Yu Lian knew perfectly well how much he looked like a charlatan right now. He also knew that the soldiers on the bridge were looking at him as if they were practically on a pilgrimage. But this was hardly the time to bask in his own glory.
"Range 0.12, X712, V877. Main guns, fire!"
The orbital shells fired by the Starrealm Knights were extraordinarily accurate—or perhaps the enemy Imperial warships seemed to be maneuvering into their paths of their own accord.
The Candle King-class ship was immediately set ablaze, half of her forward main guns blown away. She had no choice but to shift her badly wounded hull, trembling as she moved aside.
It was a tactical maneuver in accordance with Imperial Space Fleet regulations, but it had indeed forced her to give ground.
"Positron cannons, X413, G788. Three volleys!"
The energy surge gathered into a deadly storm vortex, setting a battlecruiser ablaze before it could dodge. Two heavy cruisers and a light cruiser were even directly disintegrated into particles.
In that instant, Yu Lian felt a fleeting wave of heat, along with the fear and despair of the Imperial soldiers vaporized in it as they faced death.
At that moment, it seemed as though everything in the surrounding reaches of space had fallen within his perception.
Yu Lian finally understood. In his previous life, what had it been like when Miss Berenkest buffed the entire Alliance fleet by herself? Only, back then, Miss Berenkest had already reached the ninth ring and could personally command all the great fleets. He, on the other hand, was merely an ordinary seventh-ring "Starseer." Coordinating a few dreadnoughts was already the very limit of what he could manage.
At any rate, he had to give special thanks to the Balance, the bucket-shaped ship. It