The battle had entered its final phase. The Fallen Apostles had been utterly routed, with no capital left for a comeback. The Radiant Halo formation had just destroyed the enemy's last group of warships still capable of resistance and picked off all their shield nodes. After losing their Combined Shield, the Fallen Apostles were divided by the Empire Assault fleet into hundreds of sectors, unable to attend to both front and rear as they were slowly slaughtered. The main reason Siweisi had not used heavy firepower to saturate-bomb the Fallen Apostles, who had already lost the ability to resist, was that I intended to capture the enemy's high-ranking commanders alive—let me put it this way: ever since capturing the Carlo brothers alive, I had become addicted to it. Against these mysterious Fallen Apostles brewing some earth-shattering conspiracy, one live captive was worth far more than a hundred corpses.
Not to mention that this time, we had a chance to capture an Emperor alive. That made me rather excited.
Sandora and I warped aboard an Assault Ship into the heart of the enemy formation. Since the enemy's Gravity Trap Generators and shield nodes had more or less been picked clean by the Radiant Halo, the Assault Ship could warp freely through this region. The Radiant Halo really was a wonderful thing. When picking off weakened enemies, it was practically a Meat Grinder. As the Assault Ship passed through the battlefield, I would constantly see enemy vessels beside us abruptly shrink into a tiny point before exploding into a plume of flame. Siweisi was commanding the Seventh Fleet to escort us. Before landing on that dark planet, Sandora and I had to conserve our strength as much as possible, because Harlan would not simply wait to be captured.
Fragments of warships floating