Hope had been kindled, but the war was far from over.
On the contrary, when the golden colossal gate symbolizing the true glory of the Hilling Empire slowly opened at the edge of the Solar System, and when two fleets—like mirror images of each other, yet vast enough to swallow stars—crashed together in the void, this war that would decide the fate of countless worlds truly entered its cruelest and most magnificent climax.
The overload of the Abyssal Mainframe dealt a catastrophic blow to the Abyssal Hilling Empire's combat network in this universe.
This was not merely the loss of a database or command node. It was a devastating strike against the entire network's "unified will" and "real-time synchronization" capabilities.
Deprived of the Command Network's real-time coordination and the direct dispatch of supreme authority, the Abyss Fleet's movements began to show obvious sluggishness and disorder.
Those dark-red warships that had once fought in coordination like precision gears now resembled a pack of savage beasts that had lost their alpha—still ferocious, still deadly, but when facing an opponent just as massive, armed with a complete command system and a higher technological level, their state of fighting independently became a fatal weakness.
The golden fleet seized this opportunity.
Though their warships bore an unsettling resemblance to those of the Abyss Fleet, their details revealed clear differences and... superiority.
Within the first few minutes of the exchange, the tide of battle began to tilt toward the golden fleet.
The dark-red fleet's lines were compressed and torn apart without pause. One massive warship after another became burning wreckage in the void beneath concentrated golden firepower.
However, the Abyssal Hilling Empire was, after all, a complete war civilization. After the initial chaos, a mad will forcibly seized command of every fleet.
Viska.
"Trash! You're all