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

Those Iron Curtain fleet cruisers and battleships, their formations in disarray, were firing with all their might.

In the initial stage, the torpedo relies on inertia to glide at a speed of about 50,000 kilometers per second, which is within the effective interception range of the close-in weapon system.

The Iron Curtain Fleet's point defense system reacted immediately, unleashing a barrage of bullets and beams.

However, when the torpedo swarm advanced to a distance of 200,000 kilometers, its main thrusters at the tail suddenly started at full power!

boom!

An invisible explosion propagates in a vacuum.

The speed of all the "King Killer" torpedoes instantly soared, breaking through 180,000 kilometers per second!

This acceleration caused most of the prediction-based close-range defensive fire to miss its mark, with the barrage of bullets whizzing past them.

The close-in weapon system (CIWS) commander of the Iron Curtain fleet's close-in weapon system (CIWS) pupils contracted as he hurriedly adjusted the interception parameters.

But that's not all.

When the torpedo approaches within 100,000 kilometers, a distance that is almost "face-to-face" for interstellar weapons, the auxiliary pulse engines on both sides of its body ignite simultaneously!

Second acceleration!

The speedometer needle jumped wildly, breaking through to a terrifying speed of over 200,000 kilometers per second!

This far exceeds the tracking and aiming capabilities of conventional close-in weapon systems.

The barrage of bullets fired from the hastily turning guns chased the torpedoes in vain, only to be pulled further and further away, like clumsy hunting dogs chasing lightning.

More than a dozen "King Killer" torpedoes, like death messengers that have broken free from all restraints, trailed eerie blue tails and plunged into the seemingly indestructible steel array of the Iron Curtain Fleet with unstoppable force!

Their targets were the turrets still spewing fire, the ship modules operating shield generators, and the cornerstones of the Imperial defensive line.

Those pitch-black "Kingslayer" torpedoes, traveling at a terrifying speed of 200,000 kilometers per second, seemed to ignore the barriers of space and instantly approached the Iron Curtain Starship's shield, which was flashing with energy light.

At the very moment the torpedo tip made contact with the shield's energy field, the expected violent collision or explosion did not occur.

Conversely, the torpedo's special warhead is activated, releasing a highly tuned, strong electromagnetic pulse wave.

This pulse wave precisely cuts into the frequency band of the shield generator.

Om-!

A low-frequency, yet teeth-grinding, resonant vibration was transmitted through the ship's structure into the interior of each locked Iron Curtain starship.

The energy shield, which was originally uniform, dense, and flowing with a stable halo, suddenly rippled violently and irregularly, as if a red-hot iron block had been thrown into a calm water surface.

The shield's color changed rapidly from a stable pale blue or light gold to an unpredictable brightness, flashing with dangerous sparks.

In the localized areas where the resonance effect was strongest, the shield's energy structure was severely disrupted and weakened, and even temporary, visible energy voids appeared!

"Shield generator frequency is abnormal!"

Stability has dropped drastically!

The shield strength has decreased by more than 70% in some areas!

The shield commander's scream rang out simultaneously on the bridges of several Iron Curtain warships.

But it was too late to make any adjustments.

At the moment when the shield was at its weakest, the hard bodies of those "Kingslayer" torpedoes, like a hot knife cutting into semi-solidified grease, easily penetrated the energy barrier that should have been indestructible!

Instead of exploding externally, they used their remaining kinetic energy to slam into the starship's physical armor.

Immediately afterwards, the front of the warhead exploded.

The high temperature and pressure acted like a drill, pouring directly onto the contact surface between the warhead and the armor.

The originally thick armor was melted through.

The torpedo penetrated directly into the starship's interior.

A heavy cruiser, with its lower engine maintenance access.

Several engine room crew members were repairing a damaged pipeline when they suddenly heard a screeching and tearing sound of metal scraping overhead.

They looked up in horror to see the ceiling suddenly bulge and crack open, revealing a long, dark cylinder with flickering, unstable electrical sparks at its tail. It pushed aside the twisted metal and got stuck between the beams and pipes of the passageway, no more than ten meters away from them.

"What...what is this?"

A young soldier stared blankly at the unfamiliar projectile that was still trembling slightly.

"A new special missile has been delivered from the ammunition depot?"

How did it end up here?

As soon as he finished speaking, a red indicator light on the side of the projectile suddenly changed from a steady flashing to a solid light.

The delay fuse timer is reset to zero.

No earth-shattering noise came from the outside first.

First came an incredibly blinding white light that burst forth from inside the starship!

The light burst forth suddenly from the breach in the torpedo, from the gap in the nearby hatch, and from the ventilation duct, instantly engulfing everything in the vicinity.

Immediately following was an extremely dull, deafening explosion that seemed to come from the depths of a giant beast's entrails!

The heavy cruiser that was hit directly by the torpedo swelled up suddenly in the middle and rear of the ship like an inflating balloon.

Intense flames and molten metal droplets erupted from all the armor seams, before the armor was severed in two by a series of secondary explosions, which were then completely torn apart by the explosions of the internally stored ammunition and energy core.

Meanwhile, a destroyer that was also hit felt as if it had been squeezed from the inside by an invisible hand.

The ship's hull was severely twisted and deformed, and countless fragments and human remains were thrown out from the various breaches. It instantly lost all power and signal.

One battleship named HMS Anvil was more fortunate; its torpedoes penetrated a non-critical area.

However, the violent internal explosion still tore apart a large part of its side, and a raging fire broke out inside, taking multiple weapon systems offline and turning it into a burning, dilapidated fortress.

With just one salvo of "Kingslayer" torpedoes, the remaining cruisers and destroyers on the right flank of the Iron Curtain Fleet, who were still able to put up a fight, suffered a devastating internal blow.

More than a dozen starships were completely disintegrated or rendered combat in the violent internal explosions, and most of the remaining ones were also damaged, their formations were completely broken, and the command chain was thrown into chaos.

The once relatively orderly right-wing defense line has now been transformed into a dead zone filled with floating burning debris and leaking various gases and liquids.

The Iron Curtain Fleet's meticulously constructed "shield wall" was breached by this fatal blow from within, leaving a gaping, bloody, and irreparable gap.

When Isabella Marlowe saw the right-wing fleet logos dim and flash red lights representing heavy damage or destruction on the main screen, her knuckles, gripping the armrests so tightly they had completely lost their color.

Flagship of the Pluto fleet.

"Kunlunshan-Kai" Tactical Center.

The huge curved main screen is divided into multiple windows, displaying the dynamics of various parts of the battlefield in real time.

Qin Beiwang stood quietly in front of the command platform, his posture still upright, his face showing no excitement or pride after defeating a powerful enemy, only a deep sea-like calmness.

It was as if the grand and brutal starship battle outside the window, which determined the fate of the Savannah system, was just a routine simulation on the tactical sand table in front of him.