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

The order for the Obsidian Fleet to turn and break out had just been given, but how easy would it be for the behemoth, which was trapped in the encirclement, to turn around?

From the moment the Pluto fleet burst out of the nebula, fierce firepower clung to them like a leech.

The disadvantage of being exposed on the flanks was immediately turned into a devastating victory.

Shells, beams, and missiles rained down like a storm of steel and energy, relentlessly drenching the Obsidian fleet's still-unstable formation.

The Undying Dignity.

This T5 super battleship, a symbol of imperial might, has just survived the first round of concentrated fire.

The shield was severely overloaded, and the armor melted in multiple places.

However, still dragging its massive body, it attempted to turn and evacuate with the flagship "Unbreakable Barrier".

However, the Pluto fleet clearly had no intention of letting this biggest fish go.

After a brief but precise recharging and calibration, the four "Kaitian"-class heavy plasma main guns from the Kunlunshan and Kunlunshan-redesignated battleships locked onto it again.

"Target: Undying Dignity, weak point in overload shield, volley fire!"

The command was cold.

Four thick, suffocating torrents of dark blue plasma tore through space.

It slammed into the same area of ​​the Undying Dignity's shield, which had not yet fully recovered, at near the speed of light!

The first strike caused the remaining shield to flicker violently, emitting a piercing shriek as it struggled under the strain.

The second strike caused the shield to crack instantly, like glass struck by a heavy hammer, before shattering into countless scattered energy points.

The third and fourth strikes penetrated the thick armor, now unprotected, with almost no resistance!

The ultra-high temperature plasma, enough to vaporize steel, is like a red-hot knife cutting into butter.

Two shocking, horrific penetrating wounds, reaching right to the core, were torn open on the massive hull of the "Undying Dignity"!

The internal ammunition depot, energy pipelines, and fusion reactor bulkheads exploded one after another under indescribable high temperature and pressure.

From the outside, the giant ship suddenly froze, and then the middle and stern of the ship expanded and bulged outwards at the same time, with blinding white light shooting out from countless cracks!

next second...

boom!!!

A destructive light, brighter than any star, burst forth in the center of the battlefield.

Like a supernova being ignited, the "Undying Dignity" was completely torn apart in a series of explosions.

It transformed into a rapidly expanding death nebula composed of metal fragments, molten matter, and violent energy!

The shockwave, carrying deadly radiation and debris, slammed into the surrounding Imperial ships that hadn't had time to get away, causing even more chaos and damage.

The fall of their indomitable dignity struck the hearts of all the imperial soldiers like a heavy hammer blow.

And this was only the beginning of the disaster.

Just as the Obsidian fleet was plunged into deeper chaos and panic due to the explosion of its flagship.

Another group of more agile and deadly "scavengers" joined the slaughter.

"Attention all Swift squadrons, free hunting time."

Priority targets: enemy warships' turrets, missile arrays, sensors, and engine nozzles.

Clear the obstacles for the capital ships; don't let them comfortably turn and escape!

The Swifts squadron's flight commander's orders carried a chilling efficiency.

Swarms of Swift-V fighter jets resembled a pack of bloodthirsty sharks pouncing on a wounded whale.

It roared in from the direction of the aircraft carrier and charged into the gaps in the already riddled Obsidian fleet formation.

Two of them, the Swifts, were codenamed "Razor" and "Spark".

"Hey, Spark, see that 'Heavy Hammer' class cruiser on the right?"

There are also six secondary guns firing on the broadside, an eyesore!

Razor's voice rang out in the encrypted squad channel, tinged with a hint of mockery.

"I saw it a long time ago. The missile pods on the destroyer to your left are still spitting fire, aren't they?"

Want to compare?

Not to be outdone, Spark maneuvered his fighter jet into a beautiful barrel roll, dodging a hastily fired close-in weapon.

"As usual, one point for a turret or missile bay, and five points for an engine failure."

The loser has to treat everyone to a month's supply of "Stardust" rum!

"make a deal!"

The two fighter jets, like nimble swifts, weaved through the dense and chaotic network of air defense fire.

They are incredibly fast, and their trajectories are difficult to predict.

Often, just as the Imperial gunners lock onto their blurry afterimages, a string of precise high-speed armor-piercing rounds is already fired from beneath the fuselage, or a small but deadly fusion missile is dropped.

Razor's fighter plane swooped down, its cannons roaring, and struck the base of two rotating turrets on the top of a cruiser, sending sparks flying and the turrets tilting and falling silent.

"Score +2!"

Sparks flew past the belly of another destroyer as a missile precisely penetrated the engine nozzle at its stern, which was still spewing plasma.

After a slight thud, the destroyer's exhaust flames suddenly went out, its speed decreased sharply, and it began to drift helplessly away from the battlefield.

"Score +5!"

"Beautiful! But watch me!"

Razor had caught on the flank of an Imperial battleship that was desperately trying to turn, where a row of menacing missile silos were firing.

"Spark, draw its port side's close-in weapon system's attention!"

"receive!"

The two fighter jets worked in perfect coordination, performing a death dance amidst a hail of bullets, eliminating one by one the external weapons and power nodes of the Imperial warships.

Behind them, more and more Swifts are doing the same thing.

The Obsidian Fleet's warships are like ferocious beasts whose fangs and claws are being gradually pulled out.

Counter-firepower visibly weakened, and steering and acceleration became increasingly sluggish and clumsy due to engine damage.

The battlefield situation presented a one-sided massacre.

The Pluto main fleet maintained its distance, using fierce and coordinated artillery fire to continuously weaken the core strength of the Imperial fleet.

The Swift aircraft swarm, on the other hand, is like a deadly swarm of bees, constantly undermining the enemy's ability to resist from within.

One after another, Imperial warships exploded under concentrated fire, or lost power due to the destruction of critical systems by fighter jets, becoming floating targets.

The formation completely collapsed, and the order to retreat turned into a desperate frantic escape.

Lancaster, aboard the Unbreakable Barrier, watched as his own side's markers dimmed and disappeared on the tactical screen.

Hearing the various cries for help, defeats, and despair coming from the communication channel, his face turned ashen.

The bitter taste of defeat, mixed with fear of Qin Beiwang's tactics and regret for his misjudgment, almost overwhelmed him.

"Break through at all costs!"

"Let's take as many as we can!"

With a hoarse voice, he issued the final order, which was essentially an admission of defeat.

An hour later, the Obsidian Fleet finally escaped from the encirclement of the Pluto Fleet.

However, the original large fleet of five fleets and more than sixty starships has now been reduced to only thirty or so starships.

The Amethyst and Emerald fleets were completely annihilated.