Him and their stars.

Chapter 1776 This Becomes a Tragic Thick Barrier

After "the dragon who must not be named" destroyed the bridge of Grand Commander Witte with a single blow using horrific means that seemed like a punishment from God, it probably thought that this was enough, and in full view of the frightened Imperial soldiers, it turned its head on its star dragon beast that was raised by the Empire, flapped its wings that showed no regard for its relatives, and left with satisfaction.

After he met up with his companion who was riding another Flame Winged Dragon, he went straight back to the Pilgrimage.

Afterwards, this special warship, which the empire had built at great expense, turned its bow in a carefree manner and sailed away.

The way they left was so cool, it seemed that they had not worried at all about being bombarded from behind by the Imperial Army, let alone being pursued.

This was indeed the case. The Silver Knight-class battlecruiser with a scratch on it, and the Grand Commander Witte, which had lost its head but was still able to cruise, fire, and even charge, were both like they were hit by a spell and just stayed where they were.

By the time the survivors on the dreadnought finally remembered to issue orders, the Retreat had already left the range of its main guns.

"Should we start the pursuit?" the chief engineer asked the remaining commanders on the ship tremblingly.

"Chase? What for? We finally managed to save a life, cherish it! You must learn to cherish it!" the second mate wailed loudly.

Since the headquarters and the captain's room were destroyed, the command of the Grand Commander naturally fell into the hands of the second officer. This was a young officer who had just turned thirty years old, a son of a noble family who came to gild himself.

To be honest, his technical and theoretical levels are still good; but he is indeed here to gild his skills.

To be honest, he reacted quickly and ordered the closure of the isolation chamber leading to the bridge, which finally controlled the damage to a very small range; but he was still here to gild himself.

The young second mate did not even ask for the opinion of the deputy commander of the rear, Major General Tuckers, and directly took his warship to make a 180-degree turn and started running on the spot. Such behavior is not sure whether it should be called cowardly or decisive.

Since even the Grand Master was like this, what could the remaining two Silver Knights do? If they didn't join in the fun, wouldn't that be too disrespectful to Grand Master Witte?

Of course, perhaps Kairun's actions were not perfect, which caused the force field in the gravity well to become disordered. This was actually a typical phenomenon of jump overload and hyperspace channel blockage.

If the Imperial Army had not been well-trained and had not quickly restarted the jump engine and adjusted the legendary parameters, there would have been a few unlucky ships that were caught in the space turbulence and torn into particles.

By the time the Grand Commander and his fellow sufferers had finally recovered a little bit of their spirits, the vanguard reconnaissance fleet consisting of eight cruisers also hurried back.

They were suddenly bombarded by the Athena fleet in the galaxy ahead. Judging from the momentum of the enemy, it didn't seem like they were trying to intercept them, but rather wanted to swallow them up in one gulp.

After weighing the power gap between the two sides, the commander of the outpost fleet made a very pragmatic decision and immediately turned around. In fact, even according to the Empire's combat regulations, the outpost reconnaissance fleet should have retreated at this time and wait for support from the main force.

On their return, they of course received notification that the flagship in the rear had been attacked, and their own radar even confirmed the location of the Relic, but they did not dare to act rashly.

It is said that when the dragon ship passed by them at less than half an astronomical unit, the officers and soldiers on the fleet had already begun to pray to the spirit of the universe.

Fortunately, the dragon boat was like a lion that had just eaten a whole antelope and was full. It had no interest in the passing rabbit and just disappeared into the other side of the starry sky.

The above is the entire process of how the Karaman fleet was frightened and retreated back to the X2 galaxy and dared not move.

Jaeger Sobek now knew why the main force of the enemy fleet ahead had remained silent.

If it was just a ship, it would be almost impossible to be discovered, not to mention a special warship like the Dragon Ship. Who knows if there is any stealth function that subverts people's basic cognition?

With this thought, Yu Lian's operation of riding a flame-winged dragon and invading the safe distance of the Grand Commander before suddenly appearing might also be some kind of advanced mystical method.

However, this stealth method is somewhat different from his previous style.

...Could it be the work of the dragon rider just now? But who was that person? The strongest enemy psychic at the front line was naturally Yu Lian himself, followed by the young lady of the Bai family codenamed "Tia".

Are there any experts?

Before Jaeger Sobek fell into deep thought, he couldn't help but slap himself again.

Is this a question that a mere Sobek can ponder? You are just a mediocre idiot, but do you really think you are an expert in mysticism? Yeager, Yeager, you should have some shame!

Having said that, Sobaek still felt that he should organize these doubts into a detailed report and hand it over to his comrades in the Knights Templar for careful study.

In short, what happened just now was a very personal and heroic battle, a battle that was very much in line with the aesthetics of the Tirello people. It was full of elements that were meant to be spread, such as mystery, legend, and drama.

Even if the top brass kept silent about it, the "surviving" imperial soldiers would certainly spread this glorious battle story, adding more color to the glory of the "dragon who cannot even be named".

Of course, it would be awkward if you were the backdrop to this saga.

"In other words, he only used one ship to repel our entire fleet?" Vice Admiral Midbeshi sighed, with fatigue and helplessness between his brows, and he was just short of saying that he was tired and wanted to destroy it.

Lieutenant General Laken was in a relatively normal state. He was not involved in the incident, and he was a lively person. He even asked with interest, "What was the method of that attack just now?"

"Long Night Meteor. The ultimate secret of the Star Knight's submachine gun skills, a special anti-ship type." Sobaek explained to everyone seriously.

"Anti-ship type..." Vice Admiral Laken repeated the word, but it didn't seem like a logical Imperial term. His expression began to falter.

"But, as far as I know, the mid-section composite armor of the Grand Commander Witte is very strong, and the sensors on the bridge are also equipped with fluid shields and anti-mystical coatings. Even so, it can't withstand the opponent's attack?"

"It's called anti-ship because it can't be stopped," said Sobaek.

"Oh? Well, this seems reasonable."

"Moreover, the anti-occult coating is actually used to resist the enemy's hyperspace boarding by means of force field jumps and the like. It is not very effective against direct energy impact and high temperature burning. No, it basically has no defensive effect. But the 'Long Night Meteor' simulates the effect of a burning comet."

"I see." It was not known whether he really understood, but Lieutenant General Laken nodded in admiration.

A fleet navigator also added: "I have also heard of this move. It is said that it can knock down a space station in one blow. What I said is that it is thrown into low-Earth orbit while standing on the surface of the planet. Those who can use this move in space are all top combat masters. And they must have a deep understanding of the Empire's mystical knowledge and psychic martial arts. They even have a very high understanding of the Empire's philosophy."

The chief navigator of the Laken Fleet was a major general and a fourth-ring psychic. As a supporting actor, no, a supplementary explanation, his words were still somewhat convincing. As a result, the senior generals present also showed expressions of amazement, as if they had just gained some new knowledge.

In fact, even the official members of the Knights Templar rarely knew that the techniques and martial arts they practiced could reach such a crazy level.

"Well, can we aim at the target?" Lieutenant General Laken asked suddenly.

"...If it is your Majesty, it should be possible to do it, right?" said Lieutenant General Midbehi.

The two generals immediately revealed longing expressions, as if they were bowing down to the emperor in vain. They could only be called loyal.

However, these two people here naturally have to be admired, but there seems to be a bit of yin and yang. At least Sobek does feel this way.

The following discussion suddenly became a little out of line.

"Speaking of which, that, no, that dragon who must not even be named, what move did he use, um, the Long Night Meteor, isn't it a secret martial art of the Knights? How did he learn it?"

"He knew it before. During the Judgment War, he fought against the Plunderer. After destroying the bridge of the Bearded Monster's Dreadnought, he captured it. That ship is still on Earth. I heard it was turned into a museum?"

"Should we be thankful that Grand Master Witte wasn't captured outright?"

"I'm asking how he learned it."

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"It's no news that His Majesty admires him, and there's also her."

"If you think about it, they are the same kind."

After all, the Community and the Empire had a honeymoon period, and the dragon whose name could not be mentioned was also a guest of honor of the Imperial family. But no matter what the past history had, the current reality was very simple. The enemy of the Empire used the Imperial martial arts secrets to kill the Imperial general.

Perhaps because of this shock, everyone's three views were a little frustrated, and they began to let themselves go. However, the senior officers present were all smart people after all.

They all knew that their topic was vaguely a little bit outrageous, and after exchanging awkward glances, they decided to forget about it.

As a result, the atmosphere in the conference room became less solemn and everyone began to think about what to do next.

First of all, leaving aside the class of the dead and just talking about the war damage, it is still completely acceptable.

Two Silver Knight-class battlecruisers and a Corona-class dreadnought were the only three victims in this fleet of 270 warships. The injury rate was just over %, which could not be called battle damage at first glance, but natural loss at best.

However, as I said before, low losses are good news, but if the losses only occur on capital ships or even flagships, that is a ghost story.

Of course, with the conversation just now, everyone can at least convince themselves that it is not that they are incompetent, but that the enemy is too strong. After all, they are the same kind as His Majesty the Emperor, so isn't it normal for them to be strong?
At this time, everyone also received news from the other two support fleets.

They are the Baiai fleet at the rear of the Earl's Star Gorge, and Vice Admiral Tosen's fleet operating in the Lucknar Corridor on the other side.

The former will arrive in four hours. By that time, the fleet size gathered in the small A4 galaxy will exceed ships. With this force alone, it can be considered as one of the top five combat forces in the universe.

As for Vice Admiral Tosen's fleet, the original goal was to speed up and get out of the corridor as quickly as possible to see if it was possible to take a detour to the other exit of the Far Shore Nebula and complete the interception of the Earth fleet.

As we all know, when besieging an enemy in desperate situation, the heaviest and most dangerous task is to be responsible for blocking the enemy from behind. However, considering that Vice Admiral Tosen is a Ratalin and one of the few non-human fleet commanders in the Galactic Empire Army, shouldn't this dangerous job, which can show off in front of the top leaders, be given to him?
This is the emperor's great grace to his non-human subjects.

Vice Admiral Karaman turned to the Nebula fork to pursue the Athena, while Vice Admiral Tosen quickly passed through the corridor to complete the last link of the encirclement. This was the result of the discussion between the two admirals of the Imperial Fleet in charge of the Lucanar Corridor.

If everything goes well, perhaps the main force of the Earth fleet can be destroyed in the narrow passage of the Far Shore Nebula.

However, after receiving the news that Lieutenant General Karaman was attacked and killed, it would be too brave and radical for Lieutenant General Tosen to continue according to the original plan.

But in fact, Lieutenant General Tuo Sen is a veteran who is over a hundred years old. He is the oldest general in the Empire's Far Shore Group and his seniority is even longer than that of old Marshal Ikenroga.

The average life expectancy of the Ratalin was 1.5 times that of humans. Even by the standards of their race, Tosen was a veteran. He made a prudent decision that was in line with his status and age, and also in line with reality. He ordered the fleet to stop at the entrance system of the Lucanar Corridor, but never moved forward.

For the soldiers of the Tuosen Fleet, the vast starry sky and the extensive waterways meant that the enemy could attack from anywhere. In comparison, the Lukenar Corridor only had to consider the front, which was much safer.

"If it were me, I would do the same," said Lieutenant General Midbehi.

If it were me, I would even turn around and retreat, Sobek thought.

"The key is to consider how to respond to accountability from the rear," said Lieutenant General Laken.

"A detailed report needs to be prepared. And the right person must be found to report. Yes, the right person..." Having said that, Lieutenant General Midbeshi looked at Sobek with anticipation in his eyes.

"Me?" Sobaek opened his eyes wide in confusion.

"We need to make Marshal Ikenroga and His Royal Highness King Sand fully understand the difficulties here. Especially Lieutenant General Tosen, he is the most isolated and powerless now." The Lieutenant General tried hard to make the other party understand the current situation.

"But... me?" Sobek wanted to slap himself again. He actually thought this guy was worth dealing with.

"In fact, you are one of them." said Lieutenant General Laken.

"Yes, all of us rely on your fairness and straightforwardness. Especially old man Dosen, he is a good man, but he is the farthest from being one of our own. Moreover, His Highness the King of Sand is that type." said Lieutenant General Midbeshi.

So, what type is Sand King?

Lieutenant General Laken's face was filled with grief: "Old soldiers never die, and they should not be let down."

Lieutenant General Midbech probably felt that his words were very insightful, and he immediately revealed an indescribable sadness, as sad as a philosopher:

"This is our empire, brother Yeager. I hope you understand what I mean. I also hope that there won't be any tragically thick barriers between us."