Yet, despite the situation before them, the surprise of every officer and crew member on the bridge lasted only an instant. At most, they were momentarily puzzled; not one of them was even particularly shocked.
"What incredible range!" Eleanor exclaimed with genuine admiration.
"So the Abyssal Dragon and the Twilight Dragon are different. It isn't equipped with high-powered positron cannons or railguns, but with lances," Deng Zhengqing said. "We'll need to update the database."
"Intelligence has done very well. At least we can confirm that this is a Twilight Dragon-class," the senior student mused.
"The Empire doesn't intend to use it to besiege the fortress. It's going to strike first in a fleet engagement." Captain Nemo was quite reliable when he wasn't being a buffoon. At the very least, his judgment was worthy of a battle-hardened veteran officer.
"But that makes it little more than a giant arsenal ship. I thought they'd had enough of those."
"A giant arsenal ship with enhanced defenses and long-range travel capabilities, yes. The two Twilight Dragon-class ships were already under construction before the war, after all. They couldn't just cancel them."
"Yes, I heard the Imperial bastards have canceled quite a few of their original shipbuilding plans. Their losses have been on every front."
"Let's cherish this moment. We're probably facing the least-produced Titan in galactic history."
As they discussed the matter, purple lightning finally flashed along the apparently unguarded flank of the Silent.
The attack came from the Imperial fleet, which had moved tens of millions of kilometers away from the fortress and taken up a flanking position.
They had already split their forces once. The battlecruisers and carrier groups had quietly separated from the main fleet, making a tactical maneuver similar to their enemy's. The top-heavy Twilight Dragon-class Titan at their head