On the curved planet's low orbit, the welcoming formation formed by sixty light green warships was shattered in an instant.
In the brief thirty seconds after the Moon Whisper changed, the warships, whose engines had long been preheated, simultaneously blasted orange-red flames from their sterns.
The enormous welcoming ship in the center began to move slowly, while those on both flanks...
Shot away from the main formation toward the Moon Whisper like arrows leaving the bowstring.
"Lu Lie, that bastard."
When he saw the heavy assault ships tear away their disguise, Daisen Dazhi's eyes nearly spat fire inside the bridge's command cabin.
"Just as expected, they're an ambitious pack of wolves!"
Mu Fan had been absolutely right. That seemingly harmless formation had indeed been meant to cover the two flanks.
Before his eyes, the light screen showed the distance between the two sides rapidly closing.
"Assault Ships One and Two, fire in unison."
"Assault Ships Three and Four, fire in unison."
"Firepower Units One and Two, long-range suppression."
Councilor Lu's flagship remained where it was and did not follow the ships charging out.
At his side, an icy-eyed officer commanded the warships' fire with rigid arrogance.
His orders left his mouth with precision at specific moments, while the weapons operators behind him remained utterly unruffled.
His uniform was completely different from the Bapang uniforms worn by Councilor Lu's side, and at this moment, his bearing even overshadowed Councilor Lu's.
Under his command, the warships rushing out maintained a strict formation without the slightest disorder.
Particle cannons extending from the ships' lower hulls emitted wave after wave of dazzling purple light.
Clusters of scorching energy streaked through space, descending like dense raindrops upon the withered-yellow Moon Whisper.
A required skill for high-ranking commanders—predictive fire.
It was now being displayed without