Every department on the bridge was ready; the moment had come for this quasi-T7 Golden-Scarab-class Heavy Interstellar Dreadnought to show its true power.
At the same time, the interstellar warships of the Drought-Fiend Sovereign's legion fleet opposite were naturally watching the enemy's quasi-T7 Golden-Scarab-class Heavy Interstellar Dreadnought closely as it was about to enter their firing range, ready to open fire at any moment.
"Report: the target interstellar warship has entered our interstellar warships' firing range," a subordinate shouted.
The captain ordered at once, "Open fire…"
But as his order went out, his eyes glazed over.
Through the bridge viewport before him, he saw a golden rain.
That's right: a golden rain.
Tens of thousands of "golden raindrops," large and small, were falling toward them.
Then, before the interstellar warships of the Drought-Fiend Sovereign's legion fleet could even open fire in return, they were destroyed one after another under this golden downpour.
Explosions! Explosions! And more explosions!!!
And the few scattered interstellar warships that did fire back: the shells they fired never even landed on the hull of the quasi-T7 Golden-Scarab-class Heavy Interstellar Dreadnought opposite.
Either they collided with the golden raindrops along the way and were used up,
or the close-in defensive fire of the interstellar warship opposite intercepted them.
From outside, it looked entirely like one golden interstellar warship raking over a thousand interstellar warships opposite as if it were cheating, and the sight was simply dazzling!
"Ha… ha… ha…" Huo Feifei watched the golden downpour before her, and a flush even rose in her cheeks.
This was surely the most beautiful rain she had ever seen in her life!
The Drought-Fiend Sovereign was watching this golden downpour too at this moment; to be exact, golden downpours falling from five directions.
Whether or not the Golden-Scarab-class Heavy Interstellar Dreadnought had been specially designed this way, whatever its guns fired, if it had a color to be seen at all, was nearly always gold.
Hence this talk of a golden downpour now.
And under the golden downpour, the interstellar interceptors and interstellar drone swarms released by the Golden-Scarab-class Heavy Interstellar Dreadnoughts could be seen closing steadily on the Drought-Fiend Sovereign's legion fleet,
with the interstellar stealth bombers following close behind them.
Plainly, the quasi-T7 Golden-Scarab-class Heavy Interstellar Dreadnoughts' high-intensity, dense fire was covering their own fleets' charge.
Had he not seen it with his own eyes, it would have been truly hard to believe that one interstellar warship could attack so hard as to leave thousands of interstellar warships opposite with no power to strike back.
At the sight of this, the Drought-Fiend Sovereign fell silent.
He even asked himself whether his own quasi-T7 Drought-Fiend Ghost-King-class Heavy Strategic Interstellar Multirole Destroyer could fight like that.
"Reporting to the Lord Sovereign: our fleets in the five local battlefield directions are being pinned down by the fire of that quasi-T7-grade enemy interstellar warship. The pressure is heavy." A subordinate hurried up to report just then.
No one had expected the quasi-T7 Golden-Scarab-class Heavy Interstellar Dreadnoughts joining the battlefield to change the battle so greatly.
It was not the same thing at all as the quasi-T7-grade interstellar warships they knew.
"Contact the garrison fleets in the other neighboring star systems at once; they're to come in support right now." The Drought-Fiend Sovereign thought a moment, then said, "After that I'll also contact the other Sovereigns to seek support."
"Yes." The subordinate wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and began passing on the orders.
By now he had taken back every bit of his contempt for the Owl Dragon-line quasi-T7 interstellar warships opposite. They were no quasi-T7-grade interstellar warships at all; they were downright monsters.
The battle being what it was, they were even beginning to doubt whether they could hold off the attack opposite.
This time the Owl Dragon Emperor opposite really had set his sights on their Drought-Fiend Sovereign's legion fleet, and had come fully prepared, all to wipe them out and swallow them whole here.
Of this, neither the Drought-Fiend Sovereign nor the officers and generals below him had any doubt left.
For the strength of those five quasi-T7 Golden-Scarab-class Heavy Interstellar Dreadnoughts was there for all to see, and it had shut their mouths and stopped their thoughts outright.
And now the Drought-Fiend Sovereign put his pride on the line too.
He urgently contacted the Troll Monarch and the Black-God Sovereign and called an emergency council of the three Sovereigns.
The Drought-Fiend Sovereign closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
When the Drought-Fiend Sovereign opened his eyes again, he was already in a holographic meeting room.
The Troll Monarch and the Black-God Sovereign were both there.
"Well, well, if it isn't our Lord Drought-Fiend Sovereign? The Drought-Fiend Sovereign is so busy now; how could he spare the time to summon us?" the Troll Monarch sneered.
By the look of it, he most likely knew the news of how things stood with the Drought-Fiend Sovereign's legion fleet at the moment.
They were all of the Devourer Civilization, but in truth they still kept their guard up against one another at heart, and each naturally kept a few eyes and ears in the others' territories and among their men.
All three Sovereigns knew perfectly well that the others did this.
So it came as no surprise to the Drought-Fiend Sovereign that the Troll Monarch knew the news from his side.
The Troll Monarch looked coldly at the Drought-Fiend Sovereign across from him, smiling; how could he let slip a chance like this to sneer back?
Ever since the first campaign, whenever they met, the Drought-Fiend Sovereign had never missed a chance to sneer at him.
Now at last the wheel of fortune had turned.
But in truth the Troll Monarch did not know very much about how things stood with the Drought-Fiend Sovereign's legion fleet at the moment; even with eyes and ears, there was no passing on intelligence as it happened.
The reason he could tell the Drought-Fiend Sovereign had come off worse
was that, first, he knew the Drought-Fiend Sovereign was drawing forces from other star systems, which alone showed the Drought-Fiend Sovereign was no longer very confident of his hold on the battlefield.
And now the emergency council of the three Sovereigns showed indirectly that the Drought-Fiend Sovereign was under great pressure.
The Drought-Fiend Sovereign's legion fleet had reached a moment of crisis; even if it was not in great danger, there was at least some danger in it.
Otherwise the Drought-Fiend Sovereign would not have called a council of the three Sovereigns at such a time, laying his trouble out before them all and giving the Troll Monarch a chance to sneer.
The Black-God Sovereign, for his part, watched the Drought-Fiend Sovereign and said mildly, "Tell us how things stand on the spot over there. What is the fighting power of the Owl Dragon legion fleets' quasi-T7 Golden-Scarab-class Heavy Interstellar Dreadnought like?"
Hearing the Black-God Sovereign, the Troll Monarch said nothing more either, and looked curious too.
Everyone was very curious about this quasi-T7 Golden-Scarab-class Heavy Interstellar Dreadnought of the Owl Dragon legion fleets.
Not only the three Sovereigns; everyone watching the turmoil of the Devourer Civilization's battlefields was curious just how strong this quasi-T7-grade interstellar warship was, the one the Owl Dragon Interstellar Empire claimed it could mass-produce.
After all, this was this interstellar warship's first battle!
The Drought-Fiend Sovereign took a deep breath and said with a grave look, "Things on my side don't look good right now. I'm still confident I can deal with the Owl Dragon Emperor and the legion fleets under him that I'm facing. But if the fighting goes on as it is now, even if I win, my Drought-Fiend Sovereign's legion fleet will suffer heavy losses, and the gain won't be worth the cost."
Hearing this from the Drought-Fiend Sovereign, the Troll Monarch curled his lip with a little laugh; he did not much believe it, and supposed the other was just saving a little face for himself.
"And the main threat to us in all this is the Owl Dragon Interstellar Empire's quasi-T7 Golden-Scarab-class Heavy Interstellar Dreadnought. I have to admit the Owl Dragon Interstellar Empire's quasi-T7 Golden-Scarab-class Heavy Interstellar Dreadnought really is very strong in combat. We haven't crossed swords with it yet, but this quasi-T7 Golden-Scarab-class Heavy Interstellar Dreadnought's fighting power is no less than my Drought-Fiend Ghost-King-class Heavy Strategic Interstellar Multirole Destroyer's," the Drought-Fiend Sovereign said.
The Troll Monarch could not help hitting back: "Drought-Fiend, if you can't, you can't. Can you stop making excuses for yourself every other sentence?"
"Let Drought-Fiend go on," said the Black-God Sovereign, with a glance at the Troll Monarch.
So the Troll Monarch obediently shut his mouth, and sneered no more at the Drought-Fiend Sovereign across from him.
The Drought-Fiend Sovereign raised his hand and brought up several combat videos of the quasi-T7 Golden-Scarab-class Heavy Interstellar Dreadnought, recorded just now.
As the combat videos played,
the Drought-Fiend Sovereign said, "This quasi-T7 Golden-Scarab-class Heavy Interstellar Dreadnought has firepower no less than an interstellar battleship's. It's fitted with a great many weapon modules. Besides that, it carries auxiliary ships, three thousand interstellar interceptors of unknown grade in all, about the size of the usual T4-grade interstellar warships. But their real fighting power isn't known yet; that still has to be judged. Going by what I know of the Owl Dragon-line interstellar warships, though, these interstellar interceptors most likely use quasi-T7-grade technology too, or T6-grade technology at the least. Besides that, there are great numbers of interstellar drone swarms. We have no real combat data on these interstellar drone swarms yet either, but at a guess they're interstellar drones of T6-grade technology or above at the least. …"
Listening to the Drought-Fiend Sovereign's account, the Troll Monarch's face began to turn grave too.
Mockery was one thing, and sneering another.
The Owl Dragon legion fleets were their common enemy, and the Troll Monarch still meant to wipe out his old disgrace on the Owl Dragon legion fleets.
Then he was bound to run into this quasi-T7 Golden-Scarab-class Heavy Interstellar Dreadnought.
So knowing the combat data of this quasi-T7 Golden-Scarab-class Heavy Interstellar Dreadnought was essential.