Chapter 407 The Fall of the Guardian Battleship

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The Fleet of Mountain and Trisolaris had reached the astonishing number of eighty million Warships. Such a massive cluster, if employing combat patterns similar to the Human Warship fleets, would naturally be inappropriate.

Both Mountain and Trisolaran Civilization possessed computational power beyond imagination, yet their strategies and predictive capabilities were still immature compared to those of Humanity and Dinosaurs.

On the interstellar battlefield, this cold and vast stage, computational ability could finely coordinate the actions of each Warship, but it could hardly be the key factor in the battle. Intuition in predicting enemy attacks was far more valuable.

After all, without a widespread network of detectors, information on the battlefield was like being shrouded by a heavy curtain, and the limitation of light speed made everything complicated -- by the time you saw the enemy's attack, it actually was already upon you, leaving almost no time to react.

Hence, on this interstellar chessboard filled with unknowns and variables, the profundity of strategy and the sharpness of intuition were often more crucial than the brute force of computational power.

But at this moment, the supercomputing power of Mountain and Trisolaris had found its own stage.

Facing such a vast battlefield, though the future was veiled in the mist of the unknown, they could gather their vast forces, like smoke, through meticulous layout and dispatch, converging into an unstoppable flood to strike a precise and fatal blow at a singular target.

Therefore, they chose their best tactic -- a kind of madness that spared no cost and was utterly reckless; to them, only the Guardian Battleships were their sole target.

They were like a pack of wolves, starved to the extreme. Disregarding the severe damage they might suffer, indifferent to the almost certain losses, they flung themselves in a frenzied and desperate assault against those seemingly invincible Guardians, declaring their art of interstellar warfare to the vast universe with their actions.

As the vast sea of Mountain and Three-Body Warships rapidly closed in on the three majestic Guardian Battleships ahead, the distance had shrunk to less than 15 astronomical units.

Even though the huge fleet of Mountain and Three-Body had already paid a horrific price of over eight million Warships to the Blades of Destruction, in this grand battle, they finally took that decisive step.

At this moment, the Guardians were still attempting to guess the true intent of the tidal wave of Warships approaching them. The ocean of Warships of Mountain and Three-Body Civilization had silently formed a huge encircling arc, like an invisible net slowly tightening.

However, the Guardians did not feel any panic. They knew their pride, "Time Stop" Defense Armor, could navigate freely in the shattered and distorted space, and even against overwhelming Void Energy attacks, it was enough to protect them from harm.

But in a split second, the sea of Warships of Mountain and Trisolaris showed a dazzling and staggering feat once more. Around a hundred thousand Warships, like a group of resolute warriors, directly cut and confined the space around them, creating isolated space bubbles.

They accelerated madly, nearing the speed of light, completely ignoring the distorted and warped space ahead at high speed, like moths to a flame, fearlessly charging toward the three Guardian Battleships, as solid as rocks.

The Warships of various civilizations can cut space and confine it to form space bubbles, temporarily entering a distorted space. However, the erosive force of distorted space upon normal space is like a gale pounding on fine sand – it requires a massive amount of energy to maintain the stability of these space bubbles.

Therefore, Warships usually would not rashly break into a vast range of distorted space, one reason being they could not stay long, and another being that in the distorted space, they are like ships without direction, lacking the "adherence" of space. These space bubbles can only rely on the original "inertia" of their speed to fly, becoming an easy target for enemy lock-on, thus facing annihilation.

Facing the assault of these fifty thousand Warships, the Guardians were completely immersed in the exhilaration and frenzy of destroying Warships.

However, just as the hundred thousand Warships closed in on the Guardians' staunchly defended Warships to less than five astronomical units and the assault fleet was down to only thirty thousand Warships in this critical moment, a force of Void Energy capable of heaven-shattering destruction burst forth from these thirty thousand Warships.

They deployed the Phased Array "Self-Destruction" Technology, causing the Void Energy waves released by the thirty thousand Warships to resonate, magnifying the original power of the Void Energy burst by tens of thousands of times, like a brilliant star suddenly blooming in the universe.

Even though the Guardian's three Warships began fleeing immediately, such a powerful Void Energy impact, like a corrosive liquid without form, mercilessly eroded the "Time Stop" Defense Armor they took pride in.

At that moment, the two once lofty and unrivaled Guardian Battleships, among the twisted and deforming distorted space, were like brittle glass mercilessly shattered and ground down, ultimately turning into dust in the cosmos.

And this victory was all the more significant for the Divine Vessel. They had at last glimpsed the defensive limits of the Guardian Battleships.

At the same time.

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Surrounded by the dense fleet of human warships, that once nonchalant Guardian Battleship also suddenly became alert. They had originally thought that being among the human fleet would allow them to better implement the "blossom from the center" tactic.

However, they now realized, to their shock, that they had been deliberately encircled by an unknown civilization, probably to execute a "surround and strike the reinforcements" tactic.

More critically, if their being encircled was intentional by the unknown civilization, it also indicated that the enemy likely also hid their true military strength. How could they dare to do that?

The Guardian Battleship, which once proudly dominated the interstellar stage and was invincible, could no longer maintain its composure. It finally realized it might have fallen into an unprecedented crisis.

Regrettably, this realization came far too late, much too late.

Although the human fleet could not deliver a decisive and terrifying final blow like the Trisolarans, they indeed had concealed part of their warships' strength. They had always portrayed themselves as possessing early stage 1.9 technology, but in fact, they had already reached the advanced levels of stage 1.9.

This concealment wouldn't have had much effect on the Guardians, but this hidden strength could be utilized with phased array technology to converge the attack force of millions of warships into an unstoppable torrent.

Humanity had anticipated the escape routes of the Guardian Battleship, and millions of warships were divided into hundreds of groups. Each group's attack converged into a massive resonant spacetime well, turning the nearby space of a dozen astronomical units around the spacetime well into a "zero speed" zone.

The effect of this attack was perfect; the once formidable Guardian Battleship was successfully bound within this "zero speed" zone.

Despite the impressive power and advanced technology of the Guardian Battleship, under the restriction of the universal law of light speed, they appeared powerless.

To escape this deadly and silent prison, they would need at least millions of years.

For a battle, this essentially equated the warship to eternal imprisonment.

Before the Guardians could recover from this sudden catastrophe, three magnificent warships had already perished under the ploys and tactical strikes of the unknown civilization; it all happened too fast.

The schemes and tactics of these two great unknown civilizations shocked them to the core, completely overturning all predetermined boundaries of their understanding.

With infinite advantages, like fully armed modern elite soldiers, they were unexpectedly played in the palms of seemingly humble, primitive tribes with cunning strategies.

The Guardian Commander's gaze froze on this unbelievable scene, the rage in his heart simmering like a volcano locked under deep-sea pressure, not erupting but boiling to its limits:

"This is a trampling of our dignity! A great insult to our honor!

"What in the world is going on? How did we fail to detect such a simple ploy?

"The battle has just begun, and we have already lost three valuable warships!" His voice was filled with resentment and anger.

After a moment, he seemed to forcibly suppress the turmoil within him, and said in a slightly calmer tone, "The fall of these three warships has also allowed the enemy to glimpse the limits of our defenses.

"The battles ahead will be even more challenging."

"We must immediately adjust our strategy and develop a new response plan."

The air in the Staff Office seemed to freeze, each member enveloped in an invisible layer of frost, so silent one could hear the echo of heartbeats.