Chapter 105: Victory at Warstar: The Final Battle Ends

The ion beam from the Super Stellar Cannon…

Wait, no, it was an ion column!

Blasted out for a full fifteen seconds before it finally faded away.

When it was all over, everyone was left in shock by that attack.

At least a quarter of the enemy warships were destroyed—the crucial point being, the Klein flagship… was no more.

Well, not completely gone, but nearly half the ship had vanished.

After all, that blast was aimed straight at Tumelo from the start.

Wrecking the rest of their ships was never the point. The real target was Tumelo’s colossal battleship!

But whether Tumelo himself was killed—no one could say for certain.

One thing was clear, though: his massive warship…

Was utterly ruined!

And that’s exactly what happened. The Klein fleet was thrown into total chaos.

In the blink of an eye, they’d lost a quarter of their warships, and even the king’s own ship had been devastated.

As for the Patriarch himself…

He had disappeared without a trace.

The entire clan’s command chain unraveled. No one knew what to do next.

Meanwhile, the sight of so much destruction kept chipping away at everyone’s will to fight…

They were on the edge of collapse.

And right at that pivotal moment, the Federation had no intention of easing up or giving them a chance to regroup.

Ten thousand gunboats at the front unleashed wave after wave of concentrated railgun fire.

Hundreds of warships fanned out to the left and right, forming two prongs. Together with the gunboats, they created a three-way crossfire.

And behind them, Lin Yu’s fleet of nineteen Zhulong-class warships opened up, each volley hurling thousands of ion beams forward.

For the Klein, it was a sight of utter despair.

It was then, in that desperate moment.

From what was left of the Klein king’s ship—Tumelo’s super battleship—a signal suddenly broadcast.

But it wasn’t an order to rally the fleet…

It was a signal of surrender to humanity.

By now, he knew there was no hope left. All he could do was beg humanity not to wipe them out, to spare some of the Klein bloodline.

It wasn’t a targeted transmission. The distress call went out broad-spectrum.

Every human warship picked it up.

But just three seconds later, they received a directive from Fleet Headquarters—personally signed by Mu Xingchen.

The order was brutally simple.

Humanity…

Will not accept Klein’s surrender. No prisoners will be taken.

Destroy them!

At that command, the fleets showed not a flicker of mercy and resumed firing.

——

Five hours later.

The final Klein warship was obliterated.

The Sixth Experimental Fleet, first to arrive at this graveyard, deployed their mecha troops to sweep the battlefield.

If they found any survivors, they’d simply finish the job.

Meanwhile, on the bridge of the Zhulong…

“It’s finally over!”

“Yeah, ever since the Kuiper Belt, it’s been three whole years. Hard to believe it’s actually over.”

Lin Yu couldn’t help but sigh at Mu Qingxue’s words.

To think, he’d barely graduated when the alien invasion broke out. His luck was just unbelievable.

Then came three straight years of war.

From the Fourth Fleet’s battle at Nyx, to the Jupiter campaign ten months later, then a year and seven months standoff in the Asteroid Belt, and finally the ambush at Europa.

After that, there was half a year of pursuit by the Fifth Fleet against Klein’s entire force, leading up to this last, decisive battle.

Somehow, at just twenty-one, he’d already survived three years of war.

And along the way, his rank had rocketed from captain to colonel—chances were, after this, he’d be promoted to brigadier general, a real Federation fleet officer.

A twenty-one-year-old brigadier general…

His big sister back at the orphanage was going to be floored.

That thought made Lin Yu a little nostalgic for the orphanage. He hadn’t visited his sister in over a year.

“Lin Yu, what are your plans now that the war’s finally over?”

Just as he was reminiscing about his sister and the other kids at the orphanage—

Mu Qingxue suddenly spoke up.

“Plans? First thing, I’m visiting the orphanage where I grew up.”

“And after that?”

“And after that… I’ll take some time off and rest up for a bit!”

“And then?”

Mu Qingxue pressed further.

Lin Yu was starting to realize something was off.

Wait, what was going on?

“Keep serving, and wait for my Warstar?”

This time, Lin Yu hedged his answer with a question, sneaking a wary glance at Mu Qingxue on his right.

She just frowned, her voice turning even colder.

Lin Yu could feel the chill—as if she was giving off a hint of killing intent.

“And then?”

In that moment, Lin Yu finally caught on to what all Mu Qingxue’s questions were really about.

And what kind of answer she was looking for.

To be honest, ever since that night Ye Lingwei told him those things, no one had mentioned it again—not Ye Lingwei, and not Mu Qingxue either.

He’d assumed Ye Lingwei was just making an offhand comment. Or maybe…

She talked it over with Mu Qingxue, who shot the idea down.

So no one brought it up again.

But now, he was starting to think maybe that wasn’t the case.

If you asked Lin Yu if he liked Mu Qingxue, the answer was obvious.

With looks like hers, nine out of ten guys wouldn’t stand a chance. The one percent left…

Well, maybe they just weren’t into women, or their eyes were broken.

“Wait… you really mean it?”

“What do you think?”

Mu Qingxue’s lips curled into a faint smile as she tossed the question back at him.

“Alright, but are you sure Commander Mu won’t try to kill me?”

“Relax, with the medical tech these days, they’ll patch you up as long as you’re still breathing.”

“So you’re saying I definitely will get beaten up?”

“If you can’t even handle that, are you really a man?”

Lin Yu wanted to cry hearing that.

On second thought, if that’s what it took to win the girl, maybe it wasn’t such a bad deal.

A determined look flashed across Lin Yu’s face.

Seeing that, Mu Qingxue couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“Don’t worry, my grandpa won’t beat you up. He’s already given his blessing!”

“Commander Mu, you’re serious?”

“Yep. Also, don’t you think it’s time you started calling me something else?”

“Qing… Qingxue?”

Lin Yu tried out the name, as carefully as possible.

“Very good. That’s what you call me from now on. Got it?”

“Alright…”

Meanwhile, standing just behind Lin Yu to his left, his aide George had caught every word of their exchange.

His eyes went wide.

Did Lin Yu just call Commander Mu… Qingxue?

And if you pieced the conversation together, were they really about to get married?

“Holy crap, this is wild!”

George’s mind, filled with the classics he’d picked up from Lin Yu and Andrei, nearly exploded.