In any case, King Sorein's orders finally brought a little relief to the overwhelmed Imperial military commanders. It turned out that as long as they were united in purpose, the elite Imperial troops could carry out complex fleet maneuvers even while facing the enemy's overwhelming barrage.
The fleet under King Sorein's command began spreading out in every direction. This opened a path for the Tirillo ship Yongjin to retreat, while also forming a defensive line in front of the Xiaolong.
At last, the Imperial forces could breathe a little easier.
Seeing the enemy take up such a formation, the Commonwealth fleet to the front gradually ceased firing and began withdrawing step by step. Even the various fighters locked in a deadly dance at point-blank range spat at one another and reluctantly broke formation.
Watching his subordinates carry out such polished fleet maneuvers, the young King Sorein sighed with the air of an old man once more. "I chose the Xiaolong as my flagship because I valued its firepower. I wanted to race across the stars, to use the 'Dragon's Roar' to destroy every enemy. But in the end, I can only cower behind my subordinates."
The Titan's design was far too specialized. It was meant to operate surrounded by a large fleet. Destroying enemies was one thing; racing across the stars was just wishful thinking.
As the chief of staff considered this, he said, "I think you should be proud of your composure. If you'd gotten carried away by the Dawn Dragon's assault just now, our situation might not have been any better than the Yongjin's."
"I told you, old man, you're not very good at comforting people... Wait, are you saying I was one of his targets too?"
"That's only my guess. But if the enemy thought to use