"Recover all tactical fighters, Iron Will, Peakie, Frost crews to concentrate their firepower forward. Start the Fusion Strike program in a minute! ”

It's just that at the moment when the war started, the Imperial Admiral Faraday directly used the most powerful battle plan of the entire fleet. All the pilots on the bridge focused their eyes on Faraday.

"Quick!"

Faraday didn't want to elaborate on his thoughts, but simply roared to get his men to obey his commands.

The manned tactical aircraft dispatched will quickly retract the bodies of their respective battlecruisers, while the unmanned tactical aircraft will be ruthlessly abandoned - because in the face of the Star Spirit Carrier, even Gorgon, the only formed ship that can go toe-to-toe with the Star Spirit Ship, cannot be taken too lightly.

The entire crew of the Iron Will, Peaky, and Frost hit the front, blocking the attack of the Starling's carrier-based aircraft with a dense barrage. The Imperial ship behind it opened the missile bay under the ship's hull, and one fusion missile after another was launched as the simplest anti-aircraft missile.

At first, the Star Spirit cast a certain amount of contempt for these human projectile weapons, believing that they were the usual ordinary missiles that were not very powerful, but had a large range of hits. But when the first aircraft carrier was destroyed under the fusion strike cluster, the Golden Fleet, which had been corrupted but had never had an IQ destroyed, immediately adjusted.

An overwhelming array of carrier-based aircraft served as an aid to the battle, and the storm battleships of ultra-long-range firepower gunboats transformed into the main force against Gorgon.

The sudden conservative Golden Fleet gave Faraday a glimmer of hope, and a cryptic message was sent directly from Faraday's flagship.

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By the time the news of the invasion of Paradise by the Golden Fleet reached the Imperial Palace, it was already late at night. With the help of his maids, Valerian the Great, with deep wrinkles on his face and the tiredness that sleep could never wash away, withdrew his pajamas and put on his heavy and cumbersome coat, but which represented the status of an emperor.

The wise and powerful Emperor has returned.

"What's the matter? Adjutant. ”

Valerian suppressed a lingering sense of exhaustion, which was forcibly suppressed under an iron will.

"The fleet led by Admiral Faraday Corporal was routed at 'Paradise', and the latest battle reports show that four Gorgon-class battlecruisers have been destroyed."

For a moment, Valerian's shoulders were pulled down by gravity. It's not just planetary gravity, it's something in the mind that is being pried.

As an emperor, in the face of such an emergency, what he has to do is to care for his people, not his own henchmen.

"'Heaven' has gathered a full three billion people to tell me the last insight, how the Golden Fleet treats the citizens of the Empire."

"They ......" The adjutant, whose face was usually full of rigidity, was no longer rigorous, and he hesitated whether he should say everything.

"Say, I'm not my father, and I'm not going to blame the unrelated for anything from the enemy."

"They use powerful energy weapons and overwhelming fleet power to unscrupulously attack any human immigrant ship that is within sight. And they used their massive warships to directly attack the surface of 'Paradise' – a large number of innocent civilian casualties. Your Majesty. ”

The adjutant's tone was filled with sadness and sadness. For a moment, Valerian the Great's face was filled with green.

The asphalt suffocation choked the Emperor's neck, and the Emperor, who had sworn to defend freedom and equality, finally found himself unable to defend the lives of his people.

Struggling to resist the suffocation of the air, Valerian's face flushed as if he were drunk.

"We must assemble our Imperial fleet."

He finally held back this sentence.

But...... Assemble a fleet? Where to assemble from?

Across the Empire's borders, a large number of Imperial fleets were vigilant for the invasion of Astral Ships, and the huge mass gap between the fleets of human Astral Spirits meant that each aircraft carrier would need to be guarded by multiple battlecruisers to prevent them from causing too much damage. However, on top of this, the number of the Astral Fleet is still more than the human fleet in general.

It's not just the Astral Fleet, the Morbius Legion's fleet, the Kemorian Fleet, and even the wild swarms. The myriad threats strained the entire fleet protecting the borders to the extreme. Even any one of them could lead to the collapse of the entire line.

The adjutant was tempted to say that the Empire no longer had any fleet to draw from. And the human beings gathered in heaven are all brainwashed goods, the kind that can't be saved at all - but the adjutant can only think about it. Because he's just an adjutant.

"We still have the pride of Augustgrad."

Valerian said, his eyes filled with a madness called sanity.

The pride of Augustgrad was a formidable fleet guarding the capital of the Tyranid Empire, Keha, even though their ships themselves were made up of old battlecruisers. But each of them, full of things called legends. Each of them has gone through battles large and small, and finally won the highest glory of protecting the capital.

"And what about Keha? Keha is the last hope of the Empire! ”

The adjutant shouted.

Valerian glanced at his adjutant, and as an emperor, he didn't need to explain much to an adjutant. Of course, because his mind is looking for the last chance of life in the future of the entire race, he doesn't have time to talk too much about inconsequential things.

"Go down."

Valerian said. The adjutant's face instantly turned as white as paper, and finally, he retreated and left the place.

In a very short time, a large number of secret orders were issued from the palace of Augustgrad, and the last fleet that could be mobilized was sent to "Paradise", and this fleet, which had been ordered to guard Keha, left their mission objectives and went to what the Führer considered more important.

Of course, it was not only the dispatch of the fleet, but also the countless fragmentary directives that guided the vast empire in its final struggle.

This includes the industrial relocation of Keha as well as other major planets, and the unbridled expansion of the fleet's production lines. Of course, the most important thing is the relocation of the capital of the Tyranid Empire.

In front of the Golden Fleet, even with the proud protection of Augustgrad, the capital that was still like a red fruit girl was decisively abandoned by Valerian. And these commands, which were transmitted to all corners of the Tyranid Empire, were quietly monitored by the Mobis Legion.

(End of chapter)