But by then, it was already too late to turn Captain Lun Lijin's furious roar into a formal written report.
At that moment, the bridge also received the latest battle alert: a strike ship was advancing at the vessel's ten o'clock position, while farther away, a dreadnought was accelerating toward them, like a proud lion striding forward with its head held high.
Neither of those was the most urgent situation. The source of the alarm was still that "fortress wreckage" continuing forward despite taking the ship's fire. By then, the cylinder's frontal armor had been battered into a pockmarked mess, half of its external engines had been destroyed, and it had naturally slowed down, its course now veering in highly conspicuous zigzags.
If nothing unexpected happened, this terrifying "space log" should no longer have been capable of threatening the Natural Crest.
But realizing that only now was already far too late.
The assault landing craft that had been hiding behind the fortress all this time pushed their engines to maximum output one after another. They shot out from behind the ruined fortress, wrapped in light as they pounced toward the ship, like deadly arrows fired from behind a shield.
Needless to say, they had entered the ideal range for a charge. At this point, no one could stop the Blue Star Commonwealth's assault troops from becoming the first enemy soldiers to board an Imperial Titan.
This was probably also the first time in more than two hundred years that an Imperial Titan had been boarded by an enemy.
Am I making history too? Brigadier General Lun Lijin had this thought flash through his mind, and for the first time, he felt panic. Thus, the captain, who had always strictly obeyed the duchess's order—"Don't disturb me unless we're abandoning ship"—finally shouted,