"Quite bold."
Sha Heyin stood with his hands behind his back atop the bridge command platform, watching Shura tear through the air.
His face was cold and indifferent.
He possessed thirty years of border combat experience.
He had led forces against SS-grade mechas no fewer than five times.
Otherwise, why would an unrestrained organization like Solomon never dare cause trouble in the Federation's central region?
His gaze fell on the first light screen to his left.
"Prepare the Mirror Flower Particle Cannon for charging. Cover Battlefield One in fifteen seconds."
"Yes."
Behind him, the colonel-ranked adjutant answered coldly.
The Mirror Flower Particle Cannon's refracted particle torrent was enough to pierce the defenses of any warship below Tier 9.
Sha Heyin's order meant that in fifteen seconds, everyone on Battlefield One, friend or foe, would be vaporized.
A terrifying energy vortex lit up within the cannon muzzle, which resembled a giant lotus, and the surrounding space began to distort.
This was the first time in a century that a Tier-9 Warship had officially opened fire on Capital Star.
Layers of fleets converged in the sky.
"Get the hell—"
"Out of my way!"
Shura swung the Blood Hell Blade's sheath heavily forward.
In an instant, a grim will carrying terrifying black aura burst from the blade.
It swelled with the wind into a colossal hundred-meter blade and cleaved forward with a thunderous roar.
More than a dozen warships engaged in a frenzied firefight were pierced through by the Blade Light and exploded violently.
A heavy artillery ship aimed straight at Shura.
A lieutenant colonel wore a savage expression. "Even if he's some heavenly king, taking a hit at this range won't leave him unscathed."
"I refuse to believe this shit today."
One second, two seconds...
"Plasma Bomb compression at 100%!"
"Compression