Chapter 359: Fierce Assault on the Dwarves!

Cannon fire fills the sky.

A dense spray of small Macro Cannons erupts wildly from the side hull of the Sword‑class Escort Ship.

Cannonballs pierce the crowded void, shattering a few blocking wreckage pieces before plunging straight into the massive warship ahead.

After splashing tiny ripples on the "Weave Shield", they turn to ash.

Then even more, even denser small Macro Cannons surge endlessly toward the target, occasional shells that pierce the Weave Shield causing bursts of explosions on the enemy hull.

But against the human Cannonballs constantly striking them, the Dwarves' "Super Cruiser" also goes full fire, its ion cannon spewing scorching ion streams that usually need only a single shot to slice a Sword‑class in half.

Such exaggerated loss ratios turn the faces of the following Fuergan and Sakan a steely blue.

Because up to now, aside from the Dwarves' merchant ships, most of the wreckage in the void comes from the Human Empire.

For the commander Fuergan behind them, this is, of course, hard to accept.

Even the Super Commander, with Fuergan as the Original Body, cannot reverse these exaggerated losses.

The only thing that might give Fuergan a sliver of comfort is that the Dwarf warships now counterattacking in the void total no more than fifty.

Most of those, in fact, are also mining‑capable "Dwarf Commercial Ships".

Otherwise, if there were more, Fuergan would truly have to ready a tactical shift to decapitation!

Even so, ships dubbed "Commercial Ships" are far larger and sturdier than the Sword‑class that humans call warships.

Can't help it; this is the space Dwarves' warship philosophy.

Perhaps because they fight the Green Skin often, they've developed a core metric that's big enough and hard enough.

So when Fuergan, who relies on Sword‑class as his main force, attacks, he gets the illusion of biting down on a hard, cracked tooth!

"Self‑destructed! That Dwarf cruiser self‑destructed!"

Finally, from the bridge below comes the crew's excited shouts.

Fuergan quickly looks on and indeed sees a warship, clearly larger than a human battleship yet stubbornly called a cruiser by the Dwarves, riddled with countless tiny self‑destructs, its hull beginning an uncontrolled flip.

At the same time, a flood of escape pods scatter wildly, fleeing toward the dead, silent homeworld beneath their feet.

Naturally, many escape pods, baffled by the Dwarves' obstinate nature, charge toward the nearest human warship.

Although most are destroyed by point‑defense fire or internal marines, a few escort ships are breached from within by the Dwarves, triggering successive self‑destructs, then seizing human escape pods to return to the surface.

This scene makes Fuergan's eyelids twitch; he erupts in sudden fury, leaping up from his throne.

"These Alien Forms, all must die!"

There's no trace of the gentle charity he showed toward humans on Fuergan's face.

He bears only a ferocious visage and murderous eyes, watching the Dwarves who dare to breach a ship with flesh and then swagger back.

Whether he heard his Original Body father's command or the battle plan was always this way, he does not know.

As the last resisting Dwarf cruiser begins to lose combat power.

The human merchant ships and warships that have long been waiting nearby almost instantly unleash fire and troops toward the ground.

Dense Macro Cannons and Light Spears barrage the steel fortress on the surface that seems fused with the earth, its dense anti‑air net woven within; a dozen battle‑worn Sword‑class ships turn into cannonballs hurled at the fortress, followed by a swarm of landing Yunxuji.

Even among the humans, there are still warriors.

On these battle‑worn Sword‑class ships, treated as expendables, some still fight to the death, operating the ship's point‑defense fire to frantically strike back at the surface.

Then, under the stunned gaze of the furnace‑born warriors, they go all‑out in a mutual annihilation.

But as the warship collides with the fortress, it raises a mushroom cloud that is visible to the naked eye even in space.

When the landing Yunxuji, riding an explosive vortex, attempts a forced landing, behind the warship wreckage the human landing forces find not ruins but a vast, dented fortress resembling orderly mountain ranges, still pouring anti‑air fire outward.

Seeing their own clustered landing Yunxuji being blown to fireworks, the notoriously hard‑hitting Fuergan behind them can't help but widen his eyes a bit.

Even many mortal crew members below grin with clenched teeth.

"Damn, that's too hard!"

The crowd instinctively rubs their teeth, and after Fuergan confirms the space Dwarves' ground defenses are equally hard, he finally abandons the notion of ending the fight quickly, calmly returning to his seat.

"Deploy troops at a distance from these Alien Form fortresses."

"Also mobilize all warships, channel every possible firepower onto the heads of those Dwarves!"

Fuergan's expression remains calm, even indifferent.

Upon hearing Fuergan's command, the Imperial Troops below, still frantically trying to break through the Dwarves' anti‑air fire, scatter like fireflies toward distant open ground around the fortress.

Then over a thousand warships in orbit swivel their hulls, aiming their side‑hull Macro Cannons at the surface.

Soon, accompanied by silent side‑hull flashes, the Dwarves hidden inside the fortress see only the sky above as massive, densely packed cannonballs rain down!

This time, even a fortress reinforced with myriad super‑metal alloys begins to deform under the Empire's relentless Macro Cannon barrage!

Meanwhile, the Dwarves inside the fortress, crushed under the undisciplined human warship fire, cannot lift their heads.

On the vast lands far away, ever more human forces begin to gather.

Seeing the scale of the human ground forces below makes the Dwarves on the defensive finally realize something is wrong.

Their originally proud, or rather obstinate, temperament finally drives them, after roughly consolidating the first batch of human ground troops, to anxiously seek aid from neighboring Dwarf forces.

It seems they also know the Dwarves won't just wait for them to be wiped out.

Fuergan issues an attack order even before the first wave of landing forces has fully assembled.

Then tens of thousands of Limanlus and Chimera form a massive armored torrent, charging head‑first toward the nearest Dwarf fortress under the roar of warplanes overhead and continuous orbital fire support.

Simultaneously, behind the armored force, an even denser mass of human troops follows like a crowd, backed by artillery and countless heavy fire.

Watching this, even Dwarves who have scarcely fought the Tylens finally experience the terror of the Fifth Galactic Evil God!

No wonder…

These viviparous ones dare to match the numbers of the hatched!