"Kill them! Kill them! Kill them! General will definitely win! Kill whoever you want to kill! "
A maniacal voice shouted in the public channel. The huge and noisy information storm made me dizzy. It was hard for me to imagine that a spaceship's AI could be so noisy. Just as I was stunned, a dozen dark red energy beams tore through the darkness and created a series of ripples on Sandora's psionic shield.
The enemy couldn't hear the noise in their channel. Their escort fleet was still trying their best to kill the four of us … Oh, including the Asida sisters, there should be six of us now. As we were moving quickly near the wreckage, the enemy didn't dare to use the main cannons of the mothership. However, more and more fighter aircrafts and assault ships were gathering. Not only were they strengthening the defense of the wreckage, they were also using suppressive fire to force us further away. The Pandora sisters were indeed powerful, but they didn't dare to go head-on against an entire fleet in such a situation. Even Sandora's mind control was powerless against so many enemies. The only reason we were able to hold on was because the enemy didn't dare to use powerful weapons. It was also because of the powerful shields of the leader level apostles and the Asida sisters' continuous space jumps that saved our lives.
"D * mn it. Do we have no choice but to retreat?!"
Sandora said angrily as she looked at the other half of the wreckage that was right before her but couldn't get any closer. Although the situation was dire, it wouldn't be a problem for us to escape at the last moment. With the Asida sisters around, the enemy's space disruptors shouldn't be able to stop us. However, it seemed like this operation was going to end in failure.
I glanced at the other side of the line of fire in the distance. We were more than a hundred thousand kilometers away. Even with my powerful senses, I couldn't see the Imperial Army's position. I could only see a bunch of blurry light spots blinking in that direction. That was the battle between the Imperial Army and the Fallen Apostle fleet. Meanwhile, Visca's maniacal spaceship AI was still shouting incoherent slogans.
"I never thought that even the crazy mainframe would be so anxious. It's a pity that 'she' can't help at all."
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry as I shook my head. After all, that was just a remnant of a spaceship that only had an escape tower left. "She" screaming and yelling at me made me feel both helpless and sad.
However, very quickly, I noticed that something was wrong with Sandora's expression. Following her line of sight, I saw an inconspicuous white dot rapidly approaching us. The shouts in the public channel also seemed to be getting clearer.
"Charge! Charge! Fight for the general, you bastards! Kill those bastards and bitches! Long live us! Long live us! "
It's that crazy host. He's actually rushing over? This bastard actually broke through tens of thousands of kilometers of blockade fire and arrived in front of us?
"Your Majesty!" Sives's urgent communication suddenly interrupted. "We've lost the 'Church Spaceship'. It suddenly blew up the base of the Empire Admiral. We don't know where it went!"
"Don't worry. I think I've already seen that thing." I gaped at the escape tower that had enlarged from a sesame-sized white dot to a silhouette. Even the Empire Admiral couldn't track 'her' trajectory. That meant that this thing probably didn't cross the line of fire using the normal route. "This thing's hyperspace warp device is really powerful."
"The escape tower of the mothership was originally designed to break through all forms of blockade and protect the leader from the battlefield." Sandora also looked at the white spaceship that was constantly charging closer. "It's not surprising that it could pass through the interference belt, but … what is this crazy AI trying to do?"
Visca tried to establish contact with the escape tower that had already charged into the Fallen Apostle's defense line and was gradually attracting the enemy's attention. However, her efforts were ignored. The host in the escape tower seemed to have fallen into complete chaos. It refused to accept any external communications. Or perhaps it did, but 'she' could no longer hear clearly. 'She' was only madly galloping amidst the hail of bullets, shouting madly in every channel that could be recognized.
"Attack! We're under attack! Escort fleet, fortress fleet, go up! Logistics spaceships, go up too! "
"What's wrong with the flank! Why isn't it responding to my orders! "
"Aha, it's over. Our flank is finished! Third Fleet, Third Fleet, charge! The general is waiting for you at the frontline! Open fire! "
"Second Fleet, Second Fleet, respond to my orders. You're offline!"
"We're under attack. The flagship is on fire! The flagship is on fire! The armor has been pierced through. I can't detect where the shield generator is! What are you doing? Why aren't you listening to my orders! "
"First Fleet, Second Fleet, Third Fleet, logistics team, fortress echelon, respond to my orders! Get into combat positions. Hurry, the enemy is attacking the general's property. Bastards, bastards, little bastards, where the hell are you?! "
"It has returned to 700,000 years ago …" Sandora suddenly grabbed my arm. Her low voice resounded in our spiritual connection. "It is still commanding the battle from 700,000 years ago …"
However, there were no longer any soldiers who could respond to 'her' orders. 'She' kept calling for the First Fleet, Second Fleet … It was right here, in this wreckage that stretched for hundreds of thousands of kilometers.
The Fallen Apostle's warship was initially stunned by the escape tower that had suddenly barged in. However, when they realized that this small spaceship that was only a few hundred meters long didn't bring any reinforcements, they immediately reacted and began to turn their cannons to attack the escape tower. When the first warp missile exploded on the shield, the escape tower's AI stopped in confusion. Then, it seemed to suddenly understand something.
"I understand now. It seems like the enemy is already attacking."
Continuous energy beams began to bombard the escape tower's psionic shield. As the sturdiest cabin in the entire flagship, the escape tower's shield was specially made to have high resistance against any kind of attack. Hence, it didn't break in an instant under such concentrated bombardment. However, it was already flickering violently. The light produced by the overload of the shield generator flowed along the escape tower's central axis. The escape tower's flight posture was instantly distorted, as though it had lost control of its attitude adjustment engine.
"Corim! Blazing Ash! Death Knell! Respond to my orders! "
What responded to 'her' was even more attacks from the Fallen Apostle. After flickering violently a few times, the escape tower's shield finally collapsed. Its shield generator emitted thick smoke, and several armor plates were blasted away. At the critical moment, the ship's AI activated the spaceship's evasive system, narrowly avoiding the enemy's next round of attacks.
Pandora and Visca had already turned their cannons and began to bombard the nearby enemies with all their might in an attempt to create a buffer zone for the escape tower to escape. Sandora and I attempted to use our Emperor-class authority to directly connect to the escape tower's control system. However, the system turned a deaf ear to our commands. The spaceship that Visca had created back then didn't have a module that could respond to the Emperor's commands. The escape tower only acknowledged the general's orders.
However, the ship's AI could no longer hear its general's voice. Many facts showed that its external scanning system was in complete chaos. It had no idea what was happening around it. The only thing the ship's AI could see was the wreckage that was about to be moved away by the Fallen Apostle. It had been constantly adjusting its position in that direction.
More and more black battleships adjusted their cannons to firing angles. Countless fire-control radars locked onto a single point. The resulting noise rumbled within the range of her spiritual senses. Visca charged above the escape tower, attempting to destroy its entrance with brute force. However, the fierce artillery fire stopped her movements. Moreover, the escape tower's star gold alloy shield that was several dozen times stronger than any battleship's armor was completely shattered. The latter was emitting thick smoke. Fifty percent of its entire body's mechanical structure was already exposed. It wandered about the battlefield in a crooked manner until it confirmed that there were no more soldiers responding to its voice. Then, it suddenly let out a sharp roar through all channels.
"All of you, get up! Get up! Continue fighting! This ship knows that you are finished. You have all been destroyed. However, the general wants you to get up and continue fighting! Is there anyone else who can hear me? Is there anyone who can activate it? As long as you have energy, get up and charge forward! Bring back victory! Even if you are trash, you still have to become a pile of valuable trash! "
"If you all aren't trash, then use everything you have to smash those bandits into pieces!"
"Charge!"
I believed that this was the final declaration of that crazy ship's AI after it went berserk, to the extent where I could already see the scene of it being blasted into pieces by concentrated fire a few seconds later. However, the first explosion happened within the Fallen Apostle's battle formation.
A dazzling fireball swelled up a kilometer away. The raging flames engulfed a black enemy aircraft carrier. Then, countless flashes of light appeared on the battlefield, appearing from a place that shouldn't have appeared — on top of the enormous wreckage.
Those were the flashes of battleship engines. This battlefield that stretched for hundreds of thousands of kilometers was covered in wreckage. Some of them were produced by the flames of battle just now, but most of them were fragments from the disintegration of ruined planets. These fragments were incomparably large, and most of them maintained a complete structure. These were the Destruction Army that had been completely wiped out 700,000 years ago. When the escape tower's shipboard AI gave its final call, these already fragmented battleship wreckages that were basically scrap metal from common sense suddenly started moving. Their remaining energy furnaces squeezed out the last bit of power, pushing these enormous tattered bodies to move. It was as if they were rotting corpses that had once again stood up from a battlefield littered with corpses, dragging their stumbling footsteps as they began to charge at their enemies.
"Is that all you have?! Could it be that you still want to save your stamina for the return journey?! All of you, f * cking charge! Burn down your energy furnaces, burn down your engines, burn down everything you can burn! Drag everyone down with you before you're done for! "
Millions of battleship wreckages began to move. Their armor was tattered, their shields all gone, and even their engines were incomplete. Some of the motherships only had a single auxiliary nozzle that worked, and they could only slowly move their bodies like old people. They were all twisted and wretched, like a bunch of walking corpses wrapped in tattered leather, constantly disintegrating as they flew, dropping debris all over their bodies. They passed through the barrage of firepower, facing the enemy's cannons, and did not hesitate to pass their comrades from 700,000 years ago who could no longer move despite their best efforts to move. They began to charge at every target on this battlefield that spanned hundreds of thousands of kilometers. Then, massive explosions began to engulf the entire battlefield.
"That's it, that's it. Ah, I can feel the storm-like energy around us. It's over, it's all over. Let us jump into the same grave. Cheers! The General's property is right in front of us, it's very clear … Blast open a path! "
The escape tower that was already in tatters erupted with astonishing speed at this moment. All of its propulsion systems began to burst with thunder and lightning. The engine's protective panels melted like wax, and the ship's hull caught on fire, burning fiercely. As if it was drunk, it began to sway as it charged towards the enemy's spatial converter. We suddenly understood what this fellow was trying to do. We tried to stop it, but we couldn't charge over at all. Everything in our line of sight had gone mad. The Fallen Apostle's battleships were currently firing in all directions, and those furious wreckages seemed to be unable to distinguish between friend and foe. Meanwhile, that crazy spaceship AI was at the very core of this series of large whirlpools, leading "her" tattered army of millions as they staggered towards the enemy's defensive line.
At this moment, the Fallen Apostle's mind was already in chaos. Even though they were still fierce and unhesitant in their attacks, they were clearly confused by this absolutely abnormal 'battle' in front of them. In theory, the wreckages of spaceships that should have been completely scrapped hundreds of thousands of years ago had been reactivated. This was clearly the effect of some messy system designed by Visca himself. In order to deal with these random 'enemies', the Fallen Apostle's fleet was clearly stretched thin.
There were too many of them!
The entire ruined planet was piled up by the wreckages of these spaceships. Eighty percent of them belonged to Visca's Destruction Army. Meanwhile, outside of the ruined planet, the incomparably vast Great Ruins Belt was similarly piled up with countless ancient spaceships. This was Visca's entire main force back then!
Meanwhile, the Fallen Apostle and us added together didn't even amount to half of these wreckages. After the Empire fell into a deep slumber, an army of that scale was no longer seen.
In addition, the Fallen Apostle occupied the original location of the Holy Treasury, and the Holy Treasury was the core of the ruined planet. When these wreckages were awakened, the Fallen Apostle was instantly surrounded by countless furious self-destructing fortresses.
"Annihilate the enemy! Our army is unrivalled! "
Amidst the crazed roars of the ship's AI, the wreckages that were like scrap metal smashed into the frigate formation that the Fallen Apostle used to protect the salvage area. The frigate's crazy counterattack tore apart a considerable amount of wreckages. However, the Fallen Apostle also suffered heavy casualties from the unprecedented explosion.
"Victory! As long as we win! The general only wants to win! At all costs! "
The flashes of the explosion wreaked havoc like a mountain torrent and tsunami. The defensive line of the Fallen Apostle's crazy counterattack was smashed into pieces by the even crazier Destruction Army. At this moment, everyone gave up on stopping them. This was impossible to stop. This was the determination of the entire fleet that had lasted for hundreds of thousands of years. How could a mere few people stop them?
"For encroaching on the general's property, you will all be dismembered into ten thousand pieces! Dismembered into ten thousand pieces! Listen up, this ship will now read out the funeral oration for you all. These are the funeral oration for you all! "
The Fallen Apostle's defensive line collapsed. The spatial converter that was just about to complete its mission was finally exposed in the escape tower's path of advance. Its protective shield had already been extinguished, and all of its mechanical arms were releasing sparks. Meanwhile, below it, the enormous ancient wreckage had already begun to flicker, about to be transported to another world. However, everything came to an end here, because that crazy figure was currently charging towards the spatial converter that no longer had any defensive capabilities.
“Fuck you！！！”
This time, the sparks that were neither big nor small could be described as insignificant compared to the continuous self-destruction of heavy ships and motherships. This was just the sparks that blossomed after an escape tower that was hundreds of meters long collided with a spatial converter that was also less than 500 meters long. On the battlefield in space, the sparks were like the sparks of fireflies. However, it was this sparks that shattered the Fallen Apostle's final effort.
They were no longer able to organize any large-scale counterattack, and it was even more impossible for them to escape with the wreckage under the ferocious counterattack of the Empire's fleet. Asida and the Asidora sisters charged towards the ancient wreckage that had been unlocked and began to rapidly transport it to the vicinity of the Empire's Admiral. We had to guard against the Fallen Apostle's desperate actions at the last moment. They might rather destroy the wreckage than leave us with the slightest victory. Their worry was right, because when the Asida sisters began to transport the wreckage, the remaining Fallen Apostle spaceships turned their cannons and fired at us. Their target was not only us, but also the fragile ancient wreckage.
However, the enemy was already at their wit's end. The outcome had been decided, and the defeated fleet could not stop anything. Pandora and Visca welcomed the Fallen Apostle's challenge with a frenzied bombardment. This was the last and most intense exchange of fire in the entire battle. Until now, it was also the first time I had seen Visca attack so crazily …
The rest of the battle was one-sided. When the Galaxy Flash from the Empire's fleet pierced through the last Fallen Apostle's mothership, the tragic battle finally came to an end. The wreckage finally returned to its original owner.
"Your Majesty, all the wreckage has been recovered," Xi Weis said.
Sives picked up the call. "Including the small fragment that was sent back, preliminary judgment is that it's not a battleship, but a functional spaceship …"
"Deal with it first. Just give me a more complete report later," I interrupted him tiredly.
I interrupted her tiredly. Shadora shook her head and looked at Weska. "At least his sacrifice was worth it."
Yes, it was worth it. As a Shiring Apostle, a worthy sacrifice on the battlefield was the best ending for them. Even if it was just a spaceship AI, even if "she" was just an adjutant of Visca's Army of Destruction that had long since parted ways with the Empire, even if I knew all this, I still felt suffocated.
"Let's go. It's time to clean up the battlefield."
I patted Visca's little head, and the latter followed me without a word.
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