Chapter 25: The Fierce Universe, Section 6

With a single swing, the blade moved like lightning. Though only four meters long, in the monkey’s hands, it emitted a blade glow spanning dozens of meters. The high-frequency oscillation of the super-oscillating particles sounded like a buzzing, leaving everyone watching in awe.
An elite mecha was indeed an elite mecha, and the monkey’s weapon surely wasn’t an ordinary alloy sword. Yet, this seemingly ordinary brown alloy sword possessed a power hundreds of times greater. It was a blade specially ordered by Black Hair for the Monkey, known to be capable of splitting diamonds in two!
So, could it cut through this bridge?
No one knew.
Thus, that blade glow captured the attention of all onlookers.
Stunningly magnificent…
“Puh!”
As the blade descended, armor plates flew everywhere! In an instant, it seemed as though a giant flower had suddenly bloomed in the starry sky. The dazzling energy burst out violently, illuminating the surrounding stars. Everyone felt a sharp pain in their eyes and instinctively closed them. When they opened them again, their mouths dropped in shock.
Had it… penetrated?
Under the gaze of countless people, the monkey’s sword indeed sank deep into the bridge of the Moor giant ship. But there was no catastrophic explosion as expected. Perhaps because the sword was too small compared to the massive bridge, even with its blade glow extending dozens of meters. Thus, the Moor giant ship wasn’t dealt a fatal blow. Its huge body continued to accelerate, and at the same time, the cannons on its hull turned in unison, firing a barrage at the nearby Black Demon God.
“Boom!” A loud explosion. Even though the Monkey’s Black Demon God was equipped with full set of mirror armor, it couldn’t withstand such close-range, high-intensity fire. A violent burst of light sent it flying backward. Along its path, countless pieces of armor shattered everywhere—a tragic sight.
“Monkey!!” Blood-Pupil cried out loudly, his expression turning pale.
His voice suddenly stopped. Blood-Pupil closed his eyes. There was no need to look. That series of explosions had already told the story. Such close-range bombardment would be too much even for a Lightning Assault Ship, let alone a mecha. He only hoped the Monkey could escape in time. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have the face to return to see Black Hair.
With bloodshot eyes, Blood-Pupil turned around and led the remaining Blood Wolf Pirates in their final attack.

Gunfire filled every inch of the starry sky as long swords swung, beheading enemies one after another. Once the Blood Wolf Pirates went all out, the Moorish mech fleet quickly fell behind. After all, even though they were known for their strength, they were far inferior in terms of targeted equipment and numbers.

There was nothing they could do—after all, Black Hair had prepared for this war for months. This wasn’t the barbaric era of Earth in the past. With today’s advanced productivity, as long as resources were sufficient, just a few months would be enough to build a large fleet of thousands. Yet Black Hair’s Blood Wolf forces only had a few hundred warships—truly the elite.

Especially the Lightning Assault Ships, whose energy weapons were almost useless. Though these ships could be described as fragile in the face of conventional weapons, on the Moorish battlefield, they could be called gods of destruction. The Moorish people’s proud energy weapons were weakened repeatedly by their massive energy shields, failing to produce even a spark when struck. Meanwhile, their Hellfire hybrid weapons swept across the battlefield with their terrifying high fire rate and penetration power—leave no opponent standing!

Under such an overwhelming situation, the battle was quickly resolved. The Moorish fleet of nearly ten thousand mechs was completely annihilated, yet they managed to escape. That massive Moorish ship finally reached transmigration speed after pushing aside Monkey’s Black Demon God and disappeared into the dazzling transmigration energy ring. Its four mysterious stealth frigates, however, paid a heavy price. Aside from one that fled with the flagship, two were turned into balls of light by the Lightning Assault Ship fleet, and another was surrounded by the Blood Wolf mech fleet and eventually captured.

But this wasn’t a perfect victory. In the illustrious history of the Blood Wolves, it could even be considered a failure. Hundreds of mechs lost and three Lightning Assault Ships destroyed meant Black Hair lost nearly two thousand of his subordinates. Even though he had anticipated such losses, he was still stunned.

Most importantly, Monkey, who had just been healed by the Wanderers, was seriously injured again this time.

It was due to the excessive proximity and the opponent’s overwhelming firepower. The Monkey’s Black Demon God simply couldn’t hold on. After being pushed five kilometers away, it completely disintegrated. The mech’s outer shell was shattered to pieces, its main frame twisted and deformed. All optical pathways were destroyed, and even the emergency escape device was melted by the intense energy beams, half of the cabin destroyed as well. The Monkey inside suffered severe injuries; if not for his body being one of the finest creations of Core, he would likely have died from that single attack.

Yet he survived. With Core’s help, as long as he didn’t die immediately, it shouldn’t be a problem.

When the battle report reached Black Hair’s hands, he was on his way to the Twelfth Star Region via teleportation. All the crew members of the warship had entered hibernation pods, leaving everything empty and desolate. Only Black Hair stood alone by the window, admiring the anti-space scenery outside. Upon receiving the report immediately, his mood turned chaotic.

More concerned about his losses than the abundant spoils this time, he thought of his own casualties.

Two thousand subordinates—all living beings!! Unlike mech warships, which could be rebuilt if their equipment was lost, losing people meant Black Hair would be devastated. Moreover, half of the subordinates lost this time were old pirates who had followed him since Hell Star—core members of his forces, true veterans with extensive experience.

No one is heartless. Black Hair’s hands trembled as he read the report.

He strengthened his equipment and warships, all to minimize his companions’ losses and ensure their safety amidst the chaos of war. But no matter how well he prepared, zero losses were impossible. In interstellar warfare, a loss meant entire warships, with about 80% of the crew unable to escape.

Heartbroken, Black Hair clenched his teeth so hard blood seeped out. Yet he knew this was just the beginning.

This time, the Moors’ attack came suddenly, with only four warships visible on the surface. Though each of these warships was enormous, possessing terrifying power capable of leveling an entire star region, everyone knew they were likely just the vanguard. The real main attack fleet was still far from appearing. And with such terrifying giant warships, there might not be any stronger forces in the entire universe.

Human society was like a mantis blocking the path of a vehicle—inevitably crushed to dust!!

He rubbed his face, trying to relax. His gaze finally settled on the spoils of this battle. He knew that whether he could complete his mission depended on whether these spoils would bring him sufficient benefits. Half of a Moorish giant ship, a complete stealth frigate, and the wreckage of nearly a thousand Moorish mechs—this was all he had gained. Strangely, there was not a single captive on the list. Noticing this, Black Hair was stunned. Could it be that there were no soldiers in those mechs either? Then how were they operated? Artificial intelligence? Shaking his head, Black Hair still couldn’t fully believe his own judgment. Finally, he went to the control panel and typed out a series of commands. The massive fleet immediately traced an arc silently through hyperspace, changing course. At this point, Black Hair no longer cared about the situation of the interstellar fleet; he had to return to Death Star right away. There, tens of thousands of researchers and countless aliens were waiting for him, ready to turn these spoils into Death Star’s own power. The starry sky stretched endlessly, and it was already the third day since Black Hair returned to Death Star. Without saying a word, he got off the ship and started working immediately. Countless researchers rushed to the damaged Moorish giant ship according to the pre-established divisions, while Blood Pupil’s fleet sent signals indicating they were returning. Laughter and joy resounded once again as the pirates from the fierce battle walked arm in arm, heading to the city to indulge themselves. The little girls of the Beth race took off their exquisite battle suits and picked up their beautiful dolls again. The young boys of the Richar family wore serious expressions, looking extremely handsome, as they instructed the logistics staff to clean their mechs. The entire shipbase was filled with a peaceful atmosphere after the battle. Seeing this scene, Black Hair also relaxed considerably. Looking at the huge wreckage of the Moorish giant ship, his eyes held hope. Of course, the dismantling process would take a long time. During this period, Black Hair could only return to his room and wait. He also took the opportunity to contact Marshal Wick of the interstellar fleet to inquire about their progress.

The results were excellent. Marshal Wick’s interstellar fleet truly was humanity’s strongest military force. He quelled all conflicts in the two star systems. Faced with a massive fleet of up to three thousand warships, the Moors’ giant ships were utterly outmatched and reduced to glowing balls of light. However, Marshal Wick was unlucky—the explosion of the Moors’ ships left him with nothing, not even any spoils. On the contrary, he suffered significant losses, with an astonishing 700% of his warships destroyed. Upon hearing of Blackhair’s success, he insisted that Blackhair share the gains with him to compensate for humanity’s losses. Blackhair could only give a half-hearted reply, promising to give him 10% of the profits once the results were available, before ending the call. But as soon as the glow of the communication crystal dimmed, it lit up again. An old man with white hair appeared on screen. Seeing him, Blackhair was stunned, then overjoyed. “Thor Fortress… it’s built!?”