Rels's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief!
He had even revealed his backup plan, so why was this guy not worried at all?
Could it be that Rabi Star was not their current main base?
It seemed he had miscalculated?
"Young Lord, Rabi Star...?"
"Don't worry, Uncle Xiwet. It's only half a starfield fleet. It poses no threat to Rabi Star at all!"
"This..."
"Put it this way: forget half a starfield fleet—even all nine starfield fleets of the Cassano Starfield coming together would be useless!"
Lance said with complete confidence.
Xiwet was deeply puzzled, but Lance did not seem to be bluffing, so he could only choose to believe him.
"Uncle Xiwet, can you get these three starfield fleets under control?"
"That shouldn't be a problem. The situation here hasn't been transmitted yet. Young Lord, you can first lead the fleet back some distance. Then, under the pretext of Rels's orders, I'll summon all fleet-level commanders to the flagship for a meeting. Once they're all captured, I'll order the entire fleet to surrender. There shouldn't be much resistance!"
Lance nodded.
As long as those suicidal nobles were no longer there causing trouble, given the combat strength he had displayed earlier, the others probably would not resist a surrender order from "Rels"!
"Good, we'll do that. Once it's over, Lucas, bring Uncle Xiwet to the Rose!"
"Yes, Leader!"
The entire operation went exceptionally smoothly. After Lance ordered the fleet to cease fire and withdraw, Xiwet immediately issued orders in Rels's name, demanding that all fleet-level commanders gather aboard the flagship for a combat conference!
Such a practice would have been extremely strange within either the Rose Fleet or the Federal Fleet!
After all, what era was this? Why would everyone still have to gather in person for a combat