The Imperium Awoke from a Nightmare

I don't know, I don't know. My traits are wonderful.

Lin En stood at the center of the bridge. The tremendous psychic power extracted from his body transformed into Golden Light that swirled around him, faster and denser with every passing moment.

Face! The! Gale! Head-on!!!

Psychic Storm plus Machine Spirit Resonance.

Open!

A little opening doesn't count as opening~

Why can't the commander personally enter the fray? No one said Yellow Pelt was breaking the rules when he personally entered the fray!

Open, open, open! As long as it doesn't kill me, I'll use it to the death!

The Machine Spirit took the front while the fleet's firepower swept across the battlefield.

Lin En raised both hands and pushed forward. [Psychic Storm], activate!

It was as though he intended to overturn the entire stretch of deep space.

The seed of the Psychic Storm flew from his palm.

The psychic power throughout his body surged like floodwater released from a dam. He could not restrain it at all; every last bit poured toward the front.

The lights on the bridge flashed in unison, and even a portion of the electrical power was drained away.

Kill!!!

Every drone, combat craft, cruiser turret, and missile rack that could still move simultaneously entered maximum output. Their firepower hammered into the densest parts of the swarm like torrential rain.

Then.

An all-encompassing storm swept across the Hive Fleet.

How could there be wind in space?

At first, it was only a tiny stream.

A faint golden current appeared out of thin air.

It was as light as a bubble rising from the depths of the sea, like a soft wisp of someone's sigh.

Then it transformed!

A! Great! Vortex!!!

The current spun faster and grew larger and larger. At its center was something like