Him and their stars.

Chapter 2092: Switching sides is unlikely, but possible.

However, despite the situation, the surprise of all the officers and soldiers on the bridge was only momentary. At most, they were doubtful for a moment, but they didn't even feel basic shock.

"That's a really long range!" Eleanor exclaimed sincerely.

“Therefore, the Yuanlong is different from the Xiaolong; it is not equipped with high-powered positron cannons and railguns, but with light lances,” Deng Zhengqing said. “We need to correct the database.”

"The intelligence department has done a good job; at least we can confirm that it's a Night Dragon-class," the senior student calculated.

"The Empire doesn't intend to use her to besiege the city, but rather to launch a preemptive strike in the fleet battle." Captain Nemo was quite reliable when he was in Bubarat, at least in line with the judgment expected of a seasoned veteran officer.

"But then it would just be a larger arsenal ship. I thought they'd had enough of this."

"It's a larger arsenal ship with enhanced defense and long-range navigation capabilities. After all, the two Yoru-class ships were started before the war, so we can't just cancel them."

"Yes, I've heard that the Imperial Japanese Army has cancelled many of its original shipbuilding plans. Their losses are in all aspects."

"Cherish this moment. We are probably facing the Titan with the fewest constructions in galactic history."

Amidst the discussions, the purple lightning finally began to flash on the seemingly unsuspecting flank of the Silent Ship.

That was an attack launched by the Imperial fleet, which was tens of millions of kilometers away from the fortress and positioned in a pincer formation.

They had already split their forces once; the battlecruisers and carrier groups had quietly broken away from the main fleet and made tactical maneuvers similar to the enemy's. The lead, top-heavy Night Dragon-class Titan, remained in place and, at the opportune moment, unleashed a roar from a distance.

The Titan's main cannon, wielding a light spear, emitted the most magnificent flashes in the universe.

However, the six purple lights that suddenly flashed out, though bright and beautiful, were not a fair and square kill, but rather like daggers coated with deadly poison.

In fact, in real warfare, this weapon has indeed achieved just that effect: high speed, deadly, yet often capable of causing structural damage to warships.

However, firing at this distance seems a bit too early.

As expected, the six deadly beams of light still grazed the hull of the Silent Ship and headed into the distance—saying "grazed" is actually in terms of cosmic standards, but in reality, the beam closest to the warship was at least hundreds of kilometers away, and did not even trigger a reaction from the shields.

"This is actually still a deterrent firing tactic. They just want to drive us away," Deng Zhengqing said.

His tone remained calm, but he gave a remarkably confident judgment.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he added, "This Imperial fleet has been holed up in the fortress for a month, which is enough to show their attitude. They never thought of sinking us in this galaxy on their own; they just wanted to keep us here until their own fleet arrived, which would be the time to launch a full-scale counterattack."

"So, this is just giving up?" Eleanor frowned slightly.

"Of course, they've been terrified by our loyal and brave Earth soldiers and our invincible commander," Captain Nemo said proudly. Then, he changed the subject, speaking in a mature yet earnest tone, "However, this is actually politics."

The captain had the air of someone who had been through it all, and although he had a strong sense of superiority, he did sound very convincing.

The young acting commander paused for a moment, then sighed with relief: "Yes, that's politics."

She doesn't like this thing, but that doesn't mean she can't understand it.

Deng Zhengqing continued, "However, this is actually a process of ballistic correction. If we continue to advance, the next round of shelling will definitely hit us. The Imperial Army wants us to retreat."

“It’s politics, isn’t it?” Captain Nemo stroked his stubble and even managed a hint of sympathy. “These imperial devils must have it tough.”

“I see. The salvo from the No. 3 turret group deployed in Sector D was also limiting our evasive space,” Eleanor pondered. “Actually, space warfare is similar to celestial warfare; both utilize spatial geometry. From this perspective, the Imperial Commander is quite imaginative. By the way, who is he again?”

“King Werrent,” Deng Zhengqing replied.

“Oh, the minister in the Privy Council who is in charge of military equipment and military research management! I’ve heard Commander Yu mention him. It seems that excellent scientists also have the potential to become excellent generals!” Eleanor Bonaparte, who was not yet thirty years old, commented on King Werrent, who was already thirty-five years old, as if she were a senior.

She glanced across the bridge and ordered again, "Keep moving! Don't stop! We're going to fight this Chenxiao Fortress head-on!"

She received unwavering responses from everyone; not a single person showed any hesitation.

The Silent Ship's resolute action seemed to momentarily shock both Chenxiao Fortress and the distant Imperial fleet. It took them more than half a minute to belatedly begin their next move.

2000 million kilometers away, the Titan Abyss Dragon finally completed its second salvo of the Light Spear main guns today, this time with ballistic calculations performed.

Moreover, it is not six, but twelve.

This Titan-ship seemed to have filled every single main gun slot with light spear cannons. Twelve precisely calculated deadly rays covered every vector direction the Silent Ship could possibly evade, forming a web of death.

They seemed genuinely prepared to wipe this ghostly warship, which dared to fight the fortress head-on, completely out of the universe in a single blow.

If they were facing a warship of this generation, they might actually be able to do that.

This time, the Enlightened Warship's autonomous sensors truly detected such a terrifying energy reaction, and a loud alarm immediately blared throughout the bridge.

"Warning! Warning! High-energy reaction approaching! Contact in ten seconds!"

"We'll be hit at least four times!"

"Shields activated! Prepare for impact!" the captain shouted.

In fact, before the battle began, all the crew members had already changed into shock-resistant spacesuits according to the combat manual. However, in past wars, no matter how careful they were or how thorough their defenses were, they could never avoid secondary casualties when the warship was hit.

There have even been extreme cases in the past where a flagship was hit but only suffered minor damage, while the fleet commander was thrown from his seat and broke his neck.

Everyone is mentally prepared for this.

However, just before the light spears collided with the warship's shields, all sorts of round creatures sprouted from the floor, ceiling, and walls like spores, hopping and skipping to their human comrades, opening their bodies to reveal their furry, soft barriers.

Since it's a nanomachine, it can certainly switch from something colder than a knife to something warmer than an embrace. That makes perfect sense.

Amidst the soldiers' emotions, the Silent Ship began its first direct hit since leaving the Abyss Nebula.

The stalemate between spear and shield lasted only a fleeting moment. Immediately afterward, the point of impact erupted with an extreme brilliance capable of eclipsing stars, which then transformed into concentric circles of violently expanding energy ripples, like boulders thrown into a lake, wildly impacting the surrounding cosmic space.

The area on the transparent shield that was hit instantly caved in, and the hexagonal structure flashed and rearranged wildly at an unprecedented frequency, attempting to forcibly deflect, disperse, and annihilate all the destructive energy.

It did most of the work.

In the end, however, light still pierced through the shields, creating a dazzling yet deadly halo around the ship's hull. The camouflage covering the warship's surface finally lost its function.

Thus, after nearly half a year of continuous operation, the League of Legends' new Titan skin finally fulfilled its historical mission.

"She's about to show herself!"

On Chenxiao Fortress, imperial soldiers let out sounds that were almost screams, as if they had seen some indescribable octopus-faced monster emerge from the sea.

But in reality, no one blamed him.

The hearts of everyone in the Imperial Army's high command, including the King of Wei, were in their throats.

After the blinding light dissipated.

The observers of the Imperial Fleet and Chenxiao Fortress were finally able to catch a glimpse of the ghost warship's true form after its disguise was removed.

It was a supreme masterpiece from a lost civilization in the distant past, a warship that should not exist in this era.

It was a silver spindle-shaped structure with sleek, elegant lines, or perhaps it could be seen as a majestic space whale. There were no rigid configurations or pipelines. No sharply angled armor plates, no prominent turret arrays, and certainly no bulky, cluttered island superstructure.

Its overall lines are perfectly natural, as if it were not forged in a shipyard, but carved by a god from a single piece of enormous white jade. The surface of the hull is as smooth as a mirror, with a warm and deep luster, even more translucent than the fluid metal layer of the fortress below. It reflects the hazy halo of distant nebulae and the lingering flames of the nearby explosion, yet strangely, it is not dazzling, but rather flows with a warm and profound luster.

Ancient geometric patterns faintly appeared on the silver hull. They were not manufactured pipes, but rather veins formed by the natural flow of energy, like the blood of a god.

King Velent was deeply moved.

Indeed, this is the trend of future warships! Our design concept for the Dawn Angel class is correct.

Yes, the design of the Dawn Angel also follows this seamless style, and its gold and silver paint scheme even appears more ornate than that of the Enlightened Ancient Ship. However, upon closer inspection, it seems somewhat redundant and ostentatious, ultimately unable to match the simple mystery and sublimity of the Enlightened Warship.

However, this timeless beauty is marred by several gruesome wounds.

The Yuanlong's desperate salvo was not entirely in vain.

Admiral Parosson determined that at least three or more light spears had successfully penetrated the ghost's shield.

He wasn't lying. The surveillance personnel on the fortress had indeed seen a penetrating wound on that terrifying ghost ship; the once smooth and translucent silver structure, like white jade, had been melted by the high temperature, revealing an ugly scar. At the edge of the ravine, molten material was still burning, as if it were bleeding.

However, just as the Imperial soldiers began to feel smug, a silver wave, flowing like mercury, suddenly surged from within those terrible wounds!

Like a living tide, they quickly covered every damaged area, and the ugly, melted parts were decomposed and removed at a visible speed.

The new warship materials seem to have "grown" out from inside the hull, precisely filling every missing inch.

King Werrent knew that nanomechanical repair ships could achieve the same effect, but even the Iron Army Alliance's nanomechanical repair ships, which were the best in this field, couldn't achieve such a smooth performance. They also required the cooperation of a large number of engineer robots and consumed a lot of consumables.

But now, the warship has begun to heal. The entire repair process was quiet and swift, possessing an almost mechanical perfection, yet inexplicably filled with a divine aura.

This ancient warship, under the watchful eyes of the imperial fleet's cannons and the fortress, began to heal itself while continuing its unwavering advance towards Chenxiao Fortress.

Her posture remained elegant.

Their charge remained resolute.

"That thing? Is it a god? What kind of thing are we fighting?"

"They're still moving forward!"

"No, they're still firing!"

Like a predator, the arc cannon struck the fluid metal layer once more, and a dazzling yet deadly energy thicket suddenly exploded across several kilometers of the fortress's fluid metal layer!
However, this time, perhaps due to the distance, some energy did indeed fall on the main structure of the fortress, damaging one turret, penetrating two sensor arrays, and two communication masts.

Well, for a place as large as Chenxiao Fortress, such damage is practically nothing.

However, inside the fortress command center, alarms and various communication reports continued to ring out incessantly!
King Werrent sighed and said in a voice almost only he could hear, "I was so stupid, so stupid. I only knew that the arc might destroy our main guns, so I moved them. But if we had stayed where we were, we could have fired a dozen or so shots at her during that ghost's charge. It was all my fault after all."

If the fortress cannons hadn't been moved, they might have been destroyed by the four-round arc gun barrage. Of course, we can't rule out that possibility, but war is ultimately about outcomes.

Although he was wallowing in self-pity, he didn't lose his temper. After muttering to himself for a while, he said to everyone, "Although she is healing herself, she is still injured. She is not invincible."

At this moment, Admiral Parosson also sent a report: "I will continue to attack. However, given the state the Ghost was in just now, it may take at least twenty direct hits to cause structural damage to her. But before that, she should have already entered the defended red zone."

At this point, the general on the Yuanlong said with a solemn expression, "Your Highness, please be careful! Although I don't know what he's going to do, it must be extremely dangerous."

The veteran's words made a lot of sense, as if they were spoken.

King Werrent responded with a blank expression, unsure how to respond. However, at that moment, the old Knight Commander, Earl Milokace, approached the Elector, his steps steady, his spirit restrained, and a powerful aura and fighting spirit gathering in his eyes.

This experienced veteran psionicist is adjusting his combat stance.

"We must prepare for a desperate battle. Your Highness, please order all the assault troops to don their armor. Also, we must prepare ourselves."

"...So, in the end, it still turned out this way?" King Wei sighed, looking rather demoralized.

"Well, I can only say that it's unlikely to progress to that point, but it is certainly possible. In any case, we must be prepared."

(End of this chapter)