A Core Ship From The Start
Chapter 1416 - 958 On the Battlefield

Chapter 1416: Chapter 958 On the Battlefield

I’ve said before, the Dark Spirit Clan’s combat trait is hit-and-run guerilla warfare, which is mainly related to their way of fighting. The Dark Spirit Clan themselves wear what would appear in animation and video games, the so-called "bikini armor with higher defense than full body armor" types of things. Of course, in reality, this kind of bikini has absolutely no defensive power to speak of and can only be said to offer more agility.

Similarly, the warships of the Dark Spirit Clan also follow this characteristic. The warships of the Dark Spirit Clan are fast, agile, and then add the use of illusions to mislead the enemy.

In a word, they are glass cannons.

Therefore, it is clear that the last thing the Dark Spirit Clan wants to do, and what they’re the least capable of, is to confront the enemy face-to-face on the battlefield.

And this is exactly what Duanmu Huai is forcing them to do now.

When the Tribunal’s fleet appeared in the warp passage, and when Duanmu Huai led the Night Guards to the front of the Teleportation Portal, the Dark Spirit Clan already had no way out.

Because the Dark Spirit Clan only has this one city, once Komoro completely falls, the Dark Elves will be homeless—while the Aida Spirit Tribe at least still have the Arks, even if the Dark Spirit Clan managed to escape by luck, they would not be able to rebuild a second homeland.

So even though the Dark Spirit Clan is reluctant, they have no choice but to brace themselves and confront the Iron Hammer of the Tribunal.

This cannot really be blamed on the Dark Spirit Clan for underestimating their enemy. After all, the warp passage has always been the exclusive domain of the Spirit race. They pride themselves as inheritors of the Ancient Saints and arrogantly believe that besides them, no other Race or civilization in this world would have the technology to build warp passages. Therefore, they never imagined that someone would use the warp passages to launch an attack on them.

Until this moment.

Duanmu Huai has firmly caught the Achilles’ heel of the Dark Spirit Clan. There’s only one path in front of them.

That is to live and die with Komoro.

The fleet of the Tribunal was gradually approaching Komoro, and the defensive fleet of the Dark Spirit Clan was almost completely wiped out under the command of Aikute. Their warships’ speed and agility indeed far exceeded that of the Tribunal’s warships, but this does not mean that when hit by a Macro Cannon or a Light Spear they would not be damaged, especially under saturated attacks, the defensive fleet could not utilize the Dark Spirit Clan’s usual guerilla tactics—their mission was to defend Komoro, if they ran, wouldn’t the opponent just bombard Komoro to death?

But the warships of the Dark Spirit Clan did bring troubles to the Tribunal—their speed and agility allowed them to maneuver through the battlefield like venomous bees, setting their sights on the target, and then...

"Enemy is boarding."

Lumiaire stared at the display screen before her, speaking in a low, urgent voice.

"It’s finally our turn to take action! Greiya, we’re up!"

Hearing Lumiaire’s report, Anya clenched her small fists and also took out the Magic Book beside her. The reason why Duanmu Huai didn’t bring them to participate in the ground battle below was here, the Dark Spirit Clan is very good at boarding combat, their warships can avoid enemy fire, then dock onto the enemy’s warship, followed by the Dark Spirit Clan warriors boarding to unleash their Divine Power.

Anya, Greiya, Lorena, and Medea hastily left the bridge, while Mary, Ellie, Ogis, and Gavi remained here—all knew that Aikute, who is currently commanding the battle in front of the Star map, is the brain of this fleet, and coincidentally, this girl has no combat skills at all. Therefore, no matter what the Dark Spirit Clan intends to do, they will certainly not miss Aikute as a target...

Mary suddenly raised her head, looking towards the deck behind the bridge, then she raised the Bomb Gun in her hand, aiming there and pulling the trigger.

"Bang!!"

Accompanied by the sound of gunfire, a dark Shadow jumped out from the corner, holding two Short Swords, charging straight at Aikute who was commanding the battle in front of the Star map.

"You won’t succeed!"

Ellie raised her hand, the silver threads in her hand intertwined together, turning into a falcon that rushed towards the assassin. The latter jumped up, avoiding Ellie’s attack. Meanwhile, Ilya also spread her hands, and silver strands of hair turned into a flock of small birds at her fingertips, pouncing on the prey together with the falcon.

Just as everyone’s attention seemed to be drawn by this assassin, another assassin sprung from the opposite direction. Its figure was as indistinct as smoke, heading straight for Aikute. Then only to see Ogis’ fingers trembling slightly, and the smoke was instantly sliced apart by invisible threads. The assassin who missed the strike quickly jumped back, while at the same time Gavi, holding a Short Sword, appeared in front of it with a cold sneer; soon, they rapidly engaged in combat.

The Dark Spirit Clan, without cover, didn’t have many tricks. Soon, one of them was pierced by a Giant Sword summoned by Ilya, and the other was dissected into pieces by Gavi. Just when the battle seemed to be coming to an end, Mary suddenly stepped forward, the Magic Wand in her hand condensed into a Moonlight Greatsword chilled with frost sweeping across from the air, and the next moment, an indistinct figure gradually appeared in the empty air. It stared wide-eyed in surprise at Mary, then at its own body that had been cut in half at the waist, appearing to question whether all this was real. However, soon it materialized out of the air and fell headlong to the ground.

"These cunning creatures are really annoying, even more so than ASSASSIN!"

Ilya glared at the body of the Dark Spirit Clan on the ground, complaining discontentedly, then turned her head back to watch the city outside that was all aglitter and engulfed in flames. Although Ilya didn’t like the "cheap dad" Duanmu Huai at all, she had to admit that following Duanmu Huai always led her to many interesting things. Like now, she never imagined that she would witness the destruction of such a huge city in the Universe with her own eyes.

This is much more interesting than movies.

Unfortunately, the main forces fighting hard on the ground probably wouldn’t agree with Ilya’s view.

Dean gripped the Star Union Rifle in his hands, taking cover behind the ruins. He had been fighting for several hours, but it felt like several days had dragged on to Dean.

As a veteran of the Star Alliance Marine Corps, Dean was no greenhorn who had never been on the battlefield. On the contrary, he had fought many battles—the Cadea Raids, the Hawk West Defense Battle—countless times he had held his weapon and stepped onto the death-laden battlefield, shrouded in gunsmoke. He had faced off against Krogan troops, clashed with Jaycee, and had even charged into a desperate fray alongside Tuggy Squad.

Back then, Dean felt he had seen it all and there was nothing left to fear.

But... reality delivered him a heavy blow!

He had never been in a battle like this!

In any kind of battle, there is a focus, a target. But not this one. What they were tasked with was not to capture this place, to eliminate that place, to destroy another.

It was—to annihilate everything!

To obliterate everything in sight!

In the name of the Tribunal!

No need for cover, no need for search, no need to scour buildings, no concern for whether there are innocent civilians. Explode any building you see, kill any enemy in sight. Nothing is to be left behind, everything shall be utterly destroyed! No rules, no order, destruction is everything!

Dean knew how wars were fought before; as soldiers, there were many restraints. For instance, they needed to scout whether a building was a military or civilian facility, whether they were facing civilians or soldiers, and whether their actions would affect other places...

But none of that matters here!

What they need to do is to destroy! Destroy! Destroy!

Dean’s hand trembled as he cocked the rifle, but not out of fear. It was more like the excited reaction after getting high, intense to the extreme. The sounds of the Bomb Guns wielded by the Steel Warriors of the Tribunal, those piercing, heavy shots, sounded like a hymn of loyalty, a splendid disco to Dean’s ears, causing his adrenaline to secrete wildly. He felt as if his blood had quickened a great deal, his heart was pounding wildly, seeking to join this symphony.

However, in contrast, his mind was remarkably calm. Dean raised his rifle, aiming ahead. Soon, he saw those ugly aliens driving their bizarre, spike-covered vehicles flying towards the battlefield. Dean knew what this group of aliens was up to. He took aim at them and pulled the trigger—through the scope, he saw the alien’s body shake violently, as if trying to evade, but the quality acceleration field of Star Alliance Weapons far exceeded the Dark Spirit Clan’s expectations. Before it could fully dodge, its chest burst open, and then it fell from the vehicle.

Good!

Watching the alien fall dead before his eyes, Dean’s pupils dilated with excitement. He had never realized how bloodthirsty he could be. Although he had fought against alien races like the Krogans before, he had only seen it as a mission.

But now it was different; in Dean’s eyes, these damned alien races were nothing but disgusting debris that deserved destruction. They should be annihilated, they must be annihilated, and they will be annihilated. Because, in the face of humanity’s destiny, their existence is negligible!

The Steel Warriors had already crushed the resistance in this area, but it wasn’t over yet. Dean picked up his weapon and followed suit, their mission was to clear out the remaining enemies in this area—a task that was, purely from a military perspective, very easy. Few Dark Spirit Clansmen could survive a head-on encounter with the Night Guard, although not completely.

Just like this Dark Elf before him, it appeared female and was now pinned by a fallen Fragment which crushed much of its body. It was desperately trying to break free, but futilely. Seeing Dean’s approach, it opened its mouth and uttered a string of unintelligible bird language to Dean.

In the past, Dean might have considered or hesitated since it had already lost its ability to fight, just an injured one. According to Star Alliance’s regulations, abusing the injured and the surrendered soldiers was not acceptable. The standard procedure would have been to report this to the medical department in the rear and let them handle it, while he continued to fight.

But at this moment, upon seeing this Dark Elf, an unparalleled disgust and anger surged in his heart, making him completely forget all that he was supposed to remember. He raised his weapon and shoved the muzzle directly into the wide-open mouth of the Dark Elf, ruthlessly driving it in. Seeing the contorted body of the Dark Elf struggling in pain, Dean felt an unprecedented joy and fanaticism.

He stared at the Dark Elf before him and said in a low voice.

"Die, monster!"

Then, Dean pulled the trigger.

Watching the Dark Elf’s head explode before him, Dean felt an indescribable ecstasy, as if at this moment, he had finally found the meaning of his life. Not just to fight as a soldier, but for humanity, to exterminate all alien hybrids, to completely exterminate all races other than humans—just the thought of it filled him with immense shock and excitement.

"For the Tribunal! For mankind!"

Dean raised his blood-smeared rifle high, shouting loudly, then he revealed a hideous smile and continued marching forward.

Ahead, countless prey awaited his cleansing.