Chapter 488: Ch
In a desperate move, they had deployed a swarm of nearly five hundred thousand light and heavy starfighters and mechs, sweeping across the void like a plague of locusts.
Yet the Celestial Void Fleet had repelled the entire wave by deploying a mere fifty thousand fighters and mechs. Even while outnumbered one to ten, the Void forces completely dominated the engagement—looking like majestic dragons ripping through a tide of fragile beasts.
Because of this, the casualties suffered by the Republic side were agonizingly one-sided, shattering the morale of the high command and leaving the aristocratic officers completely paralyzed with fear.
In the first hour alone, the Republic had lost about two hundred and fifty thousand mechs and starfighters combined—bringing their total loss count to fifty percent on the dot, and the casualties were rising by the second.
What drove the Republic forces to a mix of agonizing pain, terror, and blinding rage was the fact that they hadn’t been able to kill or destroy a single Celestial Void Fleet starfighter or mech.
Whenever a group of Republic fighters or mechs—after suffering severe casualties—finally managed to corner an enemy unit, strip away its seemingly indestructible energy shields, and punch holes through its heavy armor, they thought victory was at hand.
But just as they prepared to deliver the finishing blow, or called in supporting fire from their capital ships, the heavily damaged Void craft would suddenly vanish using some unknown technique.
Slipping away in the blink of an eye, it would reappear far in the background and safely retreat to the rear guard.
The Republic pilots could only grit their teeth in sheer frustration before turning to target another enemy. But their nightmare didn’t end there.
Just a few minutes later, the exact same Void starfighter or mech would rejoin the fray, completely repaired and restored to full combat capability, immediately resuming its rampage through their formations.
This endless cycle of destruction and miraculous recovery was slowly driving everyone—from the officers inside the command room to the pilots fighting in the mech and fighter legions—to the brink of helpless madness.
Looking at the tactical report, the officers could only grit their teeth and rejoin the fray, desperately trying to gain any kind of momentum.
Tactical Report
[Republic Fleet Strength; 200,000 Ships Remaining ~35% of fleet has suffered serious shield damage (retreating to rear lines; numbers increasing every minute)
Republic Mech & Starfighter Legion; 250,000 Remaining 50% Casualties (and rising steadily)
Celestial Void Grand Fleet; 10,000 Ships / ~50,000 Mechs & Fighters 0 Confirmed Kills / Enemy Losses
"Dammit! This is absurd!" shouted High Admiral Vane of the Jakoo Household—a prominent aristocratic faction ranked just below the Four Supreme Families.
He couldn’t believe the holographic report floating across the strategic table, shouting in disbelief, "How can a mere ten thousand ships push against our force of over two hundred thousand?! Dammit, I told you all that we should press them with our numbers instead of playing defense! Our targeting systems are back online and stabilized—we should charge ahead and crush them all at once!"
He roared as he pointed an accusing finger at Grand Admiral Kai. Other aristocratic admirals and nobles around the table glared at Kai with undisguised resentment. To them, this was not how the battle was supposed to go. Completely unable to gauge the true combat power of the Celestial Void Grand Fleet, they blamed the Grand Admiral’s defensive strategy for these disastrous losses.
"With all due respect, Lord Vane, it should be glaringly clear to you and everyone in this room that our numbers mean nothing more than a minor inconvenience to our foe," Kai said, locking his hands together over the tactical table as he looked around at the assembled nobles.
As a hardened veteran who had fought through numerous galactic conflicts—and even helped repel a low-category invasion tide originating from a Radiant Star System wormhole—Kai understood the true nature of power. Those wormhole beasts had been terrifying due to their sheer numbers, but the enemy standing before them now was something far worse.
Even with a vast armada under his command, Kai could see no path to victory—and he knew their chances of even holding the current battle line were dwindling by the minute.
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"The attack power of their weapon systems alone is something our vast fleet is unable to defend against properly," Kai continued. He added under his breath, "No matter how poorly built most of our ships are..."
Raising his voice again, he said, "A few direct hits are more than enough to tear our shield integrity to pieces. If not for my rotation system pulling compromised vessels to the rear, we wouldn’t even know how many of our ships had already sunk!"
Kai delivered the line in one breath, causing the faces of the assembled nobles to turn sour. It was the absolute truth, and every single one of them—save for the actual veteran officers in the room—felt deeply humiliated.
These aristocratic lords firmly believed that their family fleets, built with the finest publicly available technology and fitted with grand, luxurious facilities, were top-of-the-line. The realization that their prized vessels couldn’t even serve as an effective defensive wall was infuriating. They felt as though Kai were personally mocking them. Though they refrained from throwing an open tantrum, their resentment toward the Grand Admiral surged.
Kai couldn’t care less about their petty hostility; curbing their blind arrogance was the only way to prevent everyone in this room from losing their lives.
"On top of that," Kai pressed on, "their starfighters and mechs are not only many times faster than our own, but their destructive capabilities are unmatched. To even severely damage a single one of their units, we lose nearly two dozen or more of our own fighters and mechs combined—only for the enemy to escape, repair, and return minutes later to resume their killing spree. This proves that their control systems and mid-battle repair capabilities are just as formidable as their weapons tech—"
"Stop repeating what we already know, Grand Admiral!" Vane snapped, stepping forward to rebuke Kai.
Before he could continue his rant, red tactical alarms blared loudly across the command bridge. The holographic map automatically zoomed out, revealing a sudden, massive shift in the Void Human fleet’s movement—causing the expressions of everyone in the room to instantly pale.
While they were arguing, the Grand Fleet of the Lance of the Void had been quietly executing a slow, relentless pincer movement against both the port and starboard flanks of the Republic formation. Only now were the Republic’s sensors finally picking up on it.
[ALERT: Heavy movement of enemy ships on port and starboard flanks.]
[ALERT: Enemy ships closing in fast.]
Yet this warning alone wasn’t what paralyzed the command bridge with fear. What truly horrified them was that, in that exact second, hundreds of Republic capital ships were erased instantly.
The stable front line they had fought so hard to maintain was blasted wide open. Massive gaps torn through their formation sent the vanguard tumbling into complete chaos. This sudden collapse wasn’t isolated to the center—it was happening simultaneously across both the port and starboard flanks.
In a single moment, their entire frontline structure was dismantled, plunging the fleet into widespread panic.
Before anyone could comprehend the initial blow, another warning chime rang out:
[ALERT: Enemy starfighters and mechs closing in on the front line.]
Quickly followed by another:
[ALERT: Friendly starfighter and mech forces have suffered critical damage and are in full retreat.]
This was the final nail in the coffin. A few noble officers lost their balance and fell straight out of their command chairs onto the hard floor. The rest didn’t even bother to look down; their eyes remained glued to the tactical holomap as the Void Humans unleashed an entirely new tier of destructive firepower. The sight left the bridge completely speechless.
Even Grand Admiral Kai turned pale. "Dammit! They’re trying to box us in from three sides! This is bad!"
Recovering his composure, Kai roared out orders across the comms: "Move ships from the midline forward immediately! Stabilize the formation! Missile cruisers in the back line, launch a saturation bombardment! Slow down the enemy advance and buy us time to rebuild the front line!
"Starfighters and mechs, take cover among the ships in the central line and launch harassing attacks! Keep the enemy fighters away from our capital ships at all costs! Frigates and assault ships, screen the battlecruisers and battleships! Assist our fighter divisions and bring down those Void craft!"
Kai threw every countermeasure he knew into stabilizing the frontline and preventing the enemy fighters from spreading further chaos. But against the overwhelming momentum and tight tactical coordination of the Lance of the Void Grand Fleet, his efforts were like throwing sheets of paper into a raging furnace.
Against such raw, absolute power.....