Whether the ship girl's head was hard or not didn't matter. She seemed to think ramming people with her head was great fun. As for Hao Ren, he was no longer concerned with the three pirate ships that had fallen into the planetary rift. His attention was on the white flying ship floating amid the sea of clouds, looking as though it might explode and break apart at any moment.
The ship was two sizes smaller than the Giant Turtle Rock Platform, but it still counted as a large vessel. Perhaps its massive size had given it decent protection and damage tolerance, allowing it to remain barely airborne after being bombarded by pirate ships for so long. But one look at its miserable state was enough to tell anyone—even someone thinking with a gallstone—that it wouldn't hold out much longer.
Countless huge holes had been blasted through the ship. Hissing sparks spread along metal components of unknown purpose, while white, sail-like structures drooped from both sides of the vessel. Most of them had clearly lost their actual connection to the hull, held in place only by a few remaining structures. Hao Ren had no idea what those sail-like things were for, but the countless pipes and wires severed between the "sails" and the hull made it obvious that they were incredibly important.
The ship was clearly beyond saving—unless the La Rian people had developed black technology like Nolan's, which could repair itself with nothing but a steering wheel left.
"Move in, but be careful. Don't accidentally knock them apart," Hao Ren instructed Nolan as she approached the white flying ship. "I get the feeling that thing would fall apart if someone so much as blew on it..."
Nolan adjusted her angle as instructed and cautiously drew closer to the white