Him and their stars.

Chapter 2089 The Ghost's Hunt

Eleanor Bonaparte almost burst out laughing at such an urgent report: "Look at this aura of gods and Buddhas everywhere. If you didn't know better, you'd think it was a banquet hall, not a fortress."

"And if he's Thor, why a pestle instead of a hammer? That's blasphemy!" Captain Nemo added. As a Barat, he was, of course, a standard mythological fundamentalist, even if Thor wielding a hammer was from that Norse region.

Thus, a strange sense of joy emerged on this tense battlefield.

"Proceed with the original plan, begin the Z-shaped maneuver! Can you calculate the fire spread range?" Eleanor asked.

"The commander has provided the basic performance of all known enemy main guns. The spread of the gamma burst is more than thirty times that of the previous positron cannon. It will create a wide denial field, capable of effectively damaging even Titan shields." The captain replied while pulling up the latest calculation results on the terminal.

Then, the Chenxiao Fortress, which was a single, seamless structure resembling a giant silver egg, unfolded an even wider conical mirror-like surface in the direction in which the Silent Ship was approaching.

"At our current speed, we will directly enter the attack range of Thor's Pestle."

If positron cannons like the "Wind God's Arrow" are used to attack capital ships, then this larger-range gamma-ray burst cannon creates a deterrent effect against an entire incoming fleet.

Of course, this thing is actually more effective at burning glass than positron cannons, but it is extremely inefficient to install on warships, so it is almost always used as a fortress cannon.

"With the performance of the Silent One, can it block the direct radiation of this weapon?" Eleanor suddenly had a strange thought and asked a very frightening question.

"Can't we handle this?" Captain Nemo always seemed to be full of confidence.

Deng Zhengqing quickly replied, "We've calculated that it should be able to block five rounds directly. The nano-structured ship will disintegrate, but it will definitely reassemble. However, during this period, crew casualties will be uncontrollable."

"You see, I told you so. We can overcome this, can't we?" The captain couldn't help but laugh heartily. "However, we will definitely choose a smarter approach."

That being said, in the history of galactic warfare, has there ever been an example of a single ship charging a fortress with its main guns roaring? From any perspective, we don't seem to be doing anything too smart.

Eleanor thought this, but found her heart colder than a knife and harder than stone. She smiled triumphantly and ordered, "Prepare to evade! Speed ​​5!"

"Speed ​​5! Z-maneuver!" Captain Nemo repeated. He was now in the helmsman's position, while the burly first mate sat in the assistant helmsman's seat.

Both of them seemed very excited. Considering that the captain and first mate had already taken over the steering duties long ago, it was understandable that they were dissatisfied.

But weren't these two elite officers, in the prime of their lives, also top-notch ship handlers? Precisely because they were driven by unfulfilled desires, their operations would surely be calm and precise.

Just as the Silent Ship began its maneuver to avoid the enemy, the armored belt on the side of the Chenxiao Fortress facing the Earth fleet had already burst into an incomparably brilliant light, as if several suns were shining simultaneously.

Unbeknownst to them, eight gigantic devices had already risen from the sides of the smooth, fluid metal layer. Because the outer layer of the cylindrical devices was also wrapped in an elegant engraving of mysticism, when spiritual light flowed within it, it looked like a demon-suppressing tower rising from an ocean reflecting the starry sky.

The scene suddenly became so spectacular that it didn't resemble a logically sound science fiction story, but rather a fantastical and mystical one.

Immediately afterwards, intense light from the technology side emanated from the edge of the tower and converged towards the center of the mirror armor, like a raging flood automatically merging and coalescing into a huge energy vortex.

It was like the eyes of an ancient god who created the universe suddenly opening, powerful enough to devour all demons and monsters.

Immediately afterwards, the high-energy gamma reaction detected by the Silent Ship was precisely the energy vortex that was suspended 500 meters above the fluid metal armor of the fortress.

Less than half a minute later, the violent beam of light pierced the approaching, indistinct warship.

It was a more primal and violent release of energy, a thicker, incandescent white beam of light, like a pillar rising from the metallic sea, instantly tearing apart the crimson-tinged cosmic space.

The light was so intense that it was impossible to look directly at it. Even with layers of light filtering, the image on the command screen still turned into a blinding white.

Wherever the white light that tore through the red universe passed, it seemed as if the entire space was slightly distorted. Tiny dust and fragments that drifted along the way were instantly particled, leaving not a trace.

This is a pure and extreme energy projection, representing the most direct and explicit manifestation of cosmic military aesthetics.

Since it is absolute power, it must completely and utterly evaporate all obstacles and enemies of the empire.

However, even though its speed far surpasses that of a physical cannon, the distance of two astronomical units is still incredibly vast. The brief time between detecting the devastating light and reaching the target was enough for the Silent One to evade the deadly fan-shaped beam.

The energy torrent of the gamma burst almost brushed against the already maneuvered Silent, piercing towards the more distant stars.

At that moment, the majestic Silent Ship seemed somewhat fragile, like a leaf dancing in a storm.

However, despite its apparent fragility, it still stands firm.

She continued her journey toward the distant fortress. Even as she was tossed and turned by the storm, she kept moving forward.

Despite this, the terrifying energy reaction still interfered with communications and sensors in the Silent Ship's area. Inside the bridge of the Enlightened warship, piercing alarms and a crackling, intensely disrupted noise immediately echoed. The temperature readings on the ship's external armor began to soar the instant it brushed past the energy dissipating from the energy burst.

Eleanor glanced out the porthole, her expression slightly grave, but she quickly relaxed.

However, milliseconds before the temperature reached the cabin, an energy shield, seemingly composed of countless hexagonal honeycomb structures, automatically deployed at the stern of the warship.

This energy composition is unlike any common active deflection shield in the universe. It appears to be more intelligent, more efficient, and more environmentally friendly, lacking many flashy sound and light effects. In more detail, it seems more like an activated psionic shield condensed by a psionicist through willpower.

And that is indeed the case. This energy shield was, of course, a result of the "self-sacrifice" of the Bifang robots. They proactively faced the spreading light curtain, calculated the most suitable position on the fly, and autonomously deployed an active energy deflection shield.

As for the Silent Warship itself, it was completely unharmed.

The cabin air conditioning only automatically lowered the temperature by two degrees, which effectively offset the impact of the sudden high temperature.

"Bifang's losses: 127." The damage control department quickly submitted the latest report to the bridge.

However, I always felt that this situation should not be the responsibility of the damage control department, but rather the consumables department.

"Was that maneuver trajectory the result of calculations by the ship's navigation terminal?" Eleanor asked.

"Yes, my subordinate, the first mate, and the navigator all agreed," Captain Nemo replied with a hint of pride. "This is the Enlightener's legacy; we should trust her terminal as we would a comrade."

The captain immediately realized that this was inconsistent with his humble persona, and quickly added with high emotional intelligence, "This is what Commander Yu said."

Eleanor laughed dismissively, "If it weren't for Commander Yuri's insistence, I would never have agreed to this battle plan."

That was a real heart-stopper! If it were any other warship, that near miss would probably have already caused damage.

However, it is precisely because they are not other warships that they can so recklessly advance into the face of the Empire's fierce artillery fire!

During her student days, Eleanor Bonaparte dreamed of one day commanding a dreadnought. As for the Titans, she never even considered it.

But now, his first time commanding a giant ship is such a lucrative battle!

"Hopefully, things won't be so hard to go from extravagance to frugality in the future," Eleanor thought. This was Yuri's flagship; she was merely acting as his agent. Her senior was well aware of this.

In short, it was precisely because of the loss of these few robots that the Silent One was able to perform an extreme maneuver that seemed to be directly propelled by a gamma beam. However, for the main battleship, which was already fully in combat readiness production, this only required a few seconds of its production capacity.

A mere 127 round, chubby robots, which, even before being assembled, were only the size of a celestial sphere, could certainly be considered to have "died a worthy death."

But for many Earth crew members who regarded these round robots as pets or even comrades-in-arms, wasn't this a heroic sacrifice?
Aren't those lively, adorable, and truly capable robot comrades paving the way for their advancement?
"Bifang!"

"Avenge our round and chubby pup!"

"Kill! Kill! Smash that giant iron turtle shell!" Earth's comrades cried out in anguish, their anger coalescing into a boiling fighting spirit and will to fight!

Even now, the 40,000 people on the Silent Ship still regard the fortress, which houses at least 1 million people, as prey. This can only be described as fanaticism.

Eleanor Bonaparte ignored it, her eyes fixed on the battlefield map. When she saw the dotted line extending from the bow of her ship enveloping the fortress, her gaze sharpened.

Or rather, her gaze, which had been sharp just moments before, now held a hint of bloodlust.

Isn't this much more interesting than personally wearing a mech and going to kill people?
"Illumination range? Is it off-target?"

"It's definitely within the planned range! We can launch at any time!"

No matter how many extreme maneuvers it performed, the Silent One never lost its aim and fire at its intended target. This massive warship displayed a level of agility comparable to a fighter jet.

Although Eleanor felt that her common sense had been turned upside down, she calmly gave the order: "Very good, then it can be carried out."

"We've reached this distance; we can fire freely now," the captain added.

Eleanor did not object. Compared to herself, Captain Nemo was more familiar with the Silent's performance, and she was naturally willing to respect his opinion.

However, weapons with range and power comparable to fortress cannons actually exist in this world, but with a much shorter cooldown time. In this vast universe, is there anything more interesting than this?
Eleanor watched with anticipation as her comrades took action, seeing the artillery sergeant pull the trigger.

Whether it was her imagination or not, through the sensation under her feet, she felt as if she could feel the entire warship trembling, like a beast cautiously approaching its prey, finally bursting forth and revealing its sharp claws.