Yang Xiyi certainly had no reason to refuse. Though he knew that some people might read political intent into the invitation, he still couldn't suppress his curiosity.
In fact, by then, Yang's fleet's support and medical ships had already brought medicine and supplies close to the exhausted, battered allied fleets. They had already been profoundly moved once.
"This is nothing short of a miracle."
"Yes, even more miraculous than the Ring of Miracles."
"She belongs to us, to the Blue Star Commonwealth."
"Long live Commander Yu Lian!"
Cheers filled the communication channels. It was understandable. Most of the New Shenzhou Group's personnel had once served in the Saeder garrison fleet, the main force in the Far Shore Theater. Their loyalty to their "old" commander went without saying.
Now, that "old" commander had carried out a miraculous expedition and achieved miraculous results. This Enlightener warship was a witness to countless miracles, so it was only natural that she inspired such cheers.
Yang Xiyi understood how the soldiers felt.
In fact, when he approached the colossal ship aboard a shuttle, he felt much the same. The closer he got, the more he felt the impact of the Broad Silence.
It was a dual assault on the eyes and the soul.
The ship was enormous, but she wasn't necessarily more imposing than the Empire's or the Alliance's Titans. She was even only about the size of most dreadnoughts.
And yet the Broad Silence was still the most majestic warship Yang Xiyi had ever seen, surpassing even the creations of movies and games.
Her lines were sleek and graceful, and her silver hull shimmered with a cold, proud light that was at once solemn and gentle. It combined the hard chill of metal, the mystery of a treasured artifact, and the faint glow of