Chapter 1985 - 1572: Massacre (Part 2)
Emperor Kilmock warned everyone darkly, "Without my order, no one is allowed to make any move. Whoever acts recklessly, don’t blame me for being merciless."
It wasn’t that Kilmock was unwilling to adopt their suggestion and defect at this moment, but that he really couldn’t figure Icaroya out.
He always felt she still had something up her sleeve; who would win and who would lose was still uncertain.
If Star Ring City had forcibly pulled the frontline troops back this time, he might really have turned on them. But Icaroya hadn’t done that—this kind of behavior was either brain-dead, or it meant absolute confidence.
Most importantly, if he defected now, it would be equivalent to returning to the Eternal Sleep Clan, and everything he’d done before would go up in smoke. That wasn’t what he wanted.
So he decided to wait a bit longer.
When Prince Kyarat heard Emperor Kilmock’s words, he was extremely unwilling in his heart, but he didn’t dare utter a sound.
He knew his father’s temper very well—those who defied him never lived to see the next day.
Thus Prince Kyarat and the others could only grit their teeth and reply.
"Yes!"
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At this moment, Krisia at the side was also increasingly puzzled; she understood her father’s actions less and less.
However, the result before her eyes was exactly what she wanted, so Krisia kept silent.
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Frontline battlefield.
Star Ring City locked onto the VI-type strategic Fortress Black Abyss. Its colossal body kept advancing forward; the Spirit Touchers attacking along the way were turned into sieves by Star Ring City’s activated Short-range Cannons before they could even get close.
Star Ring City was like a steamroller, crushing forward with brute force, the Star Ring light swirling around its body growing ever more dazzling.
At this moment, a shocking scene unfolded: the VI-type strategic Fortress Black Abyss, like a turtle shrinking its head, actually backed off, retreating at high speed!
At the same time it didn’t forget to direct large numbers of Spirit Touchers and Wind Shuttle-class starships to intercept Star Ring City head-on.
And it wasn’t just Black Abyss retreating; the three other VI-type strategic Fortresses, including Crystal Prism, also moved backward one after another, trying to get as far from Star Ring City as possible, afraid of being targeted and insta-killed.
They didn’t even have the courage to mount an attack on it now.
Star Ring City once again opened rows of launch ports, pouring out a sky-covering barrage.
Rumble—
The forces besieging it were once more swept clean, but this time the intensity of the attack fell far short of the first wave; quite a few Spirit Touchers and Wind Shuttle-class starships evaded the strikes. However, as they closed in on Star Ring City, they were blown apart by its massive Short-range Cannon fire.
In fact, the reason Star Ring City’s first wave had been so ferocious was because the missiles it fired contained a large number of Nuclear Bombs and Antimatter Missiles mixed in, which made the effect so devastating.
The second wave didn’t have that; the main reason was that the enemy formations were no longer dense enough—such brutal saturation fire would not be cost-effective.
Although Star Ring City’s ammunition reserves were extremely abundant, they couldn’t afford to squander them at will.
At this moment the VI-type Star Lord Level Spirit Toucher Alklay continuously issued orders through the mental network, slowly entangling and grinding down Star Ring City.
The rest of the forces focused their strength first on wiping out the main battlefield’s starship groups and Mecha, crippling her arms and legs.
Alklay also issued a particularly insidious order: he redeployed a massive wave of troops to assist in attacking the Mother Stars of the various nations in the rear Third Birthplace. He didn’t believe Icaroya could completely ignore them.
As long as they could throw Icaroya into a fluster, she was bound to expose a flaw.
That would be the opportunity for an all-out counterattack.
Very soon, a sea of Spirit Touchers altered their flight paths and charged toward the First Legion and the starship groups of the affiliated countries.
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Inside Star Ring City’s battle command room.
Icaroya sat in the command chair, her cold gaze fixed on the star map displaying the entire battlefield.
The star map was densely packed with red dots, while by comparison, the number of friendly green dots was pitifully small.
Goli reported to Icaroya.
"Sister, the enemy’s main force is refusing to engage us head-on, and their troop deployments have changed. They’ve strengthened their attacks on our starship groups and on the Mother Stars of the nations in the Third Birthplace."
"I know."
Icaroya’s expression did not change at all.
"Sister, how should we respond?"
"War is cruel. The last thing you should do is be indecisive. Tell the Legions assisting in the operation to show what they can do and annihilate the enemies in front of them. And tell the major nations to guard their own Mother Stars. There are no reinforcements for them—they can only fight for themselves!"
"But—"
"No buts."
Icaroya at this moment revealed an incomparably iron-blooded side.
"Yes."
Goli lowered her head in response.
Then Icaroya suddenly raised her head and issued an order to the subordinates present.
"Pass down my order: Star Ring City advances, cutting across and through the entire battlefield! God Might, fire!"
"Yes!"
Everyone present answered in unison.
With the order given, Star Ring City went completely berserk. It forcefully plunged into the Eternal Sleep Clan’s formations, the seven Light Halos encircling its body erupting with blazing radiance one after another.
Wave after wave of light rings spread out, and any Eternal Sleep Clan units they touched instantly turned to ash.
Star Ring City moved back and forth like a plasma cutter, crisscrossing the field, madly harvesting Eternal Sleep Clan troops, exerting maximum pressure on them.
Inside the Mechanical Empire’s enhanced Star Destroyer Thunderhawk’s command room.
Vice Admiral Grellos stared intently at the battle.
The subordinates present shouted anxiously, "General, there are too many forces attacking us, our casualties are skyrocketing. If this goes on we really won’t be able to hold. Should we pull back for now or request aid from Star Ring City?!"
Vice Admiral Grellos glanced at the latest orders on his electronic bracelet. His eyelid twitched; then he slammed the armrest with a heavy slap and stood up, bloodshot eyes blazing as he spoke.
"Before the campaign, the Star Lord instructed us: with Star Ring City, we share honor and share ruin. Notify everyone that nobody is allowed to fall back! Order all nations to bring out their trump-card Weapons and fight to the death for me!"
"Yes!"
The many NCOs present responded in unison.
In an instant, the First Birthplace’s joint fleet opened rows of launch ports.
Nuclear Bombs, Antimatter Missiles, Gravity Bombs, Space Shock Bombs, Annihilation Bombs, Titan’s Spears—all were unleashed in volleys!
Countless dazzling suns and voids rose one after another.
One Dandelion Fortress after another had its body pierced through by Titan’s Spears.
At the same time, Mecha after Mecha threw life and death aside, rushing at the Spirit Touchers, fighting them with desperate ferocity. Even when heavily damaged, they triggered self-destruction and hurled themselves into the Spirit Touchers.
The public comms channel echoed continuously with tragic, blood-stirring roars.
On another front, Star Ring City’s First Legion at this moment also displayed an incomparably formidable combat capability. No matter how many enemies came at them, they were like an unshakable dam, slaughtering and stopping the enemy in their tracks.
When those in the front ranks fell, the units behind immediately stepped up.
When the captain died, the vice-captain instantly took over. They were like emotionless killing machines.
At this moment, Crock, Kux, Xia Weiya and the others kept their eyes locked on Alklay and his ilk, in case they tried any sneak attacks.
The entire frontal battlefield instantly turned into a meat grinder.