When another ancient battleship launched its charge, the special carrier Pilgrim had cautiously moved behind a dwarf planet, only fifteen million kilometers from the battlefield.
The planet had less than half the mass of Ceres, but it was still large enough to shield the Pilgrim. The entire crew held their breath behind the tiny celestial body, watching the Tiyangkai sweep across the starfield before their very eyes, like a mighty host of iron knights on the march.
...Of course, given that these space behemoths were moving in a way that seemed less like advanced animals and more like a swarm of oversized locusts, the sight was all the more ferocious.
The crew watched the scene without fear, and certainly without feeling small or insignificant. Under the psychic influence of the Skywhale, they still regarded the striding Tiyangkai as their comrades-in-arms. Their hearts still brimmed with a willingness to die alongside them for the holy old Buddha, the Skywhale.
They were still under the influence of the Skywhale's psychic power.
Of course, that might have been because the soldiers aboard the dragon ship were all battle-hardened elites, for whom obeying orders was second nature. Or perhaps the psychic array had begun operating on its own, offering some resistance to this broad-ranging mental influence. It was also possible that a certain omniscient, omnipotent, and benevolent robot lady's repairs to the dragon ship had helped.
In any case, although the Earth soldiers aboard the ship were stirred up, they could still keep their emotions in check and remain reasonably calm until the commander or captain gave an order.
The captain said, "That impact just now definitely damaged the ghost ship's hull."
Yu Lian turned around. "Oh?"
The captain continued, "The energy-radiation sensors picked up a sharp temperature change at that location, along with