(Hmm, I think I'll give you all a scare today... Seriously, why are the subscriptions for these carefully designed, classy space battles so low, while the daily-life chapters are so high... Come on, give the chapters with integrity some room to live!)
There should have been countless variables on a battlefield. At least, in my memory, not a single battle I had experienced had ended smoothly and according to plan—we always ran into unexpected situations, twists and turns, emergencies, and only then managed to wrap things up. Yet this time, the entire battle seemed to be proceeding more or less "according to the process." I didn't mean it wasn't fierce, but... how should I put it? Sure enough, even at the end, the enemy hadn't suddenly revealed a pile of trump cards, there hadn't been a third wave of Fallen Apostle reinforcements crashing in midway, and no Abyss had exploded somewhere on the battlefield. A battlefield where everything was so normal felt deeply unsettling.
This bullshit fate was practically driving me into a nervous breakdown.
"Dad?" Xiao Xue's puzzled voice came from beside me, interrupting my wild thoughts. "Should we launch the final assault?"
I shook my head hard and looked toward the Holographic Projection before me. After a brutal slaughter, the Fallen Apostles could finally no longer sustain their savage offensive. They were vicious, but they were not invulnerable monsters. Their Combined Shield had now been weakened to an extremely dangerous state, forcing them to contract their defenses and mass all their remaining Fortress Warships around the Flagship Squadron. The outer vessels could only fend for themselves. Although the Empire forces had also suffered considerable losses, we held an absolute advantage. Siweisi was now ordering every weapon in the main force to focus fire on the enemy's Combined Shield,