Chapter 406: Mountain and Three-Body's Desperate Impact

The newly emerged ocean of warships and the Guardians' desperate fights continued fiercely, like a superstorm sweeping across every inch of space and shaking everyone's soul.

The battle instantly erupted to its peak; amidst continuous artillery fire, various forms of energy beams, like dragons, traveled through the void. They not only destroyed warships but also left twisted spatial cracks along their paths.

These cracks, like black fissures, stood out starkly against the backdrop of the universe, continuously spreading and expanding, fracturing the originally smooth space into disarray.

As the battle escalated, the distortion and deformation of space became even more severe. In certain areas, space seemed to be kneaded and compressed by some mysterious force, forming bizarre twisted shapes.

Warships conducted light-speed jumps in such spaces, each jump was a gamble of life and death, filled with unknowns and dangers but also brimming with a desire for victory.

A day later, the Guardian's concealed warships had silently reached behind the fleet of Mountain and Trisolaris, but only four warships appeared.

These four warships formed a Plowing Court Team and charged directly at the fleet of Mountain and Trisolaris from behind.

The original twelve warships, with one still surrounded by Human Warships and three anchored and randomly deploying. At this moment, the Human Warships were like being stuck in a giant passage, and naturally, the Guardians did not want to let them go.

The Guardians even planned to use these four warships to continue executing their central bloom tactic.

The remaining eight formed two more Plowing Court Teams, also charging directly towards the fleet from the rear.

The three Plowing Court Teams of the Guardians, two in front and one at the back, formed a perfect tactical layout and launched an attack known by the code name "Eager" on the fleet of Mountain and Trisolaris.

Each Plowing Court Team's four warships, closely connected, jointly constructed a super-large-scale spatial conjugate array. The attack range and power of this array were breathtakingly vast and powerful.

When they launched their attack, it was like three invisible giant blades, precisely and ruthlessly piercing into that seemingly indestructible fleet "cheese."

Each slash took away tens of thousands of enemy warships, leaving behind voids and silence. Such attacks were akin to the grim reaper's scythe of the universe, ruthlessly reaping lives and hopes.

However, they were not invincible; as a Second Type Civilization, although they could harness some universal laws and convert these laws into lethal weapons, this also meant they were bound by these universal laws, such as the speed of light, dimensional limits, spatial constraints, etc.

In such civilizational confrontations, even with a vast technology gap, a lower-level civilization could still pose a threat to a higher one.

The Guardians, by concentrating their warships, although enhanced the sharpness of their attacks, also inevitably sacrificed some flexibility. They were like dancing on the edge of a knife, every step filled with danger and the unknown.

This conjugate array's attack mode was often only used in large-scale troop battles as the key to deciding the outcome, and was cautiously employed.

At this moment, the behavior of the Guardians more resembled a rash all-out effort, also born from an underlying scorn, perhaps also from millions of years of undefeated history that gave them the credentials for arrogance.

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The Guardians believed their third plan could block and eliminate the fleet of Mountain and Trisolaris.

However, they had overlooked that combat power is not simply a cold accumulation of technical levels, but deeply rooted in the core element of "humanity." Will, determination, and even the spirit of sacrifice are the most immeasurable forces on the battlefield.

At this moment, the Guardians were prioritizing tactical considerations for Divine Vessel, yet still believed they could handle the current battlefield situation without going all out.

But they were mistaken; Divine Vessel's strength lay in its resolute heart, not in the cold accumulation of warship numbers.

When the twelve Guardian battleships of the three Plowing Court Teams, with three cutting Blades of Destruction at the lead and one at the rear, tore through the void and plunged into the ocean of warships from Mountain and Trisolaris.

The fleet from Mountain and Trisolaris did not choose to scatter and evade, but instead charged forward with an almost tragic determination, directly towards those three defending Guardian battleships stationed ahead.

Utterly indifferent to those three devastating Blades of Destruction attacking them.

You fight your battle, and I'll fight mine.

The boundless ocean of warships from Mountain and Trisolaris, like an infuriated wild ox carrying a momentum of devastating fury and unbeatable arrogance, charged unabated towards the defensive line formed by those three stationary Guardian battleships.

As if to save the Human Warship fleet ahead.

It was an intensely shocking contrast, like that between the glorious sun and an inconsequential grain of rice, but in this contest, it was hard to distinguish who indeed was the sun that illuminated everything, and who was the tiny grain of rice.

The ocean of warships spread out oppressively like a vast black curtain, seemingly capable of swallowing all surrounding light and hope, unstoppable in its force and earth-shaking in its might.

More inconceivable was this ocean of warships, where each and every warship, almost disregarding its own loss and damage, seemed driven by desperation and rage, launched a suicidal charge.

They were like moths rushing towards a flame, fully aware that ahead lay an endless abyss, the endpoint of destruction, yet they still charged forward without hesitation, as if offering their all to this cruel war.

At this moment, the war seemed like it was suddenly pushed by some invisible giant hand to an unprecedented climax; this part of the universe seemed set ablaze by warfare, with every piece of the starry sky twinkling with the sparks of war, every inch of space on the battlefield filled with an atmosphere of tension and intense warfare, as if even the stars themselves were trembling.

This sight shocked all the Guardians, who could not comprehend why this Unknown Civilization would act with such madness and decisiveness.

In the coalition of civilizations, the inherent suspicions and precautions should have been present, yet they were completely absent on this battlefield.

The Guardians exchanged glances, their hearts filled with confusion and fear, unable to discern the true intention of that expanse of warships.

The prevailing situation was reminiscent of a civilization madly burning itself, only to light the way of escape for another civilization. This action was beyond any known civilizational logic and behavior patterns the Guardians had encountered.

They could not imagine a civilization that regarded war as its sole raison d'être and at the cost of its own destruction, attempted to save another unrelated civilization. This madness and decisiveness seemed to be a fixation transcending life itself, sending chills down their spines.

The Guardians tentatively guessed that the enormous scale of this ocean of warships must stem from a civilization similar to a silicon-based one because only such a civilization could possess such cold, ruthless war machines that could ignore individual life and death, pushing war to extremes of cruelty and destruction.

Yet, fundamentally, civilizational nature is selfish; no civilization would fight for another to this extent, as if a mysterious enigma had suddenly emerged in the universe.

The Guardians were unaware of Trisolaran Civilization's history, which throughout its lengthy and grand chronicles was deeply marked only by the heavy and firm words "gamble" and "struggle."

Their method of fighting might seem rigid and static to outsiders, but it was this rigidity that contained the fiercest and most decisive force. War was not a game, but the ultimate contest of survival and destruction; everything was gambled and exhausted in pursuit of a slim chance of survival.

The Guardians also did not know the history of Mountain Civilization, which was a civilization that dared to stake the whole civilization to break through numerous "shackles." Their courage and determination stood as steadfast as mountains, inspiring awe and reverence.

When such two civilizations formed an alliance, the shock of their united force was beyond anyone's imagination.

For a moment, under the suicidal impact of Mountain and Trisolaris, even the Guardians were somewhat disoriented.