Super Mothership
Its transmission power wasn’t high, with a range of only 1,000 kilometers, but it was enough for the communication personnel inside the Hive to receive it.
Soon, this strange piece of intel—filled with the unmistakable flavor of an elementary school essay—was delivered by a communications soldier wearing a very odd expression, straight to the Supreme Commander who was busy deploying troops…
When the old clan chief first saw this “special intel,” he felt an urge to curse.
Damn it, I’m already overwhelmed here, the battle outside is raging, several cosmic battleships are being destroyed every minute, and you actually bring me this inexplicable nonsense?
Do I look like someone who enjoys literary works?
But after flipping to the next page, the old clan chief froze.
Great Prophecy Technique?! What the hell?
What’s worse, the content of this prophecy was laid out clearly, with tight pacing and logical structure—almost like someone copy-pasted the enemy’s battle plan.
As the old clan chief read this bizarre document, cold sweat slowly soaked his back.
“Where did this message come from? Can we confirm the authenticity of this intel?” he asked grimly, lifting his head.
According to this intel, Gemini’s attack on Target No. 1 was just a diversion—they were actually aiming for two other facilities?
The old clan chief had considered the possibility, but such a tactic required the enemy to already know the coordinates of all wormhole expansion devices…
But no matter what, if this intel was real, then their original plan would fall right into the enemy’s hands! The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it seemed…
“Clan Chief, the signal originated near the Hive. It was a one-time-use micro transmitter, so we can’t precisely trace it. As for the authenticity of the intel…”
The adjutant’s expression was solemn as he hesitated for a moment before continuing. “As far as we know, individuals with strong mental power can indeed possess all sorts of unbelievable abilities. The Overlord Civilization also has such powerful figures.
But something like a Great Prophecy Technique… is still far-fetched. I don’t dare give a conclusion.
However, I did specifically find soldiers from the Plateau Region. The landscape described in the intel and the special dialect used match perfectly.
The Plateau Region on our homeworld has a sparse population. Very few soldiers in our army know that dialect, and it has never appeared in our encrypted communication codes, so the likelihood of an enemy cracking or forging it is extremely low.”
“So you’re saying… this intel was really deduced—or predicted—by one of our own people?” The old clan chief looked baffled.
The adjutant fell silent, not daring to respond.
The old clan chief didn’t seem to expect an answer anyway. He simply paced back and forth, sinking into a difficult decision…
…
“Mm! Simple wording, close to everyday life, imaginative, unique structure—this essay gets a high score from me!” Nie Yun withdrew his consciousness, fairly satisfied with his new little follower’s performance.
Although Nie Yun could have directly transmitted the message to them, the problem remained: gaining the other side’s trust was the hardest part.
Every civilization had its own personality and cultural traits. With only limited intel, making contact rashly—no matter how peaceful your intentions—could easily lead to a disastrous diplomatic misunderstanding.
In this situation, Nie Yun fully utilized the “local guide” advantage.
Don’t underestimate the elementary-school-level writing—maybe lacking in elegance, maybe a bit coarse—but the genuine emotion and down-to-earth flavor made it incredibly convincing!
“Boom!”
At that moment, the ground beneath them trembled slightly. The Fallen Angel’s main cannon fired a blazing beam, completely blasting one of the enemy’s fortifications into fragments.
Nie Yun looked up. The universe was littered with countless pieces of debris, but within visible range, the number of enemies had become so few that “scarce” was an understatement.
Clearly, the battlefield had gradually shifted forward.
Right now, the Fallen Angel was following behind Gilard’s flagship, the Tyrant, firing leisurely, picking off the enemy’s already tattered defensive line.
Aside from the three fleets dispatched for special operations, Gilard’s Tyrant held position at the wormhole exit, leaving part of the fleet behind to firmly block Gemini’s escape route.
Although Nie Yun had just heavily offended Gilard, he was unexpectedly assigned to a very safe “goalkeeper position.”
With just a bit of thought, he understood why.
Arthas’s family background certainly played a role.
But on the other hand, Gilard clearly knew that if he assigned Nie Yun a high-risk mission at a time like this, things would be fine if nothing happened. But if Nie Yun were to die, Gilard would definitely be accused of using public authority for personal revenge.
As the rising star of the Cruze family, killing Arthas would absolutely provoke a fierce backlash and retaliation from Speaker Cruze. Only a fool would take that risk!
This indirectly confirmed that Nie Yun’s decision to abandon his low-key approach and openly tear into Gilard earlier was absolutely the correct move.
By placing the conflict openly on the table, he made the opposing side hesitate, unable to target him openly.
As for underhanded tricks that couldn’t be exposed publicly—Nie Yun truly didn’t take them seriously at all. (For reference, see: “Gustav—Unharmed.avi”…)
Returning from his thoughts, Nie Yun casually crossed his legs.
“Keep a close watch on enemy troop movements. Report to me immediately if anything changes.”
“Yes, Lord Arthas!”
…
Nie Yun didn’t have to wait long. The enemy formation soon showed obvious changes…
First, the fleets that had abandoned the first two defensive lines and planned to regroup at the rear suddenly turned back. Although they didn’t intercept the three Gemini fleets head-on, they split into three army groups.
It was like switching suddenly from a “unified defense tactic” to a “man-to-man marking tactic.” Each group locked tightly onto one target, creating a vague sense of mutual restraint.
Meanwhile, the massive Bronze Mecha legions that had previously been rushing toward Target No. 1 also began to scatter—splitting into three!
One continued toward the original destination at high speed, ready to intercept Gemini’s decoy fleet. But the other two raced off at high speed toward empty, meaningless directions, as if they were pointless pieces placed randomly on a Go board.
It was obvious that the old clan chief preferred to err on the side of caution—better believe it than ignore it.
However, he still held back. He didn’t fully trust the intel’s content. Instead, he simply divided his forces into three, defending all three potential targets simultaneously.
This did weaken their local force advantage, but it was undeniably the safest approach.
This sudden change quickly caught Gilard’s attention.
“This is impossible! Why did they suddenly change tactics?!” Gilard shot to his feet, his face twisted with shock and fury.
He couldn’t understand it. The plan had been flawless. The enemy had reacted exactly as predicted, letting themselves be baited by his pair of Aces, step by step toward a perfect ending scripted in advance.
So how, in the blink of an eye, did the enemy suddenly act like they could see through his cards—like a gambler possessed by a god of luck—
—and then shout, “I fold”?!!
TL Note- Traitor...
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