Super Mothership
“Lord Jinlok, the Gemini civilization has already assembled more than 3,500 warships and a battle star at the wormhole defense line. This should be more than half of their total strength, so I believe… the timing is already ripe!”
“Mm! Kloros, you are the commander of the First Fleet and my most capable subordinate. I’ll leave everything to you!”
“Yes! I will definitely bring you a glorious victory!”
“Mm! Also… the Ryan Clan has been getting a bit restless lately. Hmph! A bunch of pig-like cannon fodder—give them a warning while you’re at it.”
“Yes! Understood!”
……
Seven days later…
A Gemini drone squadron was patrolling the wormhole region.
By now, the standoff between the two sides had become the norm. At the same time, as the wormhole continued to expand and the front line stretched, the “blocking the doorway” tactic had basically lost its effectiveness.
As a result, Gemini pulled their defensive line back as a whole and deployed a large number of drone patrol networks near the wormhole for surveillance.
“Whoosh!” Suddenly, a vortex appeared in the void. A bronze mech burst out of the wormhole, abruptly appearing in front of the patrol drones.
Behind it, countless mechs poured out like a tidal wave, forming a surging torrent of steel.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!” With almost no ability to resist, the patrol drone squad—nearly a hundred units—was instantly overwhelmed!
A swarm of mechs surged out like hornets, quickly tearing apart Gemini’s reconnaissance network and completely seizing control of the area around the wormhole.
“Wooo—!” A piercing alarm immediately erupted across the Gemini fleet. Soldiers who had long been on alert quickly geared up and rushed to their battle stations.
Thousands of warships ignited their engines, spreading out into neat, unified formations.
Shields activated, cannons charging. Countless unmanned fighters and mechs were deployed first. In the pitch-black universe, innumerable points of light suddenly appeared, like fireflies in the night.
At the rear of the fleet, the Dreadnought Battle Star also began launching large warships. With the battle star at its center, dense clusters of ships surrounded it like a hedgehog, bristling with spikes aimed at the enemy!
More than 3,500 warships, nearly 100,000 mechs, and countless intelligent drones—an entire arsenal of war machines slowly awakened like a colossal beast, revealing a terrifying, heart-shaking presence.
“So this is the war potential of a long-established interstellar civilization…” Inside the Fallen Angel, Nie Yun couldn’t help but marvel.
Even though Earth civilization was developing rapidly, with warships and spacecraft rolling out of docks in droves, compared to Gemini—who could mobilize such a massive fleet for a single war—Earth was still a rookie just stepping onto the stage.
This only strengthened Nie Yun’s strategy: develop quietly and stir things up behind the scenes!
“Lord Arthas, it looks like the enemy is launching a full-scale offensive this time!” Catherine’s expression grew extremely serious as she watched the battlefield data scrolling down the central display.
Unlike the previous small-scale probing and attrition, the number of forces deployed this time was astonishing. The densely packed enemy almost filled the entire field of view—it was practically a full mobilization.
“Mm! I agree with your judgment. So what are you waiting for? Hurry up and fall back!” Nie Yun nodded.
“Huh?!”
“What do you mean ‘huh’? I’m basically a bare commander right now. Do you expect a newly promoted legion commander to drive his flagship straight in and act as cannon fodder?”
“…Yes.”
The front-line fleets had already begun exchanging fire. Explosions blossomed almost continuously across both sides. Every second, hundreds—if not thousands—of war machines were destroyed.
Nie Yun glanced at the brutal battlefield ahead, still feeling uneasy.
“Fall back a bit more. Over there—move closer to the battle star!”
Catherine: “…”
Under the command of this “cautious” commander, the Fallen Angel gradually retreated to the rear of the fleet, settling within the anti-air defense perimeter of the Dreadnought Battle Star…
Naturally, Nie Yun had no intention of getting involved in a war of this scale.
No matter how strong an individual might be, or how sturdy the Fallen Angel’s defenses were, under such concentrated firepower, there were only two possible outcomes: “fireworks” or “delayed-fuse fireworks.”
Fortunately, Nie Yun’s own fleet was still being assembled in the Storm Star System. Thus, Girard had only given him orders to observe the battlefield and engage freely, granting him the freedom to maneuver as he pleased.
Aside from not wanting to risk his life, Nie Yun also felt that this attack was somewhat unusual.
The Ryan Clan’s leader had not been willing to fight, and had previously treated those elite bronze mech legions with great care.
Combined with the looting incident on Ryan Star, logically speaking, their morale should have been unstable for some time—possibly even leading to passive or reluctant combat behavior.
Yet now, the enemy looked as if they were launching an all-out assault, seeking a decisive battle. This immediately made Nie Yun sense a trace of danger!
……
“Clan Leader! The enemy fleet’s firepower is too dense. Our mech legions aren’t suited for siege warfare to begin with—if we keep this up, the casualties will be enormous…”
“Silence! Deploy the reserve troops as well!”
“But—”
“Execute the order!”
“…Yes!”
Here is the translated text (with “莱恩” kept as “Ryan”):
The old patriarch of the Ryan Clan stared at the string of casualty figures, his face ashen.
If he had any choice, he would never have chosen to engage the enemy in such a full-scale decisive battle—but…
His gaze swept past the viewport. Outside, thousands of warships had their cannons trained on his main formation, almost herding Ryan Clan warriors into the wormhole.
Turning back, the old patriarch bent his slightly hunched back, burying his sorrow, helplessness, and hatred in the shadows.
“Lord Kloros, I have followed your instructions. My clan’s warriors have already launched a full-scale offensive.”
“Mm! You’ve done well.”
In the holographic projection, a werewolf general with golden fur looked down at the old patriarch with cold indifference, a sneer curling at his lips.
Cannon fodder should act like cannon fodder. Just because their habitat had been looted by pirates, they dared to harbor dissatisfaction?
That was not the mindset a qualified vassal race should have!
“Rest assured, after this battle, I will recommend to Lord Jinlok that the living conditions of the Ryan Clan be improved, allowing you to recuperate for a few years.”
A warning was necessary—but for now, he still needed these cannon fodder to fight for him. He knew better than to push them too far.
“Thank you, my lord…” The old patriarch’s tone was stiff.
“My lord, when will you deploy your forces? Forgive my bluntness, but we lack warships and heavy firepower. At this rate, our troops won’t last long under such intense assaults—they will be completely exhausted!”
The situation was obvious. This First Fleet commander of the Jinlok Consortium clearly intended to use them to wear down Gemini, then move in to reap the benefits.
As for how many of the Ryan Clan would remain in the end—that depended entirely on when the other side chose to act.
“No rush. Wait a little longer,” Kloros replied calmly.
The veins on the old patriarch’s forehead bulged. He opened his mouth, but ultimately remained silent.
“Clan Leader! A super-massive signal has appeared in the rear!” At that moment, an adjutant rushed in with a report.
The old patriarch froze and turned toward the central display.
The image had already been brought up. The moment he saw the “thing” slowly approaching, his expression changed drastically.
“This… this is…”
“Heh… this is the ‘surprise’ we prepared!” Kloros let out a cold laugh as his figure dissolved into particles of light…
……
“Something feels off…” Admiral Girard frowned as he watched the intense battle unfolding on the front lines.
The fighting had already lasted nearly ten hours.
No tactics. No strategy. Just relentless charges, shattering against their dense defensive firepower.
Although the enemy’s mass assaults posed a real threat and had caused some losses on their side, such a loss ratio made no sense—the enemy was clearly paying a far higher price.
What exactly were they planning…?
“Beckman, has the enemy’s reinforcements arrived?”
“Yes, Admiral! According to the last message sent before they broke through the wormhole, an unidentified enemy fleet has just arrived. However, after the attack began, our reconnaissance forces were completely wiped out, so we currently have no further intelligence!”
“Strange… even with reinforcements, launching such a reckless, loss-heavy attack is simply too foolish…” Girard muttered, deep in thought.
“Admiral! Due to the enemy’s intense offensive, the combat zone has now spread to the rear of our fleet. The Dreadnought Battle Star is requesting permission to join the battle!” the adjutant reported.
Girard considered briefly, then decisively gave the order:
“Permission granted. But tell them to maintain formation, preserve defensive strength, and do not allow the enemy to breach the security perimeter. Also, stay alert for possible stealth weapons!”
In his view, if the enemy intended to use some trick, their target would most likely be the Dreadnought Battle Star—the equivalent of a mothership to them.
The battle star was not only the most important firepower node on the battlefield, but also the center for logistics, ship maintenance, and drone command…
In short, it was the stabilizing pillar of the Gemini civilization.
It was both their greatest strength—and their greatest weakness. Undoubtedly, it was the most likely strategic target for the enemy!
The Dreadnought Battle Star soon unleashed its power. Countless fortress-level heavy cannons joined the battlefield, making the Ryan Clan’s offensive even more disastrous. Red enemy blips began disappearing from the radar at an even faster rate.
However, Girard failed to notice that, as the Ryan Clan launched their desperate assault, the battlefield was gradually drifting away from the wormhole.
When the massive vortex of the wormhole flared, and a glowing celestial body slowly emerged, a brief silence fell over the battlefield…
“What… is that?!”
This question arose simultaneously in the minds of everyone present—including the Ryan Clan warriors.
No one could ignore it.
Because with its appearance, the gravitational field across the entire battlefield underwent a dramatic shift!
All spacecraft were forced to adjust their flight trajectories slightly just to maintain stability.
“What is that? I want all its data—immediately!” Girard roared.
All sensors immediately locked onto the target.
“Celestial diameter: 183 kilometers. Surface temperature: 8000K. Density: 33 tons per cubic centimeter!
This is… a small white dwarf star!”
TL Note- Space battle....
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