The T4 Hell-Angel-class Heavy Interstellar Missile Ship is the most advanced missile ship in the Owl Dragon Legion's present service.
By rights, until the Owl Dragon Legion had something more advanced in hand, this class would not be sold abroad.
But there was no help for it: on account of the Swarm Surge before, Zhao Chen had been driven to promise the Angel Race this class.
And this was the only one so far delivered.
Because she had seen with her own eyes what these Owl Dragon-line missile ships could do upon a field, the angel Tilia had made it her own ship and flagship outright.
And now this T4 Hell-Angel, which she had brought from the Owl Dragon Legion, would show its majesty here at last!
"My lady, your authorization to fire, if you please!" The adjutant looked toward Commander Tilia, her own eyes full of eagerness for what came next.
At this time, before Tilia, requests for authorization appeared one after another.
Covering every type of missile this T4 Hell-Angel carries.
300,000 Hell-Angel Type I regular interstellar missiles;
50,000 Hell-Angel Type II medium-range heavy interstellar missiles;
20,000 Hell-Angel Type III ultra-long-range medium interstellar missiles;
5,000 Hell-Angel Type IV medium-to-long-range cluster missiles;
1,000 Hell-Angel Type V ultra-long-range dark-matter high-explosive interstellar missiles;
100 Hell-Angel Type VI black-hole-imitating special antimatter interstellar missiles!
Near 400,000 interstellar missiles!
Tilia raised a finger and tapped upon the requests one by one, unlocking these missiles and granting authorization to fire.
In this moment.
Launcher after launcher started up.
Upon the starship's fire-control system one could see ring after ring of red light — the target each missile had locked.
And at this time, upon the electronic screen at Tilia's other side, the launchers that had shown red turned every one to green, showing they stood ready to fire.
"Reporting — the enemy's warships have entered the firing radius and have opened fire upon our fleet," a bridge officer reported.
Though the enemy fleet had fired first, not all the demon warships had come into the first line of the engagement.
So the pressure upon the Holy Dragon Angel Legion was not very great.
And with the comprehensive defensive systems of the T3 Triceratops-class Heavy Assault Interstellar Escorts and the T4 Paladin-class Heavy Interstellar Missile Escorts, holding off and intercepting the enemy's attack was at present no trouble at all.
Having waited some minutes, and seeing the target come within the compass of attack Tilia had looked for.
Tilia raised her right hand slowly level with her breast, then swept it forward. "Upon the appointed district, a saturating firepower strike! Fire!"
"Yes!"
Missile after missile came speeding out of the launchers with its tail of flame.
Like a meteor rain of fire!
And of these missiles, the launching alone lasted ten minutes!
A full ten minutes before every missile aboard this ship was fired away.
The angel Tilia felt her own breast and belly rising and falling, and her breathing was somewhat quick at this moment.
Though she had only given an order, it was as though she had been through a battle in her own body.
There was a thread of fervor and excitement in her eyes still.
Had Zhao Chen seen that look, he would assuredly have said in astonishment that it was the very image of the wolf-girl Baixue's!
"My lady, our interstellar missiles are wholly fired away!"
The adjutant's voice beside her drew Tilia back to the present.
Tilia had no leisure to look at what this round of firepower had killed; she said outright, "Set interstellar supply ships at once to replenish the missile ships' missiles!"
"Yes!"
The adjutant went at once to have it done.
At this time the adjutant thought of something, gulped, and looked toward Commander Tilia. "My lady… that round just now… we have fired away 300 billion star coins' worth of interstellar missiles!"
Hearing this, Tilia's brows drew slightly together; at this moment she felt a pang.
Though the lord Zhao Chen had opened the sales rights of this T4 Hell-Angel to them, the price of a single hull is 4 trillion star coins — and a matching set of missiles for the whole ship is a procurement price of 300 billion!
And that procurement price is only the favorable one: with every T4 Hell-Angel bought, ten sets are granted at that favorable price.
The price without the favor is 500 billion!
This time Tilia had procured but ten sets of missiles, and now there remained only nine.
It truly hurt in the flesh somewhat.
But the flesh-hurting had its effect.
Very soon the effect of this round of firepower stood before them too.
By this ten-minute strike alone, above 2,000 T4-grade warships and 20,000 demon warships were annihilated outright!
Of the 40,000 demon hulls come in support, half were destroyed at a stroke!
A rich harvest!
"These Owl Dragon contraptions are good to use indeed — only that they truly burn money." Tilia laughed helplessly; but that was not what she was anxious about.
So long as she could show forth the field value of these Owl Dragon-line warships.
These matters the three Angel Kings would consider for themselves.
As for that earlier pride in using none but Angel-line warships — that had likely been swept away entire when the War Angel Star Region came under the Demon Race's threat.
"This… this… this…" Upon the other side of the field the angel commander Adams was so startled that he sprang to his feet.
"My heavens…" The adjutant beside him covered his mouth in astonishment.
"What… what happened just now?" Commander Adams gulped, and said it in a voice that shook somewhat.
"That… that ship… should be a T4-grade interstellar missile ship…" the adjutant muttered first, and then muttered in self-questioning, "But… has a T4-grade missile ship such force as that? In a bare ten minutes and more, to slaughter above ten thousand enemy hulls. Past all belief…"
Commander Adams quieted his own feelings with no small trouble, and asked his adjutant at once, "Were the field pictures just now recorded?"
"They should have been."
"Send that image data to the lord War Angel King at once! This is exceedingly important to us!" Having given the order, Commander Adams stared with eyes alight at that T4-grade missile ship within the picture.
As though he would print every corner of the ship upon his mind.
That burning gaze was hotter than the one he had fixed upon his first love on his wedding night.