. Tawil gained a lot of inspiration from the optimization of these new spaceships, and began to modify the existing regular Eternal-class warships of the Empire. She summed it up very well: Nothing understands its own condition better than a ship itself, especially when the ship's soul replaces its AI. Now, we could discuss with these spaceships how to modify their shields.
Following this pattern, two other types of warships also received a new series of names. Based on the original Expedition class, the newly evolved Avengers were named the "Cataclysm class." While maintaining their original flexible and long-lasting combat style, they greatly enhanced their movement speed. This was the result of the Avengers controlling these spaceships successfully discovering a brand-new engine driving process. Now, these huge warships gained the ability to move like the wind on the battlefield, accelerating from zero to lightspeed in first gear in 6.8 seconds — if they had gears.
The advanced model of the Frontier Class was named "Hatred Class". It was another name that was full of the style of the Avengers. The souls of the Avengers who had been reborn gave themselves such a name to express their irrepressible desire for revenge. They longed to return to the battlefield and fight to the death with the rebels who had destroyed the Queen's territory. The name "Hatred Class" fully reflected this militaristic ideology. Now, these round and charmingly naive starships finally got the main cannon for long-range attack. Back then, the Templar Guard equipped their Frontier class spaceships with super-standard energy systems. Then, according to PL-15's suggestion, Tawil modified these energy systems and connected them to a set of hyperspace firepower output devices. This device, which could only be used for defense, greatly suppressed the psionic thrusters on the starships, causing the power generated by the thrusters to be wasted in the spatial distortion phenomenon formed by dozens of layers of shields. At present, this problem could not be solved by increasing the output of the engine, but by replacing them with a more powerful quasi-coordinate engine …
The only pity was that the new "Aggro class" warships still could not solve the problem of their own movement speed. This was because when a large number of their shields were activated at the same time, there would be serious energy interference. This interference effect would greatly suppress the common psionic thrusters on the starships, causing the power generated by the thrusters to be wasted in the phenomenon of space distortion formed by dozens of layers of shields. At present, this problem could not be solved by increasing the output of the engine, but by replacing them with a more powerful quasi-coordinate engine …
The cost was not worth it.
In addition to continuing to research new technology from these new spaceships, Tawil's next step was to research a more efficient soul transfer device. This was because the souls of these Avengers were invaluable to the new Empire, and even more so to Sandora. Sacrificing one of them on the battlefield would be an irreparable loss for us. Since they had already become one with the warships, on the battlefield, once the warship carrying them was destroyed, these souls would not be able to escape the frontline in an escape pod. Therefore, the only thing that could increase the survival rate of these souls on the battlefield was soul transfer technology.
This technology should be easier to conquer, at least easier than letting Tawil research on how to give the Avengers a new body. Therefore, the bespectacled girl appeared very confident this time. She solemnly promised, "Before the next war, let the soldiers of the Empire obtain a more secure soul protection technology." I was a little surprised about this. Why is the girl beside me always thinking about when the next war will break out? Is it not good to stay at home for a few days?
In the next few days, Sandora and I often went to the base to get in touch with the Avengers who were undergoing inspection. We wanted to understand how they had changed under this new life form. But we also knew that in this aspect, we really could not compare to an ordinary Empire technician, so we just wanted to take a look. Sandora chatted with her old subordinates about the old days, while I came to interact with them with a kind of respect. Towards these Empire heroes who were loyal to the Queen even if they only left behind a remnant of their soul, all I had left was respect.
In the days that we returned home, the group of girls at home had returned to the right track. Except for me and Sandora who were exceptionally busy, the girls who had broken through the limits of their adaptability had quickly returned to the state of daily necessities. The elder sister was still fully deserving of being the head of the family, responsible for taking care of the group of girls at home, ranging from Little Bubble to Shallow Shallow. Pandora and Visca, on the other hand, had nothing to do again. But the previous month of bullets and bloodshed had greatly satisfied them. At least for the time being, they did not have to worry about them burying bombs in the Pentagon. The monsters of the Land of Fantasy were participating in this operation (Did they really participate in the operation?). After returning to Avalon, they were in a strange state of excitement for a long time. Wen Wen's newspaper evolved from a weekly newspaper to a daily newspaper, then to a small daily newspaper. In the end, she wanted to publish a new newspaper every fifteen minutes to express her excitement as a journalist. Thus, I taught her how to use Weibo. Rhododendron Spp. seemed to have disappeared. I did not see her sunbathing on the streets of the Shadow City for a few days. After asking Eight Cloud Purple, I understood that she was in seclusion, and the purpose of seclusion was to let the fur on her tail grow back as soon as possible. Lin Xue had been freeloading at home for the past few days. She had basically become a member of our big family. Even though I still used the term 'freeloading' to describe this lass's daily behavior, it was undeniable that it had become my habit to wait for her at the dining table every day so that everyone could eat together. In most cases, this would make Shadora so hungry that she would cry out. I could only remind Lin Xue to come earlier in the future for the sake of my house's safety. You know what's going on?
Today, the sun was bright and beautiful, just like the past week. Winter was almost at the tip of its tail. Although the air was still not warm, I still felt that spring was really coming. This was because Jingle had finally recovered from her jet lag and started to move around during the day. She was full of energy as she jumped around on my head, giving me the illusion that this little thing had just finished hibernating. The goddess is not hibernating anymore, isn't spring coming?
I sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window that allowed me to fully enjoy the winter sun. I watched the pedestrians wrapping their coats around them as they hurried past. Behind me sat two people. One was the chattering Liliana, and the other was Fina, who had come to visit.
The latter was a rare guest. It wasn't that Fina wasn't close to our family, but this former queen sister rarely took the initiative to go out. She was a typical person with unbelievably low living needs. Basically, as long as she didn't starve to death or freeze to death, you could boldly throw her in a small dark room and lock her up until the end of the world. This girl didn't seem to be depressed at all. I felt that Fina's strange personality was in urgent need of improvement, so I would often invite her to our house to play. I did my best to pollute the spirit of our family's happiness … er, to infect this apathetic Mechanical Queen. Now, it seemed that my efforts weren't in vain. Today, she actually took the initiative to visit us.
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