Xyrin Empire-Chapter 219 - Engage in Battle
Chapter 219: Chapter 219 Engage in Battle
Chapter 219 -219 Engage in Battle
Several minutes later, except for Sicaro who needed to command the defense forces outside, all of our Xyrin high-level individuals had gathered inside the transformed Bubble Tower, now the Xyrin Command Tower. The original round conference hall prepared for the meetings of various race representatives had morphed into a busy tactical center. The unnecessarily large conference table had been replaced by a large holographic projector. Around the projector, a ring of wide seats was now occupied by us while more Xyrin commanders were distributing orders in an orderly and tense manner at their posts throughout the hall, directing the battle outside.
“How is the situation now?” Sandora had finally entered serious mode, observing the firing scenes of our own fleet on the projector in front of her while asking aloud.
A commander in the corner of the hall glanced at the data on the holographic screen in front of him and reported promptly, “The enemy is still approaching at a steady pace, currently posing no effective threat to our forces. The Eternal-class enemy warship shows no sign of firing, and our casualty rate remains at zero.”
Although I am completely ignorant of military tactics and jargon, I also knew that on the surface we were at an absolute advantage. The ranks of mixed soldiers like stone-statue ghosts were suffering heavy losses under the intense firepower, and even though stronger beings such as frost dragons or flying demons could withstand a few shots from laser cannons with their agility or constitution, it was a pity that their magic attacks were too close-range, and they were in a passive position of being hit.
Of course, as you may have noticed, I used the phrase “on the surface”—on the surface, we held an overwhelming advantage, but in reality, the scales of victory had not completely tipped in our favor.
The enemy’s military composition included Undead Race units like stone-statue ghosts and members of the Burning Legion such as Variant Demons, and there was even an Eternal-class giant warship that for some unknown reason had not yet opened fire. This conveyed a lot to us—firstly, the betrayal Sylvanas faced could now be confirmed to be the doing of Fallen Apostles. Otherwise, the Variant Demons wouldn’t appear among the armies of stone-statue ghosts and frost dragons. Secondly, we had also determined that the enemy had regained the ability to deploy troops on a large scale using Super Space-Time Technology. An enormous weapon like an Eternal-class would require a Legion-level space transmitter to bring it across, and without space transmission technology for assistance, low-level flying units like stone-statue ghosts would not be able to cross the vast Endless Sea to arrive here and show off. Lastly, and most importantly, the enemy must have grasped our movements. Otherwise, how could they possibly meet us head-on in the vast expanse of the Endless Sea?
Three pieces of information, each headache-inducing and significantly influencing the direction of the battle.
Despite the fact that cannon fodder like stone-statue ghosts couldn’t even withstand a single laser light, the enemy sent them not for these mobile experience packages… cough, mixed soldiers to create any momentous victories. The plot where small soldiers coincidentally become heroic fighters only appears in fervent wishful thinking. In reality, a stone-statue ghost filled with passion but with armor not even as strong as two rusty iron plates would definitely not withstand a Sabot Bullet traveling at Mach 5. The sole role of these stone-statue ghosts was to serve as cannon fodder, using their suicidal charges one after the other to block fatal lasers or ghost energy for the powerful units behind, allowing them to get close enough to launch an attack on the Xyrin spaceships. These Otherworld monsters, the first to die under high-tech energy weapons, perfectly fulfilled their mission. Although countless fragments of stone-statue ghosts were falling like snow into the waves of the Endless Sea every second, the enemy’s main force was still unharmed, approaching the Xyrin Battle Group at high speed. Once they entered their effective firing range, the current situation of us suppressing the enemy would immediately reverse.
Besides their shortcomings such as insufficient range and too slow firing speed, the ice magic attack power of the frost dragons was not much weaker than that of a regular Xyrin ship cannon. True, the first two were already fatal flaws, but they had overcome the range issue with stone-statue ghosts’ suicidal shield, and regarding the firing speed, just by looking at those dense and troublesome small red dots on the radar, I knew what they were using to compensate.
Moreover, the air-to-air combat abilities of the Variant Demons and skeletal griffins were not too weak, posing a threat to our small flying units. Once the two sides made contact, a large chaotic battle would be unavoidable.
However, despite the actual situation being not as optimistic as it seemed on the surface, we still maintained a considerable advantage. Aerial combat is what the Xyrin Army excels at, and tactics like the enemy’s human wave attacks and suicidal assaults could cause us headaches but were not enough to pose a major threat.
The thing that really furrowed our brows was the Eternal-class battleship that, up to now, had yet to launch an attack, floating in the night sky like a devil island amidst the clouds.
I recalled the data on the Eternal-class that I had just downloaded from Pandora, aware that it was a large warship resembling a coffin in shape. The Eternal-class not only boasted a majestic length of tens of kilometers but also possessed an infuriatingly powerful combat configuration. It was the epitome of the Xyrin battleship’s cannon philosophy: absolute in robustness and firepower. Moreover, due to the advanced central thinking terminal, most of the operations of the Eternal-class could be handled by the consciousness of the battleship itself, which meant that the minimum crew required for this massive warship was—zero! Of course, that was an extreme case. To ensure the terrifying combat power of the Eternal-class was used to maximum efficiency, the minimum crew number was three hundred. As the most typical example of a high-efficiency war machine with few hands and strong power, most of the space on board was occupied by those infuriating weapon systems. The remaining space was devoted to a large number of Other Space energy reactor outlets designed to continuously draw energy from the reactors in Other Space. Those purple crystal arrays took up a quarter of the battleship’s volume! The Eternal-class’s armor system was thick and complex, with various energy shields and physical armor intertwined. Between these armors lay automatic defense weapons that repelled both short-range landings and long-range strikes, making this weapon of destruction an impenetrable hedgehog. The only viable method to deal with it was probably to employ guerilla harassment tactics coupled with a war of attrition; after all, such a large creature was bound to lack agility, and even its advanced energy systems couldn’t sustain so many superweapons operating for extended periods. Of course, this was conventional warfare tactics. Countering this war mincer with the aberrant strength of Leader-level Xyrin Apostles was also a good idea. The armor of the Eternal-class might be thick, but it definitely couldn’t withstand Pandora’s Helium Flash. However, that wasn’t the measure I planned to take. Although Pandora was also known as a war machine, the idea of one person taking on a giant battleship was a bit too sci-fi no matter how I looked at it. If we could take down this infuriating behemoth with our own sizable fleet of medium and small warships, I wasn’t about to risk the few companions beside me.
Yet, such massive combat power had shown no signs of attack so far, which was truly baffling. Did the opponent simply not care about those “allies” dropping like dumplings into the endless night sky?
“Xyrin Apostles are actually a quite cold-blooded race,” Sandora saw my confusion and explained, “They never have any emotions towards anyone other than friends, and Fallen Apostles are definitely worse. Those Variant Demons and Undead Air Force are nothing but tools to them, not even worth being called allies. They wouldn’t shed a tear no matter how many die. If that big guy hasn’t opened fire yet, they definitely have their own plans. After all, our main fleet is under the protection of energy shields, and even for Eternal-class firepower, it’s quite difficult to break through a fleet’s Joint Shield in a short period of time.”
At this point, the enemy forces, which had suffered heavy losses in a drawn-out suicidal charge, finally reached our vicinity, and I saw for the first time the legendary Frost Dragons and several other creatures that, to me, were nothing more than terms.
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“They’re so ugly…” A few of us stood by the holographic projection, strongly spectating and simultaneously exclaiming.
Pale skeletons, distorted bodies, wings like tattered cloth, shedding dandruff—oh, frost shards—as they flew. This was the most formidable aerial unit of the Undead Race, the Frost Dragon. Compared to their appearance in life, their current state was as pathetic as pathetic could be. And to think I had been looking forward to these totally authentic, original version Skeleton Dragons before.
Even the Frost Dragons, who were supposed to look the part, were a mess; so, of course, the other Stone-statue Ghosts, Skeletal Griffins, Ghost Giant Winged Birds, and the like were no better. The Stone-statue Ghosts, in particular, I had seen in Dark City before. Sylvanas made these unfortunate creatures maintain a stone-statue posture 24 hours a day, stood in the corridors of the Royal District as ornaments, adding a thick Gothic horror aesthetic to the already gloomy Dark City. That was also why I long harbored minor complaints about Sylvanas’s taste in aesthetics.
Compared to the Undead Air Force hopping around in the night sky, playing the lead roles in horror films, those Flying Demons were equally unattractive, but at least they hadn’t reached the point of needing to cover their faces with mosaics before going out or being dragged out and shot. These muscular, naked men, with giant bat wings and bulging muscles like the Governor of California, had an altitude far above the average height of a demon. Mysterious and complex black Demon Runes nearly covered the eighty percent of their skin that was exposed, with faint black mist rising from those runes, signaling their identity as Variant Demons.
I couldn’t believe that the technicians of the Fallen Apostles were so mad to have practicalized such bio-technology in such a short time.
As the first Frost Dragon unleashed a fierce Frozen Storm at an oncoming Fanatic-class fighter jet, the melee finally unfolded.
