Chapter 325: No Takeoff Allowed!

A star system at the edge of the Solar Starfield.

In the void, all star‑speech communications have long ceased; only the static of radios spreads chaotically.

In some small mining outposts far from the core worlds, the survivors, faces pallid, stand by the radios, hearing a great deal of indistinct noise.

Although no one can discern any useful information, the alternating wails and screams…

The aura called Despair still pervades everyone's heads.

After all, as a peripheral mining base, without support from the homeworld, they cannot survive long.

But if they could see the homeworld's current state through the radio, their despair would likely vanish instantly, turning into boundless relief.

Because at this very moment, the Nest City homeworld of this system has officially become a furnace of hell!

When all heavy equipment is gone, the Nest City shield wall shatters under the Titan's impact, and unarmed mortals watch helplessly as an endless chitin sea, bearing sharp claws and a snarling maw dripping corrosive saliva, rushes toward them.

All they can do is have the father outside, the mother in the middle, the child deepest inside, the family closing their eyes in terror and hugging tightly.

Of course, the end result is the same.

After all, the upper‑level garrison and commanders, watching the blade‑insect slash the whole family through, then dragging the bleeding, screaming family toward the disassembly pool, find that such an embrace offers only a bit of psychological comfort and no other use.

"It's too late, close the gate; don't let the insects get into Upper Nest."

A frontline Regiment Commander shouted at the pdf beside him, and then, under the terrified, desperate faces of the mortals outside, the massive gate slammed shut.

pdf is the abbreviation for Planetary Defense Force.

Soon, even through the gate, the pdf inside could hear the gut‑wrenching screams outside and the sound of bodies being ripped apart by immense force.

The pdfs stared at each other; each dull thud of the gate's impact made the crowd instinctively step back, then sweat beaded on their foreheads as they dry‑throatedly cleared their throats.

Just when they thought it was another futile wait, the Regiment Commander, having just returned to the rear command post and picked up the radio, suddenly raised his voice.

"What? What?!"

"You say reinforcements?!"

Reinforcements?!

The pdfs, whose faces were still full of desperate terror, suddenly turned to look at the commander behind them, whose own eyes widened in bewilderment as he repeatedly queried the higher Tower Top via radio.

As the communication continued, the soldiers' expressions shifted from initial doubt to surprise, then gradually to other looks.

"The Star Realm Army has responded; the reinforcements have entered the system?"

Star Realm Army?

The pdfs' faces relaxed, their eyes filling with boundless joy and hope.

The Star Realm Army is coming; finally there is hope!

"Wait, also Astarte? The Emperor's Angel?!"

Astarte is also coming?

The hope on the pdfs' faces didn't last long before, upon hearing the word 'Astarte,' their expressions turned to utter delight.

The Emperor's Angel has arrived! We're saved!

"Also? The Knight Family is coming???"

This time, the pdfs' faces held less joy; though they remained pleased, the rumors circulating among the Empire's worlds gave them some understanding.

If the three arrived separately, each would be a great boon for the pdf.

But if the three come together...

The pdfs' faces, when contemplating that, showed a visibly fading joy.

Yet that wasn't all; the commander's voice, already at a near‑unreachable pitch, suddenly leapt another level!

"Ti... Titan is also coming?"

Their faces turned ashen; the pdfs no longer felt the initial joy of hearing reinforcements, they couldn't even notice the dull thuds of the Tyran swarm battering the gate behind them, staring dumbfounded at their own commander.

The commander's complexion was equally pallid, yet under the pdfs' gaze, as the radio crackled with rapid words, bead‑sized drops of sweat began to bead on his ghastly face again!

His body trembled, his eyes reflecting an incomprehensible horror:

"What do you mean the Star Realm Army, is it TM Black Watch?!!!"

When the commander reached this point, his words were tinged with obvious sobbing.

This commander, whose subordinates have suppressed countless Chicken Thieves and who has survived the Tyran siege, upon hearing that reinforcements also include Black Watch, displayed a despair far deeper than before.

After all, with Astarte, the Knight Family, and Titan Mechs all on the battlefield, you could say the intensity is high, but it's hard to claim it's an Armageddon battlefield.

But if even Black Watch arrives...

The commander weakly set down the Communicator, buried his head, eyes wide, his breathing so faint the chest barely rose.

The surviving pdfs around him, after processing the full reinforcement news, briefly startled, then became indifferent.

Many soldiers tossed their rifles and sat in the corner; several former thugs draped blankets over themselves, enjoying each second as it came.

What? Keep resisting?

I don't think that's necessary.

After all, for reinforcements of this caliber, facing a Nest City of no particular value, they'd be too lazy to send ground troops.

One Whirlwind Torpedo annihilating this world, along with the endless Tyran swarm above, is the most efficient method.

So resisting to the end is just a death; why even resist!

Only when the commander set down the Communicator did several blanket‑clad thugs reach a critical moment.

The voice on the other end of the Communicator hadn't stopped; instead, after receiving no reply, it shouted even more excitedly.

Those around, hearing the voice, couldn't understand why those guys overhead were still so excited, but the commander, hearing the agitation, puzzledly lifted the Communicator to his ear.

He then tentatively said 'Hello,' and as the other side confirmed they were listening and excitedly rattled off a long speech, the commander, hearing it, saw his utterly despondent, pallid face gradually fill with intense disbelief.

At the same time, a shock of 'the sun beating out from the west' flashed in his eyes.

The commander even turned his head to glance at the shut gate, confirming the Tyran's battering had lessened greatly; he then suddenly widened his eyes and kicked a would‑be‑taking‑off thug.

Having his spell forcibly interrupted, the ruffian soldier glared angrily at the Regiment Commander.

And the Regiment Commander raised his surging fighting spirit, holding a chainsaw sword in one hand and an explosive pistol in the other, his eyes wide open:

Everyone, fucking stand up, reinforcements are coming.

No taking off today!