Starting with God's perspective, how to lose an interstellar war?

The adjutant's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"You mean... that battleship that unleashed such a terrifying attack was the flagship of the core fleet of the star system?"

Wells nodded, the fear in his eyes growing clearer.

"But it must be the elite of the core fleet. Only star-level fleets are qualified to be equipped with this level of weaponry."

Ordinary border detachments aren't even qualified to request a glimpse of the parameters.

"us……"

For the first time, there was a hint of wavering in Wells's voice.

"We are engaged in combat with a core fleet of a star system."

These words struck the hearts of every imperial officer like a heavy hammer.

The core fleet of the star system is the Federation's true strategic force.

They have a complete organizational structure, the most advanced equipment, and the most elite personnel.

Their mission is not border patrol or small-scale conflict, but a star-scale decisive battle.

Wells Squadron was just one of the twelve squadrons under the Third Mobile Fleet of the Empire.

Moreover, they were the ones with relatively outdated equipment.

Their most advanced battleship was only the T4-class Imperial Glory.

Using a squadron to attack the core fleet is like using militia to fight against special forces in a regular army.

court death.

"commander!"

The sensor operator's voice broke the silence.

"The enemy... that battleship, its main guns are charging again!"

On the tactical screen, the blue dot representing the Kunlunshan once again displayed a glaring energy reading on the bow.

Although it was weaker than before, it was still enough to terrify everyone.

"Target……"

The operator swallowed.

"We might be the target."

Panic spread like wildfire across the bridge of the Imperial Glory.

Despite being thousands of kilometers apart, no one dared to gamble.

"The entire fleet!"

Wells' voice suddenly rose, almost a roar.

"Full speed retreat! Abandon all unnecessary loads!"

Engine overloaded! Quick!

The command was transmitted rapidly via quantum communication.

The Imperial fleet, which had been trying to organize a defensive formation, was now completely out of control.

The flagship's command was "retreat".

But in the panic, it became "escaping for one's life".

The cruisers closest to the Kunlunshan were the first to react.

They cranked their nuclear fusion engines to maximum speed, trying to escape the Pluto fleet's fire range as quickly as possible.

But it was too late.

The second salvo from the Kunlun Mountain is here.

This time, it was still two beams of light.

Clearly, the ship's energy system was more powerful than imagined, with firing intervals so short as to be despairing.

Two beams of death streaked across the deep sky.

The first beam of light targeted two cruisers. They didn't even have time to reactivate their shields before being pierced through the vulnerable midsection of their hulls.

The flashes of light from the explosions resembled two blooming flowers of death amidst the ranks of the Imperial fleet.

The second beam of light flew towards two cruisers further away.

The two ships activated their full-power shields in time, barely managing to block the direct hit.

However, the impact of the shield overload still caused the ship to shake violently, and a large number of internal systems were paralyzed.

Of the four ships, two were destroyed and two were severely damaged.

The whole process took less than five seconds.

Meanwhile, the main guns of the Kunlunshan began their third recharge.

"monster……"

The adjutant murmured, his face ashen.

"That's a monster..."

Wells did not refute this.

He just stared intently at the blue flagship on the tactical screen.

Stare at the pair of particle acceleration rings on its bow that resemble the eyes of a demon.

Then, he made a decision he had never made in forty years.

"Abandon the rearguard fleet."

His voice was eerily calm, a complete calm that followed despair.

"Initiate emergency jump protocol, coordinates: Elvira System, Third Junction Point, now!"

Wells's voice echoed through the bridge of the Imperial Glory, carrying an almost hysterical resolve.

On the main tactical screen, the countdown to the Kunlunshan's third main gun recharge was relentlessly ticking.

12 second, 11 seconds, 10 seconds...

"Commander, an emergency jump is too risky!"

The adjutant's voice trembled with anxiety.

"Without a stable transition point to support us, and without a gravitational calibration beacon, the probability of us getting lost in the spacetime turbulence is over 20%!"

Moreover, the entire fleet will jump simultaneously, and once this occurs...

"Even if something goes wrong, it's better than staying here and getting blasted to smithereens by that monster!"

Wells whirled around, his bloodshot eyes fixed on his adjutant.

"Can't you see? That's the core fleet of the star system!"

They are waiting for the main force of the Iron Fist Squadron to complete the encirclement!

Once Yang Shao's fleet arrives, we won't even have a chance to leapfrog!

Inside the bridge, the officers were deathly pale.

They certainly understood that in conventional warfare, there was still room for maneuver.

But when faced with a monster that can penetrate a battleship with a single shot from two million kilometers away, any tactic becomes a joke.

"But……"

The adjutant wanted to argue further.

"No buts!"

Wells slammed his fist on the control panel.

"All personnel, listen to my command! Abandon all non-essential energy output and transfer 80% of your energy to the warp drive!"

Shields reduced to minimum maintenance level! Synchronized warp in ten minutes!

Commands are enforced through quantum communication.

All 12 operational starships in Wells's direct fleet simultaneously began adjusting their attitudes.

The shields on the ship's surface visibly dimmed.

Meanwhile, the warp drive ring at the stern of the Imperial Glory was illuminated by a blinding blue-white light.

That was an energy accumulation phenomenon before the leap, like a lighthouse in the darkness, announcing to the entire universe, "We must escape."

In deep space, twelve Imperial starships, like twenty-three startled fireflies, began to flash with signs of warp jump.

Space began to distort under the pull of the engines, and the starlight around the ship was stretched into eerie arcs.

"Leap countdown: 1 minute."

The hum of the engines came through the hull, deep and powerful.

Wells stared at the main gun charging progress of the Kunlun Mountain on the tactical screen.

It has already reached 45%.

In a few minutes, the third salvo will begin.

"Faster! Faster!"

"Countdown: 30 seconds."

The flagship's jump navigation system began frantically calculating coordinates, attempting to find a relatively safe path amidst the chaotic spatial parameters.

The screen scrolled with a dense barrage of warnings—unstable gravitational sources, anomalous spatial curvature, potential quantum turbulence…

These are all fatal risks of an emergency jump, but we can't worry about that now.

"Countdown: 15 seconds."

Right at this moment.

Less than 500,000 kilometers away from the fleet formation, two previously empty dark areas suddenly began to ripple like water.

Immediately afterwards, two completely black, flat-shaped starships appeared there without warning.

They resembled ghosts emerging from the deep sea, with optical distortions from when the stealth camouflage faded still remaining on their surfaces.

The Shadowless-class reconnaissance ships – the Shadow and the Dark Shadow.