Yu Lian said that he and the Emperor had been fighting for nearly the whole day, and he still wanted to keep going.
Of course, setting aside their personal grudge, this thing—somewhere between a Void beast and a mechanical puppet—would become the source of rifts between the two realms as long as it remained in this star system. Given enough time, this system, home to nearly a trillion people, would be tainted by the empyrean and turned into a barren wasteland of chaos.
He glanced toward Dragonreach Palace. At a distance measured in astronomical units, even his eyesight could no longer make out the Imperial Palace's original form. But he clearly saw several cities close by on the outer ring erupting in flames.
He could even hear the desperate screams of innocent civilians.
Yu Lian hung suspended in the cold sea of stars, his gaze shifting between the colossal steel behemoth and the distant imperial capital. He was sure that this twisted, evil monstrosity had to be eliminated. But though that much was clear, how to fight it was a matter well worth debating.
He rapidly weighed several possible assault plans.
Attacking the behemoth directly was certainly the most straightforward approach. Its impenetrable barrage and thick armor were an insurmountable barrier to warships and fighters, but they would never stop him.
But even if he broke through its armor, the mass of chaotic empyrean flesh beneath would be even more difficult to control.
In short, they either had to find a way to banish it to the empyrean, or hit it with a saturated assault.
Just as he hesitated, a streak of light flashed in from afar, nimbly dodging the energy aftershocks scattering in every direction as it raced toward him.
Yu Lian looked closely and saw that it was