All the intelligence on the Great Khan-especially every scrap of data on its overwhelming swarms of low-quality warships-was displayed on the screen.
Rows of senior officials sat in the command center, their expressions grave as they watched Xi Yan's virtual form speak from the podium.
Fuming, Xi Yan pressed his hands against the table and pointed at the data, pouring out his grievances to the senior officials from Military Headquarters seated in the front rows.
"Look at these junk heaps! Weld three iron rods to two asteroids, shove a reactor inside, shove thrusters inside, shove a combat computer inside, slap on the Great Khan's Custom Weapon Slots, then pour in a little psionic power-bam! A battleship!"
"And you're telling me these fucking junk heaps, ships so awful they'd make the Omnissiah cough up blood, can fight proper battleships and actually win?"
Xi Yan looked utterly anguished. "This is the power of the Shroud, the power of a wheelchair! And what we have to do is muster our entire nation's strength to fight that psionic wheelchair!"
"Whatever the case, we now have battleship technology, and the Lost Empire has also provided us with Titan and Citadel technology. Engineering department, get as many shipyards built as possible, and fast!"
"There isn't enough time to upgrade our Star Fortresses into Citadels and then install Titan Shipyards," Beta said after running the calculations.
"Of course I know there isn't enough time. So forget Titans for now. We'll focus on building battleships."
Xi Yan gritted his teeth. "Academy of Sciences! Send out our best scientists immediately and apply the Lost Empire's repeatable technology to our weapons!"
"And then-"
He took a deep breath, his gaze radiating immense authority.
"Activate the [Cosmogenesis] agenda. We can begin cosmogenesis ascension!"
"Synthetic ascension is almost complete, and we can't