Him and their stars.

Chapter 1744 Just the beginning

"Sir Misaro, Admiral Misaro, my elder brother... Could you please restrain yourself a little? I really hope that you can at least become a Knight Commander in the Knights Templar. But you can't let the Heraldry House catch you!"

"I am a noble only in my generation, so why should I be afraid of the Heraldry Academy?" Admiral Misaro raised the corner of his mouth in a gloomy tone: "Your Highness, in fact, in the tense situation of the battlefield, it is easiest to break the deadlock if the saints personally go out to summon the gods. However, few people do this. Do you know why?"

"Because... it's really not worth it. The essence of the universe and the resonance of life can give birth to extraordinary people, and only those who have both talent, perseverance and luck can become saints. They should have been the messengers of the spirit of the universe to lead mankind and civilization, but on the battlefield, a battleship orbital cannon shell that only costs 1000 gold dragons to manufacture may evaporate his life, and even part of the future of civilization." Duke Gary Bian said faintly:

"High-ranking psykers should cherish their lives. We don't just belong to ourselves."

Admiral Misaro raised the corner of his mouth, his smile tinged with sarcasm: "This theory is too metaphysical, I really don't understand it. But, Your Highness, he must not think this way, so he can dance with death freely. Hahaha, this is the true nature of psychics. Your Highness, at our level, wasn't that leveling up to break through the shackles of fate? Wouldn't he have risked his life at that time?"

It is true that they are all "life-threatening", but the degree is different, so it is not the same thing! Duke Garibeian wanted to say this, but was speechless. Of course, she would never agree with Misaro's resolute and even fierce idea, but she could clearly see that her heartbeat was accelerating.

...Calm down! Gary Bian, you are the leader of the group for Giafil or Shameen, you really shouldn't be that kind of person!
But no matter how she tried to calm her accelerated heartbeat, the Duke knew that his dragon boat had to speed up now.

"Captain! Maximum charge speed. I don't want to know how you do it. I just need to be within the combat radius of the Titanium Dragon within ten minutes." She shouted loudly to the captain, like a vicious Party A.

As for Admiral Misaro, he was already wearing a gorgeous emblem machine with a general star and family crest, and strode towards the back of the bridge. Behind him, two Star Knights also wearing emblem machines followed closely behind him.

"Aren't you planning to outnumber the enemy? Why are you so proud?" The Duke wanted to complain, but her pace was not much slower than the general's.

A huge golden warship, as big as an aircraft carrier, kept moving forward in the dense fleet formation, as coquettish as a light torpedo ship. At this time, the escorting light cruisers and destroyers were already a little unable to keep up, and the hundreds of purple lightning dragons and titanium blades following them also put themselves into charge mode.

The Imperial pilots could clearly feel that the bodies of their warships had turned into rugged mountains made of steel, and that they had fallen into the curved canyons between these steep mountains. They could crash into these terrible barriers at any time and be destroyed and killed.

Fortunately, the technology of this era has not really been abstracted to this extent. Although the AI ​​of fighter jets is not highly intelligent, it can at least assist the pilot in making precise evasive maneuvers in advance.

They finally passed the solid maze formed by their own warships, and those flickering light beams and explosions were getting closer and closer to them.

Immediately afterwards, the Imperial pilots heard the most intense alarm sounds.

"Spatial sensor unit triggered! All units, deploy shields immediately! Deploy chaos immediately!"

"Enemy planes are approaching, at eight o'clock! Angle of depression 12!"

"It's the Earthlings' new fighter plane! Red Ghost! There are 24 of them, no, at least 30!"

"Is that an improved version of the Ghost?"

"Idiot, this is the letter I want from an idiot like you! This is an improved version of the White Devil!"

"Follow the dragon boat! Follow the dragon boat!"

"Team 1 and Team 2, keep escorting! The rest of you all disperse! Formation 22, Tactic D!" Vice Admiral Barholon, who was personally piloting the fighter, shouted as he controlled the warship to follow the dragon ship. He had already seen that the warship, which was covered with mystical units, was faintly glowing with spiritual light. As a second-ring mass psychic, he was not sure whether it was the energy shield that was glowing or some spiritual effect that was manifesting.

However, what is certain is that his task is to ensure that everything can be completed on schedule.

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, he suddenly felt his heart tremble. He quickly moved the control panel, and then he felt his fighter plane vibrate noticeably.

He was shot.

The onboard AI also randomly reminded itself that the shield had been reduced to 45 percent and the left side of the armor had been burned and damaged, but the body was generally intact.

"If I weren't a psychic, I would have been shot down." The lieutenant general was very grateful.

"...No, if I hadn't replaced the new Titanium Blade fighter, even if I avoided the fatal attack, I would inevitably be seriously injured, which is equivalent to losing my combat effectiveness. And now in this chaotic battle, it would be difficult to even find a friendly warship to land!"

Feeling the blessing of the spirit of the universe, the vice admiral of the aircraft carrier fleet suddenly became more motivated. He shouted and twisted the muzzle of the fighter plane, aiming at the oncoming aircraft. "Don't underestimate the ace pilots of the Empire!" he roared. Then, his psychic intuition caught on and he was locked by four Red Ghost fighters at the same time.

Three minutes later, King Shazamon on the Regent Queen Titan received the news of Vice Admiral Balhoren's death.

The death of an ace pilot or a psychic is not a problem at all. It is still a cruel statement. In a battlefield of this intensity, they are pure cannon fodder. However, if it is a lieutenant general, it will move even the bloodless and tearless dragon kings.

"This may be considered bravery, but it is foolish." The Sand King commented coldly: "Where is the Pilgrimage?"

"The cover provided by the Black Blade Squadron was very successful. The Regiment will reach the defense range of the Advance in five minutes, but..."

"only?"

"General Yu, who is riding on the Iron Dragon... uh, on the torpedo ship, may board the Yongjin within three minutes." said the adjutant.

"You also reported earlier that a total of eight General Yu were found?"

"It is very likely to be an illusion, but each of them individually is extremely dangerous. It has been confirmed that at least three cruisers were destroyed by them! Either they are all powerful psychics, but it is also very likely that they are incarnations." The prince's adjutant is also a psychic, and a master of mystical theory.

After all, those above the Saint level might already be demigods, so it is not beyond common sense for them to be able to cause such destruction.

"General Yu's star ring, I remember..."

"It's balance. But I've never heard of balance being able to unlock this kind of technique."

"I've never heard of a demigod who can achieve balance before! Since it's a balanced development, it's reasonable for any effect to emerge." King Sand said.

The adjutant quickly added, "However, according to the battle report just now, our generals have eliminated four of General Yu's suspected clones, but the rest are still advancing. In the worst case scenario, the enemy will indeed reach the Tirrero Brave Advance within three minutes."

He did not say anything like "it will definitely be shot down". King Shazamon was a pragmatic academic who never bothered to pay attention to such nice words.

Sure enough, the elector praised him gracefully: "His judgment, orders and courage are all correct. At this moment, the Earthlings have indeed reached their limit in using their military strength. Any new chips may serve as the last straw, including his own life. Why wasn't such a wise and brave hero born in the Empire? If he surrenders, I am willing to hold his horse and stirrups for him, and even send all my nieces to be his maids."

The adjutant managed to keep a calm expression with great difficulty. He really couldn't respond to this. When a boss without a sense of humor suddenly said something like this, it was hard to tell whether he was joking or serious. If he really responded to the joke, he might offend the person to death.

Fortunately, the prince only expressed his feelings a few words.

"Then, Your Highness, we should..."

"Ignore it." The Sand King's voice was also ruthless: "The right thing for him to do is to kill and injure us as much as possible, and the right thing for us to do is not to deviate from our pace."

The Sand King's judgment was of course correct. With the battle at this point, it was meaningless to rush over to add fuel to the fire, and they were even less likely to abandon the existing combat personnel.

At this time, the right wing fleet of the Imperial Army had naturally swept the gravity disruptors and a large number of dense artillery arrays in the outer ring, and was preparing to flank the enemy from the side. However, when crossing the asteroid belt to attack the fourth sub-fortress, the Imperial Army fell into a brief stagnation.

Faced with the bombardment, the small number of fleets stationed in the fortress seemed to have no intention of breaking out. The gunboats in these galaxies used the fortress and the surrounding artillery arrays as cover, gritting their teeth and cooperating with the fortress to fight back. Energy shells and missiles intertwined into an unlimited network of light and fire in the darkness, dancing on the mirror armor of the fortress with brilliant and unpredictable, yet heart-pounding colors.

As for the artillery positions arranged on the surrounding dwarf planets, they raised their heads and fired fiercely at these evil guests. Once the empire began to counterattack, they would quickly flee to the dwarf planets and hide in the rock.

This is a kind of mole tactic. It can't cause much damage to the Imperial Army, but at least it can have a disgusting effect.

However, these actions are certainly far from enough to stop the Imperial Army's landing.

However, this is just the beginning.