Chapter 34: Miss Veli’s Gift, Section 6

The vast starry sky remained unchanged, as if it would never alter regardless of how many years passed. A massive artificial object floated quietly here, emitting a faint silver glow alongside the surrounding stars.
The 351 Star Station of the Moors.
Unlike the 763 Star Station, its shape was not that of a bucket magnified countless times, but rather a sphere composed of numerous polygons. Each polygonal surface was smooth and crystal clear, resembling gemstones. From the outside, not even any signs of armaments could be seen.
However, those who attacked it thinking it was harmless would be gravely mistaken. As a territory under the much more aggressive Black Hand Duke than the Tarot Grand Duke, how could the 351 Star Station be taken lightly?
In fact, this aesthetically pleasing giant was far stronger in both defense and attack compared to the 763 Star Station that Black Hair was familiar with. Especially those numerous polygons that formed its unique shape were actually special stone spirits with reflective and offensive capabilities. In the Moor Empire, these stone spirits had another very well-known name…
“Reflectors.”
They could reflect energy attacks within their capacity and fire highly compressed positive energy beams from any angle. Theoretically, a 351 Star Station built entirely of “Reflector” stone spirits could never fall, as enemies from any direction would face direct attacks, with no blind spots anywhere on the station.
Perfect defense. The 351 Star Station truly deserved that title.
Yet at that moment, elsewhere in the universe, Black Hair showed some disdain.
“Perfect defense? What a joke.”
“How can it be a joke? Based on this intelligence, attacking the 351 Star Station will surely result in unprecedented losses. No matter from which angle we attack, the rebound will be just as severe. Moreover, our energy weapons seem to be ineffective against it too,” said Deputy Sakka calmly, his expression as serious as ever.
Unfortunately, to his seriousness, Black Hair seemed to be laughing heartily, showing no sign of the tension he expected.
“No, no, my dear Deputy Sakka. You’re overthinking it. Yes, perfect defense means no weak points can be found. But doesn’t that also mean every part is a weak point? For us, overly dispersed strength might actually be more advantageous.”

“That’s how it is. But…” Adjutant Sakka frowned. He really couldn’t figure out why Blackhair was so confident. “That assumes we can find a weakness in their defenses. But the intelligence you’ve given us shows that the surface of this space station is like a mirror that reflects any energy attack. With our fleet here, it’s hard for us to exert much force.”
Faced with Sakka’s concerns, Blackhair simply smiled without saying a word.
This was the flaw of the interstellar fleet, or rather, the human fleet. In fact, not just this space station—throughout their conflict with the Moor Empire, where wasn’t humanity at a disadvantage? In terms of armor, the Moorians’ stone-precision armor was several times more defensive than human armor. In terms of firepower, the human fleet, which also relied mainly on energy weapons, was utterly outmatched by the Moorians. Of course, human warships had a slight advantage in speed due to their relatively smaller size. But this wasn’t a regular engagement—speed was of little use in siege warfare. Just as Sakka feared, with the space station’s unique structure, even if the Moorians didn’t engage at all, humanity would be at a loss against such a station, like staring at a giant hedgehog with no idea how to attack.
But this was only temporary. Due to the importance he placed on the Moorians, Blackhair had already handed over some hybrid weapons and related technologies to Marshal Wick and Grand Duke Poseidon. It was believed that humanity would soon undergo an unprecedented overhaul to better counter the Moorians. But until then, he would have to work hard himself.
“Rest assured, my dear Sakka. I promise you won’t be part of the first wave of attacks. So you don’t need to worry about their reflections at all. Someone else will handle that. But once a gap is created, the rest will have to be done by you. You understand—I don’t want anyone to remain a bystander in this battle.”
“Yes, Lord Blackhair,” Sakka replied immediately, standing at attention and speaking solemnly.
He already understood. This was Blackhair’s hint—and the only one he would get.

In fact, this counterattack had already been planned by Black Hair long ago, and he had also informed Marshal Wick and Grand Duke Poseidon in advance. The effort put into this was far beyond what Sakka could imagine. To gain a better understanding of the Moor tribe, Black Hair even went to their lair personally. Which ordinary leader would have such courage? Moreover, after gaining the support of the Han tribe, Black Hair actually already had the strength to carry out this mission on his own! Bringing along Sakka and the subordinates of Grand Duke Poseidon was merely for balance, with greater significance than actual combat.

Under such circumstances, what more could Sakka say? The fact that Black Hair allowed him to join the battle was already a favor. If he were still ungrateful, not only Black Hair but even Marshal Wick, who trained him, would not spare him.

With the vast starry sky, the Human United Fleet only had three days to rest before setting off on another journey. According to Black Hair’s plan, the fleet at the 763 Star Station also left the spaceport. However, aside from Blood Pupils, the other Moor officers didn’t realize that this time they were merely on a tour.

Because just as they left the 763 Star Station, war had already broken out on the other side of the universe.

A huge sphere composed of countless polygons floated alone in space, surrounded by numerous ships of all sizes. The sheer number of ships was so astonishing that it even obscured the surrounding starlight. They were packed tightly together, like an ant colony.

“Damn it!! Who are these people? Where did they come from? Why didn’t the Empire’s surveillance system detect them!!” The control room at the 351 Star Station was in chaos, with a tall and thin Moor officer shouting loudly, venting his anger. The staff around him remained silent, none daring to provoke him at such a time.

This tall and thin Moor officer was the ruler of the 351 Star Station, the same person Black Hair had encountered when chasing Lord Locke. His name was Rabis, with the title of Baron. Although he had suffered a great loss that enraged Grand Duke Black Hand back then, he was still a direct subordinate of Grand Duke Black Hand. When the 351 Star Station sent out a large number of troops and became weakened internally, he managed to become the ruler of the station as he wished. Whether it was fate or just bad luck, before he could even settle in, Black Hair appeared before him once again.

Of course, at this moment, he had no idea that the commander of the massive fleet outside was the black-haired man who had once caused him so much trouble; he was merely terrified by the sudden appearance of such a huge fleet. After all, the combined human fleet was simply too large in number. Marshal Wick, Grand Duke Poseidon, the black-haired man, along with the Han tribe—there were now over ten thousand human warships outside the 351 Star Station, and the number kept increasing. Although neither side had started communicating or attacking yet, the growing pressure was enough to drive any commander, no matter how resilient, to collapse. But Raibis was helpless. Due to having already dispatched a conquest fleet once, there were only ten warships left at the 351 Star Station. Under normal circumstances, these ten giant ships would have been sufficient for defense and deterrence. But now, even deploying them was a luxury. With ten thousand warships lurking around, anyone who dared to go out would be a fool. Even without the enemy firing, just one-third of them attacking would be enough to break through any Moorian giant ship’s defense system. Without that protection, Raibis simply couldn’t have confidence in his own ships. This was the absolute advantage of sheer numbers. Perhaps even the high-ranking officials of the Moorian Empire never imagined that there would be a race in this world bold enough to use such tactics to attack them. The overly successful conquests had bred arrogance among the Moors from top to bottom. In their eyes, this world was a slaughterhouse for the Moors, and any creature could be taken as they wished! But today, everything changed. The first to act was Black Hair’s Li Feng. It sailed alone out of the formation, reaching the edge of the 351 Star Station’s range. Surrounded by countless ships of various sizes like a sea, it shone like an emperor. Though not especially large in size, it exuded immense pressure. Just as Raibis thought it was about to engage in negotiations, something unexpected happened. The armor on Li Feng’s surface suddenly moved, as if layers of scales rising in waves. All the cannons on its surface gradually sank and disappeared as a result, including those on the lofty bridge. In an instant, it began to transform like a living creature. A gap appeared in the middle of its hull, which quickly split apart, forming a twin-hulled shape connected only in the middle. The sharp hulls on both sides resembled two sharp bayonets, pointing straight ahead!!!

“This is!?” Reibis gasped, his eyes widening in shock. At the same time, a very badpremonition arose in him, but before he could give an order, an even more extraordinary phenomenon occurred. The two hulls of Li Feng’s ship simultaneously emitted blinding red light and reacted violently with each other. Red light beams shot back and forth between the two hulls, forming a chain of lightning akin to a cosmic storm. Visibly, the space in between suddenly collapsed and sank, as a mass of dark, unknown substance gradually appeared amidst the chaotic lightning storm… “Antimatter stream, launch.” In the cabin, the dark-haired man slowly lit a cigarette for himself and said with a smile.