"Madman!"
"You're completely insane! You bastard!"
Within the communications channel of the Galactic Empire's Seventh Fleet,
all manner of terrified roars and pleas intertwined into chaotic, deafening noise.
The captains of the Cruisers, frigates, and Destroyers caught within the Galaxy Gun's range
looked at the energy-gathering Bismarck-class Dreadnought and nine Scabro-class Battleships, their faces filled with fury and despair.
"Admiral!"
"Please stop immediately! I repeat, stop charging!"
"Or give us enough time to evade!"
However,
Admiral Morrison, within the Bismarck-class Dreadnought's command center,
seemed unable to hear any of it.
His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the thousand-plus approaching golden streaks of light on the screen.
The muscles in his face twisted viciously, like a beast driven into a corner.
"Fire!"
"Open fire the moment charging is complete!"
Morrison roared hysterically, spittle flying from his mouth.
There was none of his usual elegance or arrogance left.
"For the glory of the Galactic Empire, for the extermination of these monsters, necessary sacrifices are worth it!"
As long as they won this battle, there would be plenty of excuses afterward.
Surely any judge or superior who saw the battle recordings would understand him.
Those beings could fight cosmic warships with their individual strength.
Soon,
the Bismarck-class Dreadnought and the nine Scabro-class Battleships stationed at different positions
all saw their main cannons bloom with silver-white radiance that pierced the darkness.
The energy fluctuations were enough to make the stars tremble.
The next instant,
ten silver-white beams more than a hundred meters in diameter erupted forth.
This was the Galactic Empire's strongest conventional weapon, the Galaxy Gun.
Its power was sufficient to pierce through and destroy a moon-sized celestial body in an instant.
Everything in its path, whether cosmic dust or allied warships that had failed to escape in time, was vaporized in an