Xyrin Empire
Chapter 580: Victory, and Dragging Back to Sell as Scrap Metal?

Chapter 580: Chapter 580: Victory, and Dragging Back to Sell as Scrap Metal?

A large number of assault ships were destroyed by the Floating Cannons of Pandora and Visca, and the surprise-attacking Single Soldier Fighter Jets hardly achieved anything before most of them were lost in fireworks. Those perpetually silent Imperial "Rebels" finally realized the thorniness of the Federation Army on this side, and as a show of sincerity, they gave us a big gift:

Over half of the Imperial Mother Ships shifted their attention away from the nearly annihiliated Queen’s Fleet, and then they gave us a simultaneous firing, a salvo from the Galaxy Main Guns.

How powerful can the simultaneous firing of more than a hundred Galaxy Main Guns be?

Any attempt to calculate this magnitude is purely a pain in the ass—just put a member of the Divine Race standing right there, and if they took this blast head on, they would be utterly obliterated. Of course, whether that detestable generation of officials would resurrect in the Divine Realm, let’s not discuss that. Anyway, those bastards would definitely not be able to save their current bodies. A single uncharged Galaxy Main Gun is sufficient to carve out a Grand Canyon the size of the Himalayas on Earth. When a hundred such guns fire at once, the effect is not simply additive; it’s an attack potent enough to turn the Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth planets into fragments and then conveniently annihilate Earth. The attack could even snuff out the Sun if aimed that way. Even the Joint Shield formed by the entire Federation Fleet might not be able to deflect such an attack. Yes, not withstand, but merely deflect this attack, which is already the theoretical limit of what a thousand Battlecruisers’ Joint Shields could achieve. But now, one foolish Heroic Spirit is actually trying to snuff out this Ghost Energy Torrent, already a thousand kilometers wide due to mutual reactions after fusion, with a mere stick for poking fire?

Medea and Medusa thought of fleeing first. They weren’t worried about dying; as long as Dingdang was still there, these World Guardians would never perish. But being dragged down by a madman was definitely not a pleasant experience. However, it seemed already too late, as before them loomed a rapidly enlarging sun. The wave formed by the Ghost Energy Torrent wouldn’t give anyone time to run.

This torrent had been slowed down once upon firing, lasting very briefly, no more than ten seconds. That was the limit of what Qianqian, already heavily depleted, could do (she had become much stronger than before, but there were hundreds of Imperial Mother Ships on the other side—a ridiculous number that even the Time Queen couldn’t deal with). These ten seconds gave the other Heroic Spirits time to take shelter back on the Mother Ships. Then the Ghost Energy Torrent continued to advance. Light of El set up a curvature trap in its path in an attempt to deflect the mighty energy torrent through spatial distortion, but we nearly didn’t see any effects it produced: The Ghost Energy Bombardment, having reached an extreme level of energy, simply ignored the spatial distortion. It steamrolled through space, tearing apart the abnormal curvature, and relentlessly pushed forward, growing in strength as the Ghost Energies reacted and spread. By the time it had covered half the distance in an instant, it had become a white storm a thousand kilometers wide. The target of this storm was the massive Light of El and several carriers defending it.

Pandora and Visca had begun to act at the onset of the attack. They retracted all Floating Cannons and transferred the saved bandwidth to the superweapons, releasing four Helium Flashes in just a few seconds. The angry roars of the lions, each 2.4 meters tall, hit four Galaxy Main Guns that were in the midst of energy gathering. The ensuing chain reactions turned four Eternal-class Mother Ships into space fireworks enveloped in thick smoke. But apart from the Divine Race, those perverted individuals, the power of the Xyrin Apostles single-handedly could not compare to a legion. The loss of four spacecraft was insignificant to a formation of a hundred or more Mother Ships.

"Damn it! Damn it! Get out of my way!" bellowed Gilgamesh as he drained the last bit of Physical Strength from his body and drew the last bit of Magic Power he could control from the World Tree system. An enormous amount of Magic Power, more than any Heroic Spirit had ever imagined, gathered on the Deviation Sword that had been blessed by the True God. The latter almost turned translucent, an illusion caused by an elevating dimension unable to release the ultra-high Energy Level. With a final roar, Gilgamesh completely released control of the Divine Sword, allowing the shocking energy to surge wildly through his body. A rapidly expanding Space Rift emerged from the tip of the Deviation Sword and charged forward.

OK, that’s it. Everything was carried out in a state of fervent passion.

I guess many people thought that the gloriously performing Sister Jier was going to make a miraculous comeback in a dire situation, using her solo power to turn the tide. Sure, long, long ago, in an era when humans hadn’t invented underwear, hence no superhumans, Gilgamesh indeed did many tide-turning things, but this time, she couldn’t make it.

Passion often allows protagonists to come back from the dead in Hong Kong comics, but even if you heat blood up to over 20,000 degrees, it’s not possible for a Deviation Sword thin as an arm to release a Space Rift wide enough to intercept a thousand-kilometer-wide energy torrent. It’s a geometric problem, right?

The spatial fissure released from in front of the Deviation Sword indeed expanded rapidly. When it came into contact with the Ghost Energy Torrent, it had stretched to nearly a hundred kilometers, undoubtedly Sister Jier’s best performance ever. But that thing, after all, wasn’t a shotgun meant for spreading; even if a Heroic Spirit blew himself up, he couldn’t match the power of a hundred Galaxy Main Guns, let alone now that Gilgamesh was on the verge of collapse. Compared to the overall thousand-kilometer Ghost Energy Torrent, that Space Rift was as weak as chopsticks trying to stop a battering ram.

It was over.

The Divine Sword in her hands turned into specks of light and dissipated into the air. Gilgamesh’s face, which had never known despair, now bore a shadow of gloom. As an undead heroic spirit, she shouldn’t have such an expression, but the feeling of powerlessness suddenly triggered certain memories—memories of when the Elixir of Immortality was stolen by a serpent, the memories of facing death without any means of resistance.

The memory lasted for half a second, ending with a hand chop descending from the sky.

"You must have wanted to show off so badly you’ve gone mad!" I all but raged at the foolish girl next to me, causing her to be momentarily stunned, "The entire Heroic Spirit Army has retreated, yet the three of you are out there in outer space putting on a finale performance, standing firm against the Imperial Army as if you’re the tragic heroines of some play?"

As I scolded her, I didn’t sit idle; Golden Pica’s body was now like a battered rag doll. The result of her total overload could be likened to the severing of meridians (if heroic spirits even had such things), which would be an understatement—it was more like trying to comfort a patient. You only had to look at her cracked armor and the blood spurting from her wounds to understand the extent of her desperation. I carefully supported the most ancient Queen, who was at the end of her tether, and began what had become a routine task for me: repairing an energy life form.

Let me insert a note here: I had gradually improved my proficiency in this skill while Anwina repeatedly got stuck in the LCD screen.

"I was dragged here by her," Medusa was the first to raise her hand, meekly speaking up. The usually formidable lady now resembled a schoolgirl who had done something wrong, her face slightly red with a maximum level of cuteness.

"I was, too..."

That was the shameless witch Medea, betraying her comrade-in-arms from just a moment ago. You really do live up to your name.

"How..." Weakly leaning on her boss’s arm, Sister Jier finally began to catch on to something. Just as she was about to ask a question, a mighty torrent of Ghost Energy had already collided with the Federation Army’s Joint Shield.

Then it stopped there eerily, rapidly dimming.

"You three shut-ins who never watch the Imperial military broadcast! Since the eighth of last month, every Federation Ship has been equipped with Energy Raiders, you idiots!"

That’s right, I’ve said that the Federation Fleet’s shields couldn’t withstand the Galaxy Main Gun, but... I never said that beyond the Ghost Energy Shields, we had nothing else. Energy Raiders, such a great find, do you really think I would be stingy in equipping them for the Federation Army’s trump card troops?

Of course, these Energy Raiders couldn’t compare to the supercharged ones on the Imperial Battleships. Due to the massive technological gap, these reduced-version Energy Raiders had a very low energy integration rate and could only be activated once within seventy-two hours. In a battle, they were practically single-use items, which is why I had the whole Federation Fleet hold off on using this ace up our sleeve until now. As it turned out, our decision was correct.

A hundred Xyrin Mother Ships were indeed powerful, but we had thousands of Federation Ships to spread out the damage.

The Battlecruisers holding the first line of defense lasted for about seven seconds before the energy shields and their main energy conduits burst forth with the brightest light—a warning of capacity overload. Reynolds immediately ordered these dutiful shields to turn around, using the temporarily strengthened shields to withstand the Ghost Energy Torrent and retreat, while the Protos Carriers and Curved Light Ships behind them stepped forward to take their place. By then, the combined firepower from a hundred Galaxy Main Guns had already been weakened by almost half.

"How... how could this be... I’ve worked so hard, so desperately fighting for you... only to end up a clown..."

Sister Jier’s expression completely crumbled as she watched the Federation Fleet playing joyfully with precise maneuvers to distribute damage. It seemed she had suffered a tremendous mental blow. I immediately reached out and placed my hand on her head, rubbing it back and forth like I usually do with the loads of kids at home, and comforted in a low voice, "Well, well, you’ve been very diligent, although the direction of your efforts was mistaken... But truth be told, ’Gil’gamesh (thanks to China’s five thousand years of civilization for the homophones), your tactics today live up to your name, the oldest king of mankind, you still triumphed."

It’s always said that the less clever are easier to console, and just like that, the mood brightened from stormy to partly cloudy.

Two swift shadows whooshed by my side, and my gaze followed, turning to the side and then down thirty degrees to see the Pandora Sisters puffing up with anger, each holding a tiny electronic board filled with large characters full of resentment:

"Why didn’t Brother tell us about this move?" by Visca.

Actually, I already did tell you, but you two got so heated that you forgot everything else, didn’t you? Threw out four Helium Flashes for nothing and now your throats are smoking, right?

"My throat hurts, Brother, I want juice." by Pandora, with the way you are now, wouldn’t any juice you drink just turn into steam and spray out?

"The enemy is retreating!" Reynolds’s voice suddenly echoed in the communication link, "It seems we’ve won, it’s a miracle!"

Of course, the enemy naturally had to retreat. Their Single Soldier Fighter Jets had taken losses of sixty percent under the Federation’s exceptionally performing Heroic Spirits and Carrier’s stalwart battle efforts. One half of the Assault Ships were sunk by the two Imperial Generals and our Curved Light Ships. A hundred Eternal-class Mother Ships had been drained by Energy Raiders and wouldn’t be able to fire for several hours, and while the other hundred Eternal-class ships were still intact, the Queen’s Fleet seemed to be more than just for show. Meanwhile, we had thousands of energy-abundant Warships ready to pounce, and even the fearless Imperial Army wouldn’t see the sense in a fight to the death under these circumstances.

In the communication link, Reynolds’s voice seemed to breathe a huge sigh of relief, "Ah, we finally won. Despite being outnumbered thirty to one, with several Leader-level Xyrin Apostles personally assisting and over a thousand Heroic Spirits fighting valiantly, we only just managed victory. I actually feel like I’ve created a miracle. Honestly, my Emperor, I’m never going to war with the Imperial Army again after this; it’s more of a courage test than committing suicide."

Alright already, you managed to chase away two hundred Imperial Mother Ships, along with swarms of Xyrin Assault Ships and Xyrin Single Soldier Fighter Jets. These achievements thrown into the Multi-universe would already be considered a miraculous battle from ancient to modern times. Those civilizations extinguished by the Empire wouldn’t care how many times the number of troops you deployed or how much external help you had. Just say you want to show off.

"Get close to the Queen’s Fleet and see if we can establish contact."

Dragging back three somewhat fainting and half-dead troublesome beauties to the Command Hall, I immediately had Zeratul try to contact the Queen’s Fleet we had just saved. Our sudden appearance had indeed drawn away most of the attack, but it wasn’t easy for them to have held on until now.

Moreover, I was starting to get a little curious about that Queen’s Fleet.

Through the observation just now, I roughly estimated the combat power of the enemy’s spaceships. Those Mercury-like mother ships and Federation battleships didn’t have a huge gap in their offensive and defensive capabilities, which means, in facing the same Imperial battleships, their strength should be quite similar to that of the Federation Fleet. But how long did they hold on?

For two whole days, from the moment they sent out the distress signal.

We roughly calculated, without the support of an Energy Raider and the assistance of Leader-level Apostles and Heroic Spirits in combat, the Federation Fleet would be defeated after eliminating half of the enemy’s forces in the best-case scenario. Then, how has the Queen’s Fleet with similar combat power managed to resist until now? Do they have any way to withstand a salvo from the Galaxy Main Guns?

Or to put it another way—what exactly are those Imperial "rebels" hesitant about, so much so that two whole days have passed without them using a full salvo of two hundred Galaxy Main Guns to end the all too conspicuous Queen’s Flagship once and for all?

"The interference created by the rebels has stopped, we are establishing a connection with the Queen’s Fleet." Reynolds looked a bit tired, but his excitement wasn’t completely hidden, "We arrived just in time. The Queen’s Fleet’s shields and propulsion are completely drained, Jie En is still sluggishly on his way, but it looks like we won’t be needing them now."

The Queen who arrived just in time and the laid-back Major General, aside from their equipment and military forces, this Gotaque Free Kingdom is in tight shape in other aspects.

Strewn with wreckage of warships and leaking Energy Cores, this Asteroid Belt was no longer suitable for the two fleets to dock. The remnants of spaceships and their ejected energy stores may explode at any moment. So, under our guidance, the Queen’s Fleet with its formidable name "Victory Glory" along with the Federation Army withdrew from the Asteroid Belt, leaving this dangerous graveyard to Jie En. Although they did not lift a finger to help, their Mass-energy Weapons sure are handy for cleanup.

"Gravity Traction initiated, Light of El is about to dock with the target flagship, microscopic repairs are on standby."

"From so far away, it’s hard to see clearly. Now I realize, this thing is seriously banged up—there’s a whole series of breaches. They should swear allegiance to us for eternity to repay this favor."

On the exterior docking area of the Light of El, Sister Jier made an immoral comment about the approaching Queen’s Flagship, which loomed like a mountain, though she was still pale-faced, it didn’t affect her good mood after achieving victory in the great battle of the oldest queens.

"Slavery has been long sunk," I punched the arrogant figure with a hairstyle only 150 cm tall but imperious like a queen, "are you resurrected?"

"Hmph! When was I so fragile! It’s that so-called ’Queen’ who has never shown her face. I really want to see if she looks pitiable now—like a dog that has lost its home~~~" Being able to face another queen as a great savior, especially one with even more power than herself in the past, put Sister Jier in a tremendously good mood. She was practically beaming with "I’m very proud" written all over her face.

Due to a fierce battle, the Queen’s Fleet not only lost sixty per cent of its warships (indeed, the fleet we see now is actually only a third of the original size, the rest have already set off fireworks in space), but even the remaining thirty per cent of the spaceships were on the verge of disintegrating. Even their heavily protected flagship was full of dense smoke and holes. Through the cracks on the surface of the Queen’s Flagship, we could see Freedom Kingdom soldiers in space combat suits flying around transporting the wounded. The simple communication from the other party frankly announced their situation—the remaining power of the flagship was less than twenty per cent, and it could stop functioning at any time. Therefore, Zeratul made the decision to dock the Light of El with the Queen’s Flagship. On the one hand, if it could be repaired, it should be repaired; if not, hauling it back to sell for scrap metal is also good—the latter part added by Qianqian.

Under the Protos’s advanced Gravity Traction device, the two flagships finally connected. The entire process was almost vibration-free, which embarrassed the Heroic Spirits who had been nervously clinging to the handrails, watching the imposing Queen’s Flagship float towards them. The Light of El’s Ghost Energy Shield began to deform and expand to cover the entire Queen’s Flagship. Now, the joint body of two aerial fortresses had become a strange, gourd-like shape—one side, the enormous Light of El, and the other, the relatively diminutive Queen’s Flagship.

Artificial atmosphere completed the air pressure balance inside the Ghost Energy Barrier in a matter of seconds. The docking corridor, originally composed of several temporarily "grown" transparent tubes, had now retracted, forming dozens of straight "Skybridges." From the other side came dozens of humanoid figures dressed in the advanced officer uniforms of Gotaque—varied in skin color, height, and facial and limb features—a truly diverse collection of species.

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