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

Then, the light engulfed everything.

The first beam hit the bow of the ship.

The Imperial Glory's thick frontal armor was as fragile as paper in the face of the power of the "Skybreaker" class main gun.

The moment they made contact, the armor vaporized, and the energy beam pierced through the ship's hull without any obstruction, protruding from the stern.

The second and third missiles hit the bridge area.

Observation window, alloy structure, control console, person.

Everything vanished instantly in the billions of degrees of heat.

The fourth to twelfth lanes are evenly distributed along the centerline of the ship.

The Imperial Glory's 4.3-kilometer-long hull was riddled with nine huge holes, each over 100 meters in diameter, like skewers of meat.

Channels 13 through 26 cover the power compartment and reactor area.

The entire process lasted 0.7 seconds.

Then, the reactor reaches criticality.

The core of the Imperial Glory.

The fusion reactor that powers the entire battleship.

Under the direct hit of thirteen consecutive main cannon shots, the constraint field completely collapsed.

There was no conventional explosion.

It is a process of converting matter into pure energy that is even more terrifying than an explosion.

The entire warship lit up from the inside, like a lantern that had been suddenly lit.

Light burst forth from every breach and crack, growing brighter and brighter until the entire ship transformed into a blue-white sphere of light with a diameter exceeding two kilometers.

The brightness of the orb momentarily surpassed that of the surrounding stars, briefly illuminating the entire smoky region as if it were daytime.

Then, it expands.

The ship could no longer contain the raging energy and began to disintegrate from the inside.

First, the outer armor plates peeled off and vaporized like a fragile eggshell, then the keel structure broke, and finally the reactor core was completely released.

The actual explosion occurred.

It wasn't a single explosion; it was a chain reaction, with thousands of energy release points erupting simultaneously.

In less than a second, the Imperial Glory transformed from a complete starship into a blazing nebula of metallic vapor and plasma, more than 100 kilometers in diameter.

The shockwave spread outwards at the speed of light.

The three closest Imperial destroyers were instantly blown away, their shields overloaded, and their hulls disintegrated as they tumbled.

The cruisers that were a little further away managed to stabilize themselves, but all their sensors were blinded and the surface armor of their hulls melted under the high temperature.

At the center of that still-expanding death nebula, nothing remained.

No wreckage, no fragments.

There was only nothingness, and dark red metallic vapor slowly cooling.

On the bridge of the Indomitable, Yang Shao stood there, motionless.

He witnessed the whole process firsthand.

Twenty-six beams of light from the main cannons suddenly shone from the smoke.

The beams of light converged precisely on the location of the Imperial Glory.

The massive battleship was riddled with holes in 0.7 seconds.

In the end, it was that blazing white sphere that devoured everything.

He didn't even realize that his fingers had dug into the alloy armrest of the conductor's chair, and he was completely unaware that his nails had broken and were bleeding.

"confirm……"

The communications officer's voice broke the deathly silence of the bridge, dry and rough like sandpaper.

"Confirmed flagship of the Wells Squadron: Imperial Glory..."

Destroyed.

The energy signature has completely disappeared; there are no signs of life, and no remains...

Confirmed to have been completely annihilated.

No one responded.

Everyone stared out the observation window at the slowly fading afterglow of the explosion.

The light was so intense that it left a visual residue on the retina for up to ten seconds, as if the death nebula was still there, still burning.

"them……"

The chief of staff finally spoke, his voice trembling.

"They really did it..."

In a state of complete blindness...

One shot...

They blew up Wells' flagship...

Yang Shao slowly sat back in the command chair.

His mind went blank, then he was overwhelmed by a torrent of complex emotions.

Shock, awe, lingering fear, and a hint of... absurdity.

Just an hour ago, he was still worried about Qin Beiwang's safety and was ordering him to retreat.

Now, that young man, with a salvo from 24 main guns, and a textbook-perfect decapitation strike, has shown everyone.

Who is the master of this battlefield?

"commander!"

The sensor supervisor suddenly shouted.

"Large-scale chaos detected in the Imperial fleet!"

After losing the flagship, the command chain of each fleet broke!

They began fighting individually, and their formation completely collapsed!

Yang Shao suddenly looked up.

On the tactical screen, the fifty-odd red dots that had been barely maintaining their formation were now in complete chaos.

Some turned and tried to escape, some spun around in place, and some even started colliding with each other.

Clearly, the captains of different fleets issued contradictory orders after losing unified command.

"Opportunity..." Yang Shao murmured, then his voice suddenly rose.

"All fleet, listen to my command!"

Abandon the original plan and launch a full-scale attack!

Target: All Imperial starships that have lost command! Encircle and destroy them one by one!

"clear!"

The engines of all 49 Federation capital ships simultaneously emitted their most intense light.

Like a pack of wolves that have caught the scent of blood, they abandoned their cautious encirclement and began to pounce at full speed on the chaotic imperial fleet.

Deep within the smoke, Qin Beiwang's fifth and sixth rounds of coordinate broadcasts had already begun calmly.

This time, the target is the flagship of the Poison Spider and Ranger fleet.

A wolf pack without its alpha is nothing more than lambs to the slaughter.

The hunt has entered its final and most brutal phase.

The communication channels of the remaining starships in the Imperial fleet were now completely flooded with panic.

"The flagship is gone!"

Commander Wells, he…

"Who is in command?"

Whose orders does the Poison Spider Fleet take?!

"Firefox Fleet requests instructions!"

Repeat, requesting instructions!

"The remaining ships of the Brown Bear Fleet, break out on their own!"

Repeat, each breaking through their own limitations!

There was no response, no coordination, only desperate cries and contradictory instructions.

An Imperial cruiser attempted to turn and escape, but collided head-on with another destroyer that was also turning.

The shields of both ships overloaded simultaneously, and the hulls became stuck together amidst a violent metallic twisting sound, before being hit by Federation missiles coming from behind.

Amidst the flames of the explosion, more chaos spread.

At the heart of it all, the cloud of metallic vapor that once belonged to the Imperial Glory was slowly spreading and cooling in the vacuum.

Like a huge, silent tombstone.

This is a tribute to the passing of a veteran.

And the end of a battle.

Two hours later, the cleanup of the battlefield at the seventh jump point was still underway.

Sensor data shows that more than three million tons of metal debris are currently floating in this airspace, which is less than one light-minute in diameter.

Those were the last remains of sixty-five Imperial starships.

Some of the debris was still burning, and plasma gushed from the broken pipes, drawing eerie blue arcs in the vacuum.

Some have cooled, becoming cold metal tombstones, gleaming palely in the starlight.