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Boom—
A plasma round obliterated a cruiser whose shields had been compromised.
The sheer destructive power sent a shiver through the fleet's warships.
Inside the bridge—
The admiral remained silent. The overwhelming strength of the enemy vessel far exceeded his expectations.
Dozens of battle simulations flashed through his mind, yet none provided a way to overco the enemy ship.
Not even escape was an option.
In their attempt to destroy the enemy vessel quickly, the fleet had drawn too close.
That Nova Cannon could strike from tens of thousands of kiloters away, possibly even further.
Without the ability to warp into the Warp, they had no chance of retreating in ti.
As despair gripped the admiral, an unexpected transmission arrived from the enemy vessel.
The ssage demanded that nearly twenty capital ships, including battleships, comply with their instructions.
Failure to do so would result in their complete annihilation!
However, one condition was attached to the ssage, alleviating so of his fears.
So long as they cooperated, their personal safety would be guaranteed.
This ssage was sent privately, directly to his personal channel.
No one else aboard his vessel knew its contents.
The admiral was certain that the other commanders of the fleet's capital ships had received similar ssages.
He glanced at the King's Court Guards stationed not far behind him on the bridge.
His eyes flickered with contemplation.
...
Aboard the Dreamweaver
"Do you think they'll agree?"
Shahim looked at Kaes, evidently nervous.
Kaes smiled slightly.
"They will.
The previous shock-and-awe strikes have already broken their nerve.
If they have any intelligence at all, they'll know we an what we say.
From the intelligence we've gathered over the years, most of these people are defectors from the original Golian Sector Fleet.
They have no firm loyalties, nor are they willing to fight to the death for a tyrant.
They're only obeying orders because the enforcers are watching them.
If they attempt to surrender or rebel, the King's Court Guards will execute them.
So, we only need to ensure their personal safety—give them a glimr of hope.
Those commanders know that this is their only chance to survive.
For survival, they'll do anything..."
Shahim realized sothing.
"So, we don't directly ask them to surrender.
If they were under direct threat from the enforcers, they might fight us to the death.
Instead, we have them make 'mistakes' while commanding their warships, allowing our troops to board and seize control..."
"Exactly."
Kaes glanced at Shahim.
"Have the War Angels prepare for boarding.
Just now, the commanders accepted our terms..."
Kaes turned to the observation viewport, frowning slightly.
His confidence was not as firm as before.
War was ever-changing.
As commander of the Dreamweaver, the Savior had entrusted him with full command.
No interference, total autonomy.
It was an unparalleled level of trust—but also an imnse responsibility.
He alone bore responsibility for the outco.
Kaes had carefully weighed his options.
The Dreamweaver alone could not swiftly eliminate so many warships.
Destroying them all would be a trendous waste, severely weakening the sector's military strength.
For the Savior, who sought to liberate the sector, that would be far from ideal.
Thus, Kaes wished to preserve as many warships as possible.
Furthermore, Matira's main hive had been fortified for thousands of years, with formidable void shields and anti-air defenses.
The Dreamweaver alone would struggle to breach it quickly.
More warships were needed to accelerate the assault, ensuring that valuable ti was not wasted.
To achieve this, Kaes had to take risks.
If the plan failed, and those commanders did not cooperate as agreed, the War Angels could be lost.
That would be a devastating blow.
But he trusted his judgnt.
Through the viewport, Kaes soon saw the enemy fleet shifting formations as instructed.
Their capital ships were now exposed on the flanks.
There was no ti for hesitation.
He imdiately gave the order:
"Launch the boarding torpedoes!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Dozens of boarding torpedoes launched, following their designated trajectories toward the enemy's capital ships.
Kaes had chosen not to use teleportation for the boarding action. Instead, he relied on boarding torpedoes specifically designed for such assaults.
Unlike deploying teleportation beacons and transmitting troops in waves, boarding torpedoes could deliver War Angels more swiftly.
Their velocity allowed them to pierce through void shields.
However, they were vulnerable to interception.
Unfortunately, the enemy's capital ships not only had enforcers but were also rigged with self-destruct devices.
If they didn't seize control quickly, once Tyrant Harries caught wind of the situation, he would undoubtedly order their destruction.
Kaes watched the battlefield anxiously.
Those torpedoes carried nearly two hundred War Angels.
If they successfully penetrated the enemy's firepower, victory would be assured.
He silently prayed.
Suddenly, Kaes' face lit up with joy.
The commanders had indeed adjusted their firepower, allowing most of the boarding torpedoes to pass through the defensive screen.
Only two were destroyed by stray shots.
The rest soared directly toward the enemy capital ships' bridges.
"We did it!"
Shahim, seeing the sa, clenched his fist in triumph.
...
Aboard a Battleship's Bridge
The admiral was waiting nervously.
Following the enemy commander's orders, he had adjusted his ship's firepower deploynt.
Yet nothing had happened for so ti.
Had he been tricked?
Fear and anxiety swelled within him.
If he missed this opportunity, given the current situation, he would perish alongside this damned warship!
That was sothing he absolutely could not allow.
Fortunately, good news arrived.
"Enemy torpedoes have breached the firepower periter and are heading straight for the bridge!" the operator shouted.
"What?!"
The admiral concealed his delight, suppressing the grin threatening to form on his lips.
Feigning urgency, he pushed aside the operator.
"Let see!"
But he only stared, taking no action.
Stalling for ti.
His adjutant anxiously urged, "Sir, order the guns to intercept them now!"
Fool!
I'm saving your life, and you're sabotaging !
The admiral clenched his teeth, flashing the adjutant urgent glances while trying to defuse the situation.
"Maintain firepower positions. This could be a ruse—we must not act rashly."
"Are your eyes malfunctioning?!
If we hesitate any longer, the bridge will be hit!"
The adjutant, appearing loyal and righteous, barked at the gunners:
"Shoot them down! If anything happens, I'll take full responsibility!"
"You—! You—you—you—!"
The admiral pointed at his adjutant—his wife's foolish little brother—nearly bursting a blood vessel.
At that mont, the King's Court Guards took notice.
They unsheathed their chainswords and strode forward coldly.
Seeing this, the admiral despaired.
"I should never have placed that idiot in my fleet—this is the end!"
Midway to the bridge, a low rumble shook the ship.
A boarding torpedo slamd into the hull, its lta warhead carving through the armored plating.
Boom!!!
A massive boarding torpedo crashed into the bridge.
tal screeched as it tore through the hull, sparks flying everywhere.
The hatch burst open, and a ten-man squad of War Angels, clad in crimson power armor, stepped forth.
Salvation had arrived!
The admiral was elated but kept up his act.
Pointing at the War Angels, he roared:
"Kill them!"
The King's Court Guard commander gave him a deep look before leading his n into battle.
Chainswords clashed as blood sprayed across the bridge.
But the low-tier bioengineered warriors were no match for Astartes.
The War Angels swiftly slaughtered them.
Their leader strode toward the command dais.
The admiral hurried over.
"The self-destruct will activate at any mont—you can disable it, right?"
As if in response, alarms blared—the self-destruct had been triggered.
Tyrant Harries must have realized the fleet's fall and chosen to destroy it.
Without a word, the War Angel commander stepped forward, pulling out a skull-shaped decryption device and linking it to the system.
Urth had long perfected thods for overriding such systems.
Soon, the self-destruct sequence was neutralized.
The machine spirit's data imprint had also fully integrated into the warship's systems.
The boarding action had been a success.
Two cruisers had self-destructed due to the lack of boarding teams, but the rest had been secured.
...
Inside His Quarters
Ding—
Eden checked his dataslate.
A battle report from Kaes.
Stripping away the intricate details, the core ssage was clear:
Seventeen capital ships had sworn allegiance to the Savior. The fleet was being reorganized.
In three hours, they would strike Matira!
"Good heavens, a fleet acquired?"
Even with prior expectations, the results still shocked him.
He hadn't held much hope for capturing the warships.
Being self-destruct vessels, they could have all blown up—driving them away or annihilating them would have been a great success.
But Kaes had secured the entire fleet!
Eden was ecstatic.
This ant he now wielded the sector's most formidable space force.
No one could oppose him.
If any planet dared to resist, they'd soon be turned to glass.
Soon, the fleet assembled behind the Dreamweaver, an unstoppable force advancing toward the sector capital—Matira!
(End of Chapter)
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