From cannon fodder to sweeping across thousands of stars.

Chapter 775: The End of Hegemony
More than ten seconds ago, the space where the Atlas Group's combat fleet was located.

At the front of the fleet, several Starlight-class battlecruisers, also known as "Spectrum Destroyers", were quietly suspended in the darkness of space.

Designed under the leadership of Saleh, the ship is narrow and slender, like a sharp blade cutting through the night sky, reflecting the cold light from the stars. According to her, this has a more or less "pioneer" design language.

Inside the bridge of a Starlight-class battlecruiser, the tactical star map on the holographic projection platform clearly displayed the situation on the entire battlefield. The fierce battle between the Federal Garrison Fleet and the First Fleet of the Renaissance Alliance had caused hundreds of warships on both sides to intertwine like a dance of death.

"Main guns locked onto target: the flagship of the Federation Navy's garrison fleet, the Loyalist."

The operations staff spoke calmly while passing on relevant information to each position that required cooperation.

"Lock confirmed."

The gunnery chief who received the message responded, "The target is rushing towards the Renaissance Alliance flagship 'Alliance' at maximum acceleration. The estimated collision time is thirty seconds! Quantum fusion reactor to full power, Spectrum Destroyer high-energy laser cannon preheating completed, waiting for irradiation instructions."

With Amber's authorization, Guterres, commander of the Atlas Group's combat fleet, nodded slightly and glanced at the 'Loyalist' on the tactical screen that was accelerating.

This battleship, which was once the ship that his colleagues used to sail on, was now covered with scars. Like a dying beast, it was stubbornly rushing towards the destination it had chosen.

"Start irradiation." Guterres ordered calmly.

The attack order from the flagship was transmitted via tactical laser communications to the Starlight-class battlecruisers at the front of the fleet that were responsible for carrying out the attack. Six ships activated their main guns at the same time.

At the attack position 100,000 kilometers away, a deep purple high-energy laser beam penetrated the silent space, like the scythe of the god of death across the night sky, accurately hitting the key node of the "Loyalist".

At this moment, the flagship, which symbolized the last glory of the Federation Navy and the Federation's final counterattack, disintegrated in the cold universe.

A huge explosion silently occurred in the vacuum, and fragments of the ship flew everywhere, turning into a gorgeous but silent show.

"Irradiation is over, target disintegration confirmed!" the chief gunner confirmed, without any emotion in his voice. He did not feel the same way as Guterres. For him, this was just another irradiation process like target shooting.

Accept orders, complete them 100%, avoid mistakes, and maintain this month's KPI to qualify for excellence.
As for allowing the Federal Navy to achieve its final glory?

In the opinion of the chief artilleryman, this is totally incomparable with the increased allowances and annual performance bonuses he received after receiving the annual performance appraisal.

Or maybe this is also the idea of ​​most members of the Atlas Group's combat forces. We are all part of this giant enterprise, a small cog in the huge machine. Doing our job well and getting the corresponding reward is enough.
On the bridge of the Infinity-class super flagship Dawn, Amber watched the entire long-range attack through the panoramic portholes and the enlarged image on the main screen.

Next to him was Norton II, who watched the attack across a distance of 100,000 kilometers with a shocked expression on his face.

The former regent of the Star Dragon Empire, now the 'Senior Advisor for Imperial Affairs', had obviously never seen this type of attack. After noticing his surprised expression, Amber smiled and said:

"Mr. Consultant, don't be so surprised. This is just an ordinary long-range attack. Previously, we launched attacks at a distance of one light second."

After hearing Amber's words, Norton II was silent for a moment, and then he said slowly, "Now I completely understand why Agnes wants to marry you. It's not an investment or gambling at all. It's pure profit."

"You're too kind, Mr. Consultant~" Amber shamelessly accepted the latter's recognition of Atlas' strength.

"Boss"

Norton II is now very accustomed to calling Amber this, and he has also adapted very well to his new identity.

"I'm curious, why don't you let the two flagships collide? From your strategic perspective, wouldn't it be more beneficial for the Atlas Group if both the Renaissance Alliance and the Federation suffered losses?"

Amber heard Norton II's doubts and sighed softly, her eyes still fixed on the unfolding melee on the tactical star map.

"Under normal circumstances, Mr. Advisor, I would indeed be happy to see them perish together." Amber turned around and faced the 'Imperial guy' who volunteered to follow him. "But the problem is that the fleet of the Renaissance Alliance is not as powerful as they claim."

He reached out and tapped on the tactical screen, zooming in on several areas of engagement. "Look here. Their fleet formation is in disarray, the chain of command is broken, and everyone is fighting on their own. If the flagship is destroyed in this situation, the entire battle situation may collapse."

After all, Norton II didn't know enough about the Renaissance Alliance, so he didn't consider this aspect. He was thoughtful as he listened to Amber's words.

Amber continued, "By then, the Atlas Group will have to change from 'assisting operations' to 'stabilizing the situation', and the latter will obviously carry higher risks and losses, which is not in the interests of the group and me."

Norton II nodded thoughtfully, with a hint of admiration in his eyes: "Mr. Amber is indeed a businessman with shrewd calculations. He is always impressive."

Amber looked speechlessly at the 'former regent' who insisted on going with her.

Thanks to Norton II, he saw for the first time how the middle-aged and elderly people in the empire were "persistent". Faced with Norton II's determination to become "the first imperial to set foot on the land of the federal capital", Amber finally gave up the plan to let him stay in the A.Bava.Ku Asteroid Fortress with the Crown Fortress, and instead took him with him in today's battle.

"Guterres, continue to perform the fire support mission, maintain the current firing rhythm, and prioritize the federal capital ships around the First Fleet ships."

"Yes, Boss."

As the Atlas Group fleet began to join the battle, the war situation in orbit gradually stabilized.

Twenty "Spectrum Destroyers" had been collected during this period, and they became the main force in the early stage of this battle. Under Guterres' allocation, they were divided into groups of two, constantly adjusting their positions in deep space, and accurately sniping the main battleships of the Federal Garrison Fleet.

Every time a laser beam streaks across space, it means the fall of a Federation battleship.

This long-range fire support did greatly relieve the pressure on the First Fleet, but it did not mean that the crisis was over.

The two garrison fleets still entangled the First Fleet of the Renaissance Alliance, launching wave after wave of attacks with an almost crazy determination.

On the bridge of the Alliance, the expression of the commander of the First Fleet had changed from initial panic to anger.

He looked at the distant Atlas warships on the tactical screen and ordered with gritted teeth: "Connect to the Atlas fleet! Now!" The communication channel was quickly established, and the liaison officer of the Atlas fleet appeared on the screen with a calm expression, as if this battle had nothing to do with him.

Seeing his expression, the commander of the Renaissance Alliance became even more furious. He did not expect that Atlas would not send someone of high rank to connect with him, but just a liaison officer.

"The First Fleet of the Renaissance Alliance requests urgent support!" the commander almost roared, "We need more firepower support! We need you to get closer to the battlefield!"

The liaison officer's expression remained unchanged. "The Atlas fleet is approaching from a distance of 100,000 kilometers, but at this distance, only the 20 battlecruisers can provide fire support. Please remain calm, and we will provide assistance as much as possible."

"Keep calm?" The commander's face was twisted with anger. "Are you kidding me? We are being surrounded and annihilated! Without more support, the First Fleet may be completely disbanded! Why are you at such a long distance? Are you passively avoiding the battle?"

The liaison officer on the screen had a cold look in his eyes, and a disdainful sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Excuse me, the commander of the Renaissance Alliance, the position of the Atlas battle fleet was arranged by you at the pre-war meeting. If I remember correctly, you were afraid that we would 'steal the credit' in the decisive battle, so you deployed us far away, and called it long-range fire support and something else, right~ 'back-up'! Now you are turning the tables on us?"

The liaison officer paused, and said with a sincere suggestion: "Why not ask other fleets of the Resurrection Alliance that are closer to you to support you? After all, compared to us, your partners, they are your true allies, aren't they?"

The communication channel was suddenly interrupted, leaving the First Fleet Commander's face twisted with anger frozen in the air.

On the bridge of the Dawn, Norton II watched all this silently, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"The Federation is indeed similar to what I imagined." He said softly, his eyes sweeping across the chaotic warship tracks on the tactical screen, "Even the Renaissance Alliance under the banner of 'revolution' is the same."

Amber shook her head slightly, a complicated look flashing in her eyes.

"All crows are black, Mr. Advisor." His voice was calm and slightly tired. "Without correct theoretical guidance and a leader who sticks to his original aspirations and has an iron fist, such an organization will easily degenerate during the revolution."

Norton II raised an eyebrow: "It sounds like you have had similar experiences?"

Amber did not answer, but turned to the tactical screen and continued to observe the development of the battle.

As the Atlas Group's fleet continued to exert pressure, the Federal Garrison Fleet's offensive began to weaken, and the advantage in fleet numbers gradually became apparent.

"Mark the remaining federal capital ships." Guterres continued to instruct, "Prioritize attacking those large ships that still maintain combat effectiveness, especially those that try to approach the flagship of the Resurrection Alliance."

On the tactical screen, the number of the Federation garrison fleet was decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye, but each of their attacks was carried out with an almost suicidal madness.

This is a counterattack by desperate people who no longer care about their own survival and only want to take away as many enemies as possible in the last moments of their lives.

"The Federation Garrison Fleet has lost more than 70% of its ships!" the Tactical Information Coordinator reported, "but the First Fleet has also lost nearly 40% of its ships, including 3 battleships and 7 heavy cruisers."

"Are there any movements of other Renaissance Alliance fleets?" Amber asked.

"The Second and Seventh Fleets are providing support, and the Fifth and Sixth Fleets are also firing. However, they are approaching us very slowly, as if they are..." The intelligence officer paused, as if looking for the right words, "...waiting for the battle situation to become clear."

Amber sneered: "Wait and pick up the ready-made one."

Even Norton II was a little amused when he saw this scene: "It's really ironic that these last guards of the Federation, who were not given hope by everyone, showed more courage than those who shouted revolutionary slogans."

Amber nodded without refutation. He looked at the federal warships that were still fighting tenaciously, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. Even if they are enemies, this spirit of not giving up in the face of desperate situations is worthy of respect.

Norton II obviously wanted to think more, with a curious gleam in his eyes: "I'm curious, Boss, what will the Revival Alliance become after the Federation ends? Their current behavior is almost identical to the old Federation they denounced."

Amber was silent for a moment, then raised her head and looked through the panoramic porthole, as if she could see the blue and white planet in the distance.

"The revolution will never end, Mr. Counselor."

His voice was low and firm. "When a revolution deviates from its original intention, a new revolution will follow. History never stops, it just keeps moving forward in different forms."

Norton II smiled: "This sounds like some kind of prophecy Boss, are you hinting at what the Atlas Group is planning?"

Amber did not answer directly, and Norton II did not ask any more questions when he saw this. After all, if he just stayed with Amber, everything would gradually become clear.

On the battlefield, with the continuous fire support from the Atlas Group and other fleets of the Renaissance Alliance, the resistance of the Federal Garrison Fleet was gradually weakening. The First Fleet of the Renaissance Alliance finally had a chance to catch its breath and began to reorganize its formation.

"The enemy's will to fight is beginning to waver, Boss," Guterres reported. "After all, they are not made of iron. Warships of the garrison fleet have gradually surrendered. I estimate that the battle in orbit will end soon."

Amber nodded: "Continue to suppress the fire. After ensuring the safety of the battlefield, we will see the situation first. There is no need to rush to land."

"Roger that, Boss!"

Soon, with the surrender or sinking of the last few Federation warships, the decisive battle in space between the Renaissance Alliance and the Federation finally came to an end.

The remaining warships of the First Fleet of the Renaissance Alliance began to assemble, and other fleets also came to "support" one after another. The entire track was gradually controlled by the Renaissance Alliance fleet.

Norton II stood in front of the panoramic porthole of the bridge, staring at the blue-white planet in the distance. It looked so peaceful, as if nothing that had just happened had happened.

"Twelve ice crystals and a fleet battle ended the rule of a hegemony, and a new flag was about to be raised." Norton II sighed softly, "But the empire tried its best but couldn't conquer half of the country."

Amber walked up to him and together they looked at the planet that was about to welcome its new owner.

"It's still early, Mr. Advisor. It's still unknown what flag will be raised in the end."

(End of this chapter)