Xyrin Empire

Chapter 424: 424: Deadly Weapon

Chapter 424: Chapter 424: Deadly Weapon

After an order, passed down the command chain with the highest authority, reached each fortress planet, the colossal war machine of the Imperial Army had initiated a series of responses internally. Although it seemed on the surface that we were still defensively coping with outside attacks in our usual unhurried pace, the perceptive Protos Natives had already sensed an extreme sense of oppression deep within their souls. Specifically, the base established by the Taldarim bristled with countless defense troops overnight, and their continuously dispatched attack squads gradually decreased in sortie frequency.

How exactly did these mystical Protos get the “unsettling aura” from the so-called “Voice of the Void”? Are they all possessed by Lin Xue?

From the time the Three Races Alliance launched their first raid on us to now, not even four days had passed. Facing the formidable space combat units of the Xyrin People, they had paid a price akin to that of a major combined forces operation just for their mere sneak attacks. As for the Insect Race, which was always confronting us on the main battlefield, we would relentlessly annihilate any of their planets that we found, regardless if they attacked the Imperial Army or not. Human losses were second only to the Insect Race. Their hit-and-run tactics initially achieved significant effects, but frankly, battlecruiser squadrons are entirely unsuitable for this kind of highly mobile guerrilla warfare. Once we began concealing large fleets within the spatial folds of our patrol squads, any daring attacks by human forces met unprecedented devastation. As soon as they appeared, spaceships equipped with gravity traps would immediately block off the surrounding space, and then a swarm of assault ships would burst forth from the spatial folds. A salvo of ghost energy fire often inflicted up to 80 percent casualties on the fragile human ships. Even the thick armor of the battlecruisers couldn’t withstand a frontal attack from even a single assault ship; after losing several large battlecruiser squadrons, the human offensive had softened somewhat. The Protos, meanwhile, had always sustained the least losses. Firstly, their tactics were consistently cautious; while our main forces were tied down by the Insects and Humans, such cautious tactics ensured their relative safety. Secondly, the technological prowess of the Protos was truly formidable. The “official storyline’s” Protos are to these genuine advanced civilizations mere weaklings with a combat power of less than five. The Divine Race’s carrier fleets utilized super space-time jump technology to deploy nearly ten thousand unmanned interceptors in an instant, posing a real threat to our smaller units—after all, we couldn’t possibly equip every single soldier fighter jet with devices like gravity traps. The plasma shields allowed these massive Protos ships a breather from ghost energy cannon attacks until now, leaving the Taldarim Fleet still in a low casualty state.

Of course, this was also why we hadn’t mobilized our main force to attack them.

But… I truly hate this word. Despite seemingly holding an overwhelming advantage on the surface, there’s an issue I must face: compared to a base number of several hundreds of billions, the number of enemy forces we’ve eliminated is still too few—

“Those things are already prepared, but the core stability of those clones is still an issue,” Taville reported to me, projecting a series of holographic models that displayed massive mechanical structures. “We’ve simulated the ghost energy decomposition principle of the Sniper Star Cannon, but we’ve yet to conquer the key technology of the gigantic Ghost Energy Abyss. Its operational speed can’t compare to the Sniper Star Cannon,” Taville said with a look of regret. “Perhaps capturing some neutron stars to place in their cores as a substitute for the energy furnace would be more efficient, but the sustained energy release of neutron stars is still inferior to that of a Ghost Energy Well. Such time-consuming efforts to prepare a weapon that has such a short service life is a serious flaw.”

“That’s already quite good.”

I sincerely said, believing that at times, it’s good to have certain limitations.

Big Sister was never much interested in such cutting-edge weaponry. She was just immensely frustrated by our still-unrepentant foes and rubbed her temples with a voice full of sorrow, “Are they still attacking? Fighting desperately against the Imperial Fleet with a thousandfold casualties—do their lives mean nothing to them?”

Sandora, with her arms crossed in front of her chest and her bright blue eyes slightly drooping as if discussing the weather, replied, “At this point, even though that strange power known as ‘Revelation’ has disappeared, these people have largely lost the ability to discern right from wrong. Moreover, to the controllers of this war, the lives of soldiers are merely numbers. As long as the scale of the battlefield is large enough, they even have the capability to make those soldiers who go from birth to death on the battlefield feel the same way. I bet each soldier on their side believes, to their last breath, that their unprecedented Interstellar Coalition holds the absolute upper hand against brutal alien invaders. After all, excellent generals never let their soldiers know the whole truth.”

“Of course, that does not include the Xyrin Army.”

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