In the Pluto region, the war between the Solar Fleet and the Celestial Fleet gradually reached a fever pitch.
At Lox's command, the nano swarm, held back as a trump card, poured forth like a galaxy spilling across the ground.
These human creations from the age of dark technology devoured starlight. The frequency of their wings resonated with the wails of dying warships, weaving silvery carpets of death across enemy shields.
More often than not, attacks on the microscopic scale were deadlier and more effective than enemies on the macroscopic scale.
Cassandra commanded the Celestial Fleet to launch a direct assault, charging into the Solar Fleet's tightly organized web of firepower.
In this brutal meat grinder of a battle, countless warships belonging to the Celestial faction became drifting dust and wreckage in space.
Within just a few hours, the Solar Fleet and Pluto's orbital defense systems had annihilated more than a fifth of the Celestial Fleet.
Naturally, humanity had paid a grievous price as well.
Yet the enemy seemed insane, utterly unafraid of its own casualties.
Their warships tangled with the Solar Fleet, dragging both sides into the terrifying abyss of close-range boarding combat.
The Crimson Fist's main cannon pierced the protection of the opposing flagship's energy shield, inflicting massive damage within the Final Judgment.
Yet there was only one opportunity. The other Celestial warships acted as if they did not fear death, using their own hulls as cover and forcibly shoving the Crimson Fist off course.
The price was that four Celestial warships were reduced to blazing ash beneath the Crimson Fist's ferocious bombardment.
The nano swarm continued multiplying madly. Their numbers grew ever greater, gradually burrowing through the energy shields and reaching the warships' metal armor.
Without the systematic protection of energy shields, even hardened alloy armor could