It turned out that the Blizzard was worthy of being the latest Sky-class battleship, and, once its commander was discounted, its crew were indeed among the Empire's finest—and the best in the universe. Surrounded by a dazzling crystal storm that blotted out the sky, the "frail" cruiser seemed liable to be swallowed up at any moment. Yet she continued to soar through the heavens, proud as a phoenix wreathed in flame.
Unceasing streams of fire pierced the crystal dust like arrows, setting off explosion after explosion and adding the color of flames to the multicolored crystal storm.
The crew of the Blizzard might never have faced an enemy like this before. Now they were focused entirely on retreating, and had almost forgotten that, dangerous as the situation looked, their ship had yet to suffer any damage.
If a cruiser could hold its own so steadily, then the Throne, a dreadnought, had even less to worry about. No matter what, even a half-health dreadnought with half its firepower was still a dreadnought!
In fact, Yu Lian had always known that the greatest threat posed by space crystal swarms to warships was their long-range impact attacks, in which they turned themselves into enormous orbital projectiles. But such attacks, like a psychic's ultimate technique, needed time to charge and space to accelerate. If you suddenly closed to short range, you deprived them of their most powerful weapon.
Of course, at close to medium range these "creatures" could also use their crystal bodies to absorb space radiation, convert it into energy, and fire electrical attacks. But in terms of power, those attacks were still inferior to the third-tier close-defense secondary guns mounted along a dreadnought's sides. They couldn't threaten a dreadnought's armor or shields.
So the Scarlet Throne drove its much larger hull forward,