That cumbersome warship was clearly neither a disguise nor some new model.
It was an outdated transport ship the military had phased out more than fifteen years ago—the White Gull Type-4.
Yet the situation was rather strange. More than thirty ships of varying sizes had gathered around it, but they alone had left an open area for this old transport ship to conduct the collision.
Mu Fan narrowed his eyes, judging the Federation's intentions.
Inside a Fifth and a Half Generation Flying Wolf destroyer nearby, a middle-aged man in a councilor's uniform stared grimly at the light screen.
Several government staff members beside him were rapidly tapping away at the control panel.
"Lord Hayman, this lightning beam barrier not only resists energy, but also provides extremely powerful defense against physical attacks," a government operator said, looking up.
His movements differed from the others'. Both hands wore simulated gravity gloves, hovering before the light screen.
It was clearly a remote synchronous control device.
"The front of the White Gull Type-4's hull has begun melting under the high temperature. Increase the impact force. The opposing force field has begun showing slight elastic contraction."
The old White Gull Type-4 transport ship had already pressed a depression into the Sky Earth Cage. That indentation, more than five meters deep, was enough to reveal certain characteristics of the barrier.
"The force field possesses bio-like activity. Powerful currents alter localized magnetic fields and produce intense scorching heat. It has the beam-like nature of a particle weapon. At present, it demonstrates excellent defense against both physical and energy attacks!"
Hearing that almost complimentary assessment, the middle-aged councilor called Hayman frowned. "I didn't ask you to praise it."
"My apologies, sir."
Hayman watched the flickering barrier with an uncertain expression, but he never gave the order for