nder Tom’s close watch, the chanical Disaster Fleet once again made a move.
At this mont, more warships of various sizes departed from the Aerospace Carrier berths, forming formations in the vast expanse of space and rushing toward the inner stellar system.
The fleet was so imnse that it stretched for tens of millions of kiloters. Countless exhaust plus ignited simultaneously, their light illuminating an entire colossal gas giant planet, then reflecting into Tom’s observation equipnt, appearing before him as bright as a star!
Even without looking at the exhaust plus, just the starlight reflected by those warships made it seem as if millions of stars had suddenly appeared in the sky, rushing toward Tom like an irresistible teor shower descending to Earth.
At this mont, even Tom, who had reached the pinnacle of Electroweak Civilization and believed he had no rival of his caliber in the entire Milky Way, felt a profound sense of awe.
Like an ant facing an elephant, like a small insect facing an eagle!
Even Tom himself couldn’t help but feel: "Using such a massive fleet to deal with is like using an anti-aircraft gun to shoot a mosquito..."
Tom knew that he absolutely could not withstand this.
Not only could he not withstand it now, but even if his fleet expanded a hundredfold, a thousandfold, he still couldn’t withstand an attack from such a massive Strong Nuclear-level fleet.
He might be able to resist a small fleet of only tens of thousands of warships by relying on sheer numbers and sacrificing casualties at all costs, but that would be his limit.
And now, the increase in numbers had led to a qualitative change—the difference being that the qualitative change occurred on the opponent’s side, and he absolutely could not resist it.
The space around a single warship is limited, which ans that no matter how many offensive thods he had, only a portion could be deployed at the sa ti and in the sa space. And this portion of attack power, facing the opponent’s warship cluster, couldn’t even break through their defenses.
Given this, the opponent could rampage through his territory, and no matter how many warships he had, they couldn’t stop them.
How could they fight this?
There was no way to fight!
Tom clearly realized this, and then, instead of fear or dread, his heart filled with excitent.
This is what I want! I need you all to deploy your entire forces and attack with all your might—only then will I have a chance!
At this mont, Tom did not retreat; instead, he pushed more combat power to the front line.
Inside the Supercomputing Mothership, information once again flashed within Akainu’s logical processing unit.
"The prey civilization has clearly resolved to make a suicidal attack. Based on this, we must be even more cautious and not allow valuable intelligent life to die easily."
...
Under the Strong Nuclear Civilization fleet’s super-strong coordinated acceleration capability, two million warships arrived outside Tom’s defensive periter in a short ti.
At this mont, the battlefield situation changed again.
But this change was not the chanical Disaster easily defeating Tom’s fleet; for a ti, Tom actually gained the upper hand!
This scene was so incredible that even Tom felt sowhat enlightened.
Tom saw that in the vast battlefield, his own warships, with lower combat power and fewer numbers, were practically pressing the chanical Disaster’s warships, furiously unleashing firepower.
anwhile, the chanical Disaster’s warships, which were more nurous and far superior in combat power, were constantly taking passive hits, almost entirely relying on their super-strong defensive capabilities to endure, virtually taking hits without retaliating.
Even when they did retaliate, it was a light launch of a few projectiles or a few laser beams, and if no results were achieved, they would imdiately stop.
In the overall war situation, Tom held a significant advantage.
However, in the details, Tom noticed many irregularities.
His own warships were indeed rarely annihilated in this stage, but...
During this period, the number of warships that had their thrusters destroyed, causing them to lose power and beco immobile; those that had their scanning radars destroyed, turning them blind and completely unable to perceive external conditions; and those that had their electromagnetic cannons destroyed, causing them to be anxious but unable to launch any attacks, increased rapidly.
Those chanical Disaster warships were indeed constantly taking passive hits and maneuvering to dodge, but almost every one of their attacks could precisely destroy an electromagnetic cannon, or destroy a radar, and so on, while preserving the warship’s hull.
They want to capture him alive!
Perhaps in their view, his clones had beco their wealth, already belonging to them.
Killing these clones would not be a loss to him, but to them!
That’s why they only attacked weapons, not warships!
In such a vast war, with millions of warships participating, enduring a sky full of artillery fire, yet having to precisely hit only weapons and not warships...
The difficulty of achieving this was countless tis higher than annihilating him.
What level of precise and superb coordination would this require? This could almost be considered walking a tightrope on a thousand-foot cliff, rather than dancing with shackles.
But even if it was walking a tightrope, the chanical Disaster had almost achieved it.
At least the current situation was rapidly tilting toward their desired outco.
The power of the chanical Disaster Fleet was once again truly displayed before Tom at this mont.
"You want to capture alive? Fine."
A cold sneer appeared at the corner of Tom’s mouth; with a hint of madness, he issued another command.
All warships still capable of maneuvering—retreat!
Retreat to a location closer to the Pegasus V342 star, closer to that planet, and gather there!
Inside the Supercomputing Mothership, information flashed again within Akainu’s logical processing unit.
"The prey civilization has begun to gather at the Main Base, suspected of preparing for a final stand.
It is important to note that large-scale suicide and self-destruction by the opponent must be avoided, as this would result in significant losses for us.
If necessary, direct military intervention can be used.
Now, the fleet advances, locking onto the opponent."
Tom retreated, and the chanical Disaster Fleet advanced.
Within this asteroid belt, both fleets maneuvered rapidly, until almost all of their combat power ca within a ten-million-kiloter radius of the rocky planet where Tom was located.
"Very good, very good—you’ve finally all arrived."
Tom decisively activated electromagnetic wave communication, broadcasting a ssage into the vast starry sky.
"Since you won’t let go, then let’s all perish together—perish together! Let everyone die! Everyone die!"
Following this slightly mad ssage, as if to cooperate with Tom’s broadcast, a tiny bright spot suddenly erupted on the surface of the enormous, dazzling Pegasus V342 star.
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