Sanhe Sen, Master of Wild Speculation

"Paris, you idiot!"

Seeing the footage transmitted before him, Sanhe Sen was beside himself with rage.

Just moments ago, he had realized that the enemy seemed to be deliberately compressing the screening fleet's formation, and the large-scale superweapon from earlier immediately came to mind, filling him with dread.

But by the time he was about to warn Paris not to fall for it, it was already too late.

Watching as ninety percent of the remaining warships in the screening fleet were swept up in that attack, Sanhe Sen cursed Paris's incompetence on the bridge, railing at him for failing to see through such a simple tactic, completely forgetting that he himself had only just realized it—and even

a little later than Paris had.

At the very least, Paris had already caught on and was ordering the fleet to disperse.

"Commander, the enemy—"

"The enemy what?"

"The one that launched the attack this time wasn't that warship. It was the Super-giant Combat Vehicle that flew out of it!"

The aide at his side had felt that something was off from the very beginning, but only realized what it was now. He immediately reminded Sanhe Sen.

"Get lost! Do you think I'm blind? Do I need you to point that out?"

Though that was what Sanhe Sen said, in reality—

Damn, if my subordinate hadn't mentioned it, I really wouldn't have noticed. Preconceptions really do screw people over!

But then again, could that Combat Vehicle unleash such a super attack as well?

Or had the initial attack been launched by this vehicle while it was still inside the warship?

No matter what, that warship and the Super-giant Combat Vehicle posed far too great a threat. They had to be separated from the Crete main fleet from the outset.

"Order the encirclement group