After a moment of silence in the command hall below the bridge, the commanders returned to their tense battlefield dispatching. On the officers' platform, the silence continued.
Sandora looked around and looked at me with a serious expression. "Ah Jun, something's not right. This clone … I feel that it might be different from what we had guessed previously. 'It' should not only have obtained a portion of your power."
"'It' understands Earth very well. It knows the ancient human language and modern history. I suspect that 'it' is even very familiar with the few of us. This kind of teasing tone is the most suitable way to communicate with us." Archbishop Liliana, who was good at analyzing human psychology and had the talent of sensing the thinking tendencies of all living beings, stood on a chair with a large stack of books on her back. She barely managed to maintain the same height as everyone else. "'It' uses a way of speaking that can subtly lower our vigilance and increase our recognition of 'it'. However, I'm not sure if 'its' thinking pattern is in line with human standards, so I can't be sure yet."
"There's another possibility." The elder sister looked at everyone worriedly. "This clone might have Ah Jun's memory … 'It' knows everyone here and knows what to say in certain situations."
I felt a chill run down my spine. Miss Lin was holding her head and groaning. She might have accidentally 'looked' at the clone again.
"Alright. If that's the case, I don't mind using violence." Sandora exercised her wrist. Her tone was very unfriendly, but her face was cold. "If 'it' really stole Ah Jun's memory."
I scratched my head in confusion. This is just another baseless guess. Who knows the real situation? We can't even be sure if the clone is walking upright or not …
However, there's one thing that I'm 100% certain of. This time, we have to get that test subject.
The Heavy Concealment Bombardment is an extremely dangerous warship when it's a successful ambush. They carry a super high-yield space contraction warhead that can cause the space within a radius of a few kilometers to suddenly collapse into a single point. Then, it will randomly regroup and expand back to its original state. During this process, all entities within the range of the contraction will inevitably suffer great damage. Even the Empire's units that are extremely resistant to abnormal rules will have structural dislocations after encountering space contraction. This is fatal to a high-speed warship. The spaceship's shield has no defense against such indirect attacks. A smaller spaceship will be torn in half from the beginning to the end, while a larger warship will suffer heavy damage. However, the Heavy Concealment Bombardment is also an abnormally fragile spaceship. In order to carry a super high-yield weapon while also possessing the ability to hide from any radar, as well as maintain a high degree of maneuverability to ensure that they can accurately stick to the target in an intense military conflict without anyone noticing, the tonnage of these strange-looking spaceships is completely inversely proportional to their power. Moreover, their defense is frighteningly low. If they don't have powerful instantaneous firepower support, they will basically die on sight.
When the first sneak attack succeeded, the stealth bombardment ships all turned around and fled, handing the task of follow-up attacks to their brother ships: assault ships and frigates. Meanwhile, the heavy spaceships led by Pandora and Visca had long circled behind the Fallen Apostles. When the latter's formation became chaotic from the bombardment, the two little lunatics launched a full firepower crushing battle that was especially in line with their style.
Hundreds and thousands of floating cannons formed a curtain wall, and in the background were the even larger and more outrageous heavy gunships, as well as the floating turrets commanded by the gunships. Pandora's battle strategy was like this: First, we need a cannon, and then this cannon should carry many medium cannons. Of course, if there is still enough bandwidth and energy, each medium cannon can also carry a bunch of small cannons. When the field of view is filled with cannons, this world will be filled with joy, as well as victory.
This was why Pandora and Visca could always bring such a small number of people with them, as if they were a fleet of bombardments. When their tens of thousands of cannons fired towards the enemy lines, the rear commanders of the Fallen Apostles might be shocked into thinking that they were being attacked by another army.
"There's nothing more interesting than chasing after a group of spaceships that haven't reacted in time and blasting their engine nozzles and reactor cabins." — Visca's Language.
I really wanted to describe the battle that followed in detail, but there wasn't much to say. The Fallen Apostles were too unlucky. Seriously, they and their Emperor had schemed against them countless times, but in the end, they all suffered a huge setback. Three scientific research worlds were burned to a crisp, and the rebels that they had chased after with great difficulty were not captured. The Imperial Army suddenly appeared, and the Fallen Apostles, who were always lying in ambush, were successfully ambushed. Their corpses were strewn everywhere (this is a descriptive phrase, get the gist of it). The rebel army, which had been pretending to be running away, suddenly turned around and began to counterattack. It was only then that the Fallen Apostles' commander confirmed that he had truly been ambushed. There were enemies on all sides. The heavy stealth bombing ships had unleashed countless spatial mines on their flanks, and there was even a large number of cannons chasing after him from behind. If this was not considered being besieged on all sides, then there were also strange situations that kept appearing in their camp. Inexplicably, their warships would malfunction, their firepower would go out of control, friendly fire would accidentally injure them, and there would be endless unlucky incidents. Some warships would suddenly slow down, swaying as if they were moving in slow motion, and would be hit by enemies. There were also some spaceships that aged severely within a thousandth of a second and were torn to pieces. Even if they did not suffer from these misfortunes and the enemy's cannons, there were still some spaceships that were shattered by energy explosions that appeared out of nowhere. At the end of the battle, perhaps the Fallen Apostles' commander would suspect that he was being attacked by a Law Weapon — in a broad sense, they were right. The First Family was all related to Law Weapons.
Until the very end, the enemy's commander probably wouldn't understand why a test subject who had escaped from his own laboratory, who had never come into contact with any other Shiring Apostles, would secretly complete this textbook ambush with the Imperial Army. In fact, even now, I still didn't understand what was going on.
Lin Xue's prophecy, Sandora's arrangements, the clone's strange actions, and a little bit of coincidence had all completed this brilliant and complicated operation. But after the dust settled, I felt a little dizzy and couldn't understand why this chain of events had happened. It seemed to be explained clearly, but it always felt like it had been pre-planned. The entire process was too logical, which made it seem less real.
"The enemy is retreating. They have already matched the code to break through the gravitational trap," a commander reported loudly.
The ship's mainframe was transmitting the situation on the battlefield to the officer's platform. On the holographic projection, the Fallen Apostle's fleet formation was on the verge of collapse. The dark minefield that was almost sticking to their bodies and the heavy floating cannons that were tightly following the fleet's tail could render even the most outstanding fleet commander helpless. Furthermore, they couldn't receive any reinforcements. Even though this was the Fallen Apostle's territory, Halland, who was stationed here, probably wouldn't sacrifice another batch of precious spaceships in order to save these fleets. As a Fallen Apostle who had already given up on the glory of a warrior and was only left with unscrupulous means, there was more than an 80% chance that he would make such a choice.
I turned my gaze to Sandora. "Should we continue the pursuit?"
However, the other party shook her head. "No, we can't let them have any clearer information on the Imperial Army's current strength. All fleets, pull back and prepare to retreat."
The Fallen Apostle's fleet, which had suffered severe losses in the ambush, couldn't care less about whether the Imperial Army had any intention of pursuing them. They chose to retreat on all fronts. They were indeed qualified warriors, but qualified warriors wouldn't be ashamed to retreat rationally. However, qualified warriors wouldn't give up their own territory to the enemy so easily. Thus, before they retreated, they did something very Schilling -esque and deranged. I don't know what they did exactly, but a Fallen Apostle's command ship sent out a highly encrypted message. Then, the dark red universe that the Royal Fleet was in suddenly became abnormal. The bridge began to sound an alarm. "Attention! The current universal constant is in disorder. The logical loophole is approaching the threshold! The strength of the world barrier continues to decline. The mainframe recommends that all fleets retreat! "
"It seems that they still retain the ability to directly destroy the entire universe." Sandora raised her eyebrows slightly. "The key constant that maintains the balance of the universe's information is being reset. This world is about to disintegrate. The fleet must have applied for an annihilation order from the higher-ups before retreating."
"Since the line of defense can't be held, they might as well blow everything up." I shook my head helplessly. "I knew they wouldn't leave us anything. It's a typical 'tactic' of the Shiring Apostles."
The smaller warships returned to their respective garages while the larger ships activated their Void Navigation Shields. In the period before the end of the world, the captains of the Imperial Army had familiarly prepared equipment to deal with the collapse of the universe. At the same time, there was another fleet wandering around the periphery of the Empire's fleet. It consisted of thousands of warships of various sizes, all painted in black and red. The presence of the Abyss made these warships emit an atmosphere that was even more unsettling than their appearance. This was something that every Empire soldier had always been on guard against. So, as the Empire's fleet gathered their formation, they turned all their main cannons to aim at the Abyssal warships that were still unable to determine whether they were friend or foe. But in contrast, the warships that emanated the presence of the Abyss pointed all their main cannons deep into space, and were still shouting that Mussolini was an idiot …
I say, that's enough. Mussolini is just too pitiful. He has been dead for nearly a hundred years and is still being flogged by a foreign world. Is there still any humanity left?!
"They are saying that they are not a threat, and at the same time, they are sending various communication requests," the intelligence officer reported. "But the level of encryption for these communication requests is average. To prevent the starship's host from being contaminated, we have not accepted them for the time being."
This was perhaps the strangest contact we had with a group of Abyssal warships so far. Everyone was cautious, including Sandora. Even though we were still fighting alongside the fleet outside ten minutes ago, the officers still maintained the necessary caution at this time. After some thought, I nodded. "Temporarily disconnect the communication host of the Empire Admiral from the other arrays. Let's see what the clones are up to."
The intelligence officer did as he was told, and after a few seconds, he reported in disbelief, "Your Majesty, the enemy's flagship has applied for a boarding permit. They want to send a person to the Empire Admiral, their supreme commander. There is a postscript to the request: 'Guess who I am?' "
Sandora and I looked at each other, and Lin Xue waved her hand as if she had a headache. "I'm used to it. That weirdo can do whatever he wants. Just accept the request. I can only say that there is no danger."
There was still some time before the complete collapse of the universe. It was good to figure out the identity of the other party before that happened. This was our original goal, but the situation was a little different from what we had expected. In the end, what appeared in front of us was not just a clone, but also thousands of Abyssal warships led by 'it'.
The boarding permit was quickly sent out. The number of people allowed was only one, and the other party was asked to use a single-person shuttle to board. There was nothing wrong with being careful, especially when the other party might be a double king of the Abyss and the Void. The process was very cautious. The entire army was observing the shuttle from all angles. There were at least a hundred surveillance screens on the bridge, showing that the shuttle steadily entered the fifth boarding gate of the Empire Admiral. The test results showed that the shuttle itself carried the Abyss's reaction, but it did not have the ability to spread infection. The crew members in the shuttle were actually clean: they had nothing to do with the Abyss at all. Soon, the person who boarded the shuttle arrived in front of us after walking through the hundred-meter-long inspection corridor. The First Family welcomed this extremely special guest with the most complete lineup.
…
Now, we could finally stop referring to this out-of-control experimental subject as "it" because the other party's gender and appearance had been confirmed. Standing in front of me was a girl who was about 1.65 meters tall, wearing a long black dress. She looked a few years younger than Shallow Shallow. She had shoulder-length hair, wore no makeup, and looked delicate and pretty. But at first glance, I could feel the aura of a superior in her eyes, as if she had been nurtured in an extraordinary family. The other feeling that she gave off was that she was mischievous and spoiled — thirty percent of this came from the carefree look in her eyes, and seventy percent from her previous behavior.
Everyone was unable to react, and I was even more stunned as I observed her for a full three minutes. Slowly, a strange feeling began to form in my heart. Of course, it wasn't that my heart would palpitate when I saw a beautiful woman. All the girls in my family were ridiculously beautiful, and I wouldn't be surprised if a girl like Sandora was beautiful to the point of popping out of her skin. I simply felt that this girl wearing a black one-piece dress in front of me gave me a strange sense of familiarity. Familiarity, intimacy, and no threat at all. In fact, I even felt like I could boldly rub her head without worry, as if I was looking at any girl in my family who was no taller than 1.2 meters.
Just a few minutes ago, I was still insisting that I was facing a magical creature that was three meters tall and three meters wide, had a green face and fangs, had a mouth that was three feet wide, and was drooling. He had a tattoo of a tropical fish on his left arm, and a quarantine certificate on his right arm. I just felt that someone who came out of the Fallen Apostle's laboratory shouldn't be this beautiful.
"Hey, Ah Jun, why isn't he three meters tall and three meters wide, with a green face and fangs, with a mouth that's more than three feet wide and dripping with saliva, and a tattoo of a tropical fish on his left arm and a quarantine certificate on his right arm?" A girl beside him who had just recovered from her daydream exclaimed.
Very good, Shallow Shallow had sufficiently proved that those who weren't from the same family wouldn't enter the same door. This girl and I were born to be a pair …
Liliana poked my knee maliciously (she wouldn't be able to poke any higher). "Boss, it's your duplicate."
Sandora looked over with a strange expression, and joined in the fun. "Ah Jun, isn't this deviation a little too big? It's a girl. "
I was speechless.
"Duplicate? Ha, it seems like everything is going according to plan. "The girl in the black dress who was standing in front of us listened to the conversation around her. She instantly smiled and clapped her hands. Her voice sounded quite pleasant. However, I was still thinking about the green-faced fangs, so I reckoned that as long as she didn't try to steal my attention, I would be able to tell that she had a beautiful voice." I'm not a duplicate, but I did come out of the duplicate project. If it wasn't for that project, it wouldn't have been easy for me to meet you guys. "
I was stunned. Just as I was about to ask, she smiled sweetly at me. "Dad, let's go home and eat! I will cook today! "
Everyone was in an uproar. Shallow Shallow was about to shout, Miss Lin had already picked up her frying pan, and Liliana took out a small notebook to write down her dark history. At this moment, the culprit who caused all this turned her gaze to Lin Xue. "Mom — —"
The way she called out, one was charming and sweet, one was cute and obedient, and one was careful. It sounded exactly like a little girl on the roadside acting coquettishly to her own mother. The only problem was that the one who called her mom looked like she was only three years younger than her mother …
Lin Xue held the frying pan, her face twisted. As a prideful girl who kept her chastity, and occasionally kissed her boyfriend, she had to avoid other people. To be called mom by a girl who looked like she was three years younger than her, it was easy to imagine the psychological impact. She already had good self-restraint by not taking out a Big Ivan in front of everyone. "You can't joke around like that. Who are you! Where did you come from? What secrets do you have? Why do you want to get close to Ah Jun? And why do I want to beat you up so much … "
The girl in the black dress shrunk her neck. "Mom, put the frying pan away. I really didn't cause any trouble this time. Your frying pan really scares me. It's because of this that I always thought I was a gift from you when you topped up your phone before I turned fifteen …"
Everyone: "…"
Sandora poked my arm. "Ah Jun, why do I feel like even if she isn't your daughter, just based on that mouth of hers, she is your closest relative within three generations?"
"…"
"Blockhead." Lin Xue's gloomy voice made me turn my head. This is bad. Black smoke was rising from the girl's body. She pointed at the girl who was smiling wickedly and claiming to be my daughter. Her voice was unsteady. "If she doesn't say anything, I'm going to … beat her up later!"
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