Chapter 287: The Elegy of the Trisolaran Warship

Another 10 minutes had passed, and the Human Pulsar-class Warships had closed the distance with the Trisolaran Interstellar Fleet to less than 10 million kilometers.

The Trisolarans still had no clue what Humanity's ultimate weapon was, and this unknown brought fear and pressure, making them extremely anxious.

What drove the Trisolarans further into despair was that, despite their continuous attacks during this period, every assault on the Human Pulsar-class Warships had been utterly ineffective, as if all their attacks simply vanished into nothingness.

This sense of powerlessness, unable to touch the enemy, plunged the Trisolarans into complete panic and terror.

...

Trisolaran world.

The Leader (No. 7)'s voice also carried a hint of panic, something never seen from him before, "I cannot believe in such a defense, as if the Human Warships are not even in the same space as us."

This statement seemed to remind the Science Governor, "Could this possibly be a kind of spatial defense technology? Meaning our attacks aren't disappearing, but are being diverted in some way.

"Our Spatial Distortion Engines have a similar effect. When space is distorted, any attack will follow the curvature of space and thus be deflected.

"But Humanity's technology goes far beyond this; we have detected no signs of spatial distortion. I have a theory that humans may be using some method to connect two pieces of space.

"When an attack reaches the first piece of space, it's as if it goes through a wormhole, directly to the second space. The only thing is, wormhole technology would cause space to bend, and this technology does not."

Military Governor, "It's too incredible to believe that humans could master such a technology!

"This is a technology not even we possess, and even our current theoretical reserves do not support this technology! How can we counter it?"

Science Governor, "If it is indeed this technology, then it must have a weakness. This technology can only defend from one direction, and cannot defend from the side or rear, which we can test out.

"What's more important now is, why would they want to get so close to us? This mode of operation, it's like a naval torpedo attack."

Military Governor, "It's very clear now; humans are conducting a torpedo attack, and their 'torpedoes' have been released. We just don't know yet how powerful their explosion will be."

Science Governor, "This is also something we find incomprehensible. In space, any explosive energy dissipates exponentially.

"So if the Human 'torpedo' is a super bomb, its power will hardly harm us. So what's the meaning of such an attack?

"In space, only directed energy and kinetic weapons have power; using explosions as a method in space is entirely futile."

The Leader seemed to suddenly realize something, breaking out in a cold sweat, "No, there is one kind of weapon capable of such power. We should have thought of it when humans captured the Waterdrop.

"We also possess this weapon, but we always believed that humanity couldn't research it so quickly!"

The Science Governor also seemed to suddenly think of something terrible, his complexion changed dramatically, and he exclaimed in shock, "How is it possible for human scientific progress to be so rapid!

"If it is that kind of weapon, our large fleet that took a hundred years to build may be completely destroyed. This will become the most devastating defeat in the history of the Trisolaran civilization.

"Although we have infinite energy, many resources are non-renewable. We can build fleets of this scale at most twice.

"If this fleet is entirely destroyed, what will we do? What will become of Trisolaris's future?"

The Leader closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "The situation is decided, beyond redemption; we have already failed.

"Now, we can only do our utmost to protect the 100 warships far from the fleet and order them to leave the Solar System at the highest speed.

"Let's hope on their course, they won't encounter Lin Sen's ambushes again.

"As for the 600 warships on the Periphery of the Solar System, with the current situation, they have already fallen into the trap of special Human Warships; there is no hope for escape.

"With the absolute defense of these Human Warships, plus the kind of destructive weapons they have, even if we were to confront them head-on, the odds are not great.

"What's more, Lin Sen has been secretly planning this for decades. The entire campaign has been a trap he designed from the start. All we have seen is bait, meticulously arranged to lead us step by step into the abyss.

"We don't deserve to win; underestimating humanity was our biggest mistake.

"In this battle, we... have... failed again!"

"Humanity... has risen! We need to plan for the future of Trisolaris!"

In the hall, every Trisolaran's eyes revealed deep defeat. They were filled with bitterness, as Trisolarans had once again lost the future of their civilization.

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Another seven minutes passed, which felt like an eternity to the Trisolarans.

Although the Trisolaran Interstellar Fleet was frantically fleeing in all directions, the average distance of each Human Pulsar-class Warship from their respective Trisolaran Warships was also no more than 3 million kilometers.

The Trisolarans had a premonition that Humanity was about to reveal their true trump card.

Suddenly, the Human Pulsar-class Warships pursuing the Trisolaran Fleet disappeared in an instant, replaced by an unimaginably powerful energy field that spread rapidly in all directions.

A second had passed, and there seemed to be no significant changes on the battlefield, yet the tense atmosphere was brewing silently.

Five seconds had passed, and the battlefield still maintained its superficial calm. But everyone's nerves were taut as if they could hear the heartbeat echoing in the silence, making the entire battlefield all the more silent.

After ten seconds, several Trisolaran Warships close to the Human Pulsar-class Warships seemed to be touched by an imperceptible force.

Without any warning, making no sound, they simply vanished into the vast universe as if gently devoured by the dark sea of stars, leaving behind an even deeper night sky.

Fifteen seconds had passed, and a similar scene played out on a large scale within the Trisolaran Fleet. Warships after warships quietly disappeared in this star region, as if being erased one by one by some mysterious force, without leaving a trace.

Twenty seconds had passed, and a full five hundred Trisolaran Warships dissolved into space, silently vanishing into the vast cosmos. Their once lively presence now seemed like an illusion, with all traces wiped away, turning into an insignificant wisp of dust in the universe.

The battlefield fell silent once more, as if even the universe was mourning for this conflict.

The same scene was repeated at the Periphery of the Solar System.

Not one of those six hundred Trisolaran Warships could escape the fate of destruction. In an instant, they were completely crushed by Humanity's special weapon, similarly turning into cosmic dust.

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The Trisolarans fell into an abyss of despair unprecedented. They had once firmly believed that their technological power could conquer everything, but at this moment, this unquestioning confidence was shattered by the cruel reality.

They seemed to be frozen in place, their souls enveloped by endless fear and helplessness. The sight before them was unbearable; the thousand warships that were their pride were now just cosmic dust.

The Trisolarans had been striving for this moment for 300 years, working diligently for three centuries. They had exerted their utmost, investing countless resources and sparking a technological revolution, to finally forge this massive and impressive super fleet.

These thousand warships represented the pinnacle of Trisolaran technology and carried their grand dreams and steadfast beliefs of conquering the sea of stars, each one a microcosm of the Trisolaran civilization's indomitable spirit of resistance.

But the harshness of reality far exceeded their imaginations. All their efforts seemed to have been mercilessly destroyed in an instant, reduced to the fragility of a burst bubble.

In the past 200 cycles of Trisolaran civilization, no doubt this cycle was the closest to success. However, only now did they realize they were the farthest from it.

What was even more heartbreaking for the Trisolarans was that nearly a hundred million Trisolaran compatriots' lives were aboard those thousand warships. They had embarked on this path through the sea of stars with beautiful wishes, carrying curiosity and the urge to conquer unknown worlds.

But now, their lives had been devoured by the silent and cold space, forever disappearing into the dark universe.

Nearly a hundred million human lives perished under the Trisolaran attack, and now, Humanity responded in the same way, laying to rest a hundred million Trisolarans in the Solar System.

Whether for Humanity or Trisolarans, the casualty numbers were in the billions. Yet in this vast and boundless universe, even such colossal losses may be just like a speck of dust, insignificant and trivial.

This confirmed, once again, the indifference and brutality of the universe. Against such a backdrop, both Humanity and Trisolarans seemed insignificant, as if they could be engulfed at any moment by the universe's merciless torrents.

This perhaps is the true reflection of the Battle of Dust!

Countless sacrifices and efforts,

now seem utterly meaningless.

God has forsaken the Trisolarans!

This is the Trisolarans' lament,

a tragic symphony about shattered dreams and efforts gone to waste.