Chapter 171: Macro Cannon, Second Loading!

Aolake is, without doubt, the Empire's number one flagship.

Not only because of its Hundredfold Amplification, but also because its high intelligence has incorporated almost all warship technology of the Dead Spirits.

Such overwhelming firepower has meant that virtually no space enemy has ever been able to make Aolake unleash its full firepower.

But now, faced with the entire solar system filled with a relentless stream of Terran biological ships, even the Terran Ancient Ship at the far end of the Orbit.

Today, Aolake can finally display all of its great power!

After Xisi issued the order, the black‑gold skulls that had been flying became instantly visible to the naked eye and halted.

To the mortal who noticed it, it was just a simple brief stutter.

But for Aolake, which possesses Hundredfold computation, that pause alone was enough to prove an emotional fluctuation.

On the scene, Fanluosi, Bai'er, and even Xiulun—these elders who knew Aolake to varying degrees—were likewise stunned for a moment.

Then anticipation and curiosity gradually surfaced in their eyes.

Only Tularen behind them, watching Xisi issue an order with such solemnity, thought that while the Dream Illusion Vessel was impressive, it need not be taken so seriously.

Then......

The slight nonchalance that had just risen on Tularen's face was instantly covered by the sudden flash of a green "Pride Sun" outside the porthole!

"Again messing around?!"

Startled, Tularen instinctively thought that the mess was up to something again.

But Tularen quickly realized he was wrong, because the green Pride Sun was actually a series of long strips.

And at this moment those long strips were all emanating from the warship beneath his feet.

"Is this... a Light Spear?"

"But why is it the Dead Spirits' green?"

"And..."

"A Light Spear fires a single shot and that's it, right? Why is this still..."

"... turning into a Light Whip?!"

Tularen's superhuman brain raced, and finally produced a superhuman explanation.

Needless to say, Tularen's explanation happened to fit the current scene perfectly.

Because the turret that should have fired a shot and then recharged was now not only without any pause, but the massive Gauss Light Spears on the ship's spine began, with agility far surpassing Empire warships, to wield the Gauss Light Spears as long whips.

Only the energy of this long whip was exaggeratedly dense, and its size rose to a galactic scale.

Its magnificent colors could even be seen with the naked eye through targeting equipment by those far on Terra, such as Leishande and others who were closely monitoring Xisi's reinforcements.

This scene also made Leishande widen his puzzled eyes for a second time.

After lowering his head, withdrawing his gaze, and frowning in thoughtful contemplation, Leishande could only look around, finally fixing his stare on the equally dumbfounded Mechanical Sage.

"When did you develop such a powerful Light Whip technology?"

Leishande asked, and the Mechanical Sage who heard it, especially the opening "you all", was so choked that his lone remaining eye barely flicked its eyelid.

Then, in a sour mood, he gave Leishande a harsh glare.

"If we had this technology, the Empire would have already f—ing unified the galaxy!"

The Sage said nothing, but deep inside, after an unknown number of years, he cursed again in anger.

Then he watched Leishande leave the targeting position, hurried up himself, and with the dozens of prosthetic eyes on his body, simultaneously gazed at the great battle over Pluto's sky.

And Leishande, whose targeting spot had been taken, could only pout silently.

At this moment over Pluto, a dozen Gauss "long whips" danced through the void, and a massive, ornate black‑gold ramming horn, driven by a ferocious engine, slammed into the Terran Fleet like a warship‑shaped cannonball.

Its speed and the sharpness of its ramming horn were so great that even the Xisi fleet warships behind could not keep up.

But that was precisely the effect Aolake wanted to achieve.

Since the firepower must be full, how could any allies nearby hinder its performance?!

Allied cooperation?

Is that what Aolake needs?!

All Aolake needs is to ram straight into the enemy tide, and then, in this dark galaxy, proclaim the arrival of the Empire's number‑one flagship with an unprecedented roar!

"Macro Cannon Array."

"Ready!"

One barrel after another, the muzzles were large enough to accommodate a giant Macro Cannon that could fit a Titan, and with the dull thud of gears engaging, they surged like waves onto the deck.

The warship's two sides each bore twelve sets of Macro Cannon Arrays, and for the first time, with all arrays fully in position, they pointed their muzzles toward the boundless Terran Fleet surrounding them.

Then......

A second before the Macro Cannon Array roared, the world seemed to pause!

The entire void fell silent, and the barrage of conventional warship fire behind them slowly slid out of the barrels in the hush.

On the deck, the Astats confronting the Terran jumping‑beast, whether their roars or the explosives in their hands, became a wordless pantomime at that moment.

The whole world heard only the Macro Cannon Array firing barrel after barrel, each impact echoing the void with a crisp, countdown‑like sound.

Beyond the cold muzzles, the void was filled with an endless swarm of insects surging forward in crowded waves.

The insects' movements, in that unusually long silent second, appeared sluggish and halted.

Their snarling massive jaws dripped corrosive fluid, their side abdomens spewed acidic slurry, and cloud‑like, boundless biological projectiles rushed toward Aolake's shield.

To encircle and kill Aolake, the Terran will at this moment mobilized every force it could muster.

One cannot say the Terran were overconfident, but the Terran...

indeed had not correctly recognized what they were truly facing.

The void's silence was shattered by a thunderous roar that shook Pluto's ground beneath, suddenly driving it away!

Flames, cannon fire, and bullet streams.

On both sides, endless Terran bio‑ships, like a crowded throng, were suddenly sliced by two black shadows.

The bio‑ships filling the sky, in the blink of an eye, turned into endless roaring, exploding chitin fragments.

Then the black shadows streaked across the vast void, with Aolake as the center; on both sides the Macro Cannons were arrayed in a semicircle, spreading out, and the final strand of kinetic energy of the last Macro Cannon was spent on a bio‑ship.

All the eyes watching the battle waited, then redirected their attention from the front to this spot.

What they saw were only two massive fan‑shaped expanses, and the suddenly empty, endless void!

And the bio‑ships that should have filled every corner of the void, under Hundredfold Macro Cannon, were truly reduced to atomic state!

In the crowd's eyes at that moment, those two huge fan surfaces had only a pitiful few chitin shells rolling.

Besides that, only an unknown 'air wave' somehow blew in a single breath from Orbit to Pluto's surface.

Humanity fell into dead silence, for they had never even dreamed of such exaggerated events.

But after this blast, what truly shocked Laishande was that the previously restless endless insect swarm also fell silent!

Not only did humans stare blankly at Aolake, but all the insect swarms, war beasts, and bio‑ships, with eyes numbering in the trillions, also stared blankly at Aolake, which fired this blast.

The only thing in the whole world that still reacted after this blast was, and solely, the massive ship at the center of the giant fan surface.

Xisi sat high on the Mechanical Throne atop the Bridge.

He looked toward the stunned Terran Fleet ahead, his feet surrounded by the lofty, gazing elite, and behind him in the shadows hid the sideways‑terrifying Tula Zhen.

In this stagnant world, Xisi on the Throne, with armor making a faint clank, leaned forward slightly, then thrust his right hand straight ahead:

"Macro Cannon."

"Second loading!"