Chapter 238: The Silent Command: Federation’s Ruthless Strategy

Among the hundred Zhulong-class Type D warships, one stood out from the rest.

The reason was simple: something unusual clung to its underside, unlike any of the others.

It was a cigar-shaped object, over 500 meters long, with a diameter approaching a hundred meters.

With a thing that size, there was no way it could fit inside a warship—not even the cargo bay came close. No wonder Hu Li had it attached externally like this.

The securing mounts unlocked one after another, fully releasing this massive device.

Its own engines roared to life, adjusting its course for just a moment…

Suddenly, space shrank around it, and in the blink of an eye, it vanished.

Everyone in the Federation Fleet knew this sight like the back of their hand…

A jump!

An instant later, it reappeared—right in the middle of the second-tier allied fleet’s formation.

Space rippled and compressed again, and that mysterious device popped into existence at the heart of thousands of enemy ships.

Nobody registered what was happening—not fast enough.

While the enemy stood frozen, hatches on the device slid open all over its hull, revealing a honeycomb-like interior.

Metal spheres began launching out at a furious pace, spreading in all directions, fanning out across the vast enemy formation.

When fleet commanders realized what was going on, they snapped back to their senses and immediately ordered the thing to be destroyed.

They didn’t know what it was, but whatever it did, it couldn’t be good.

But by then, it was far too late.

In less than thirty seconds, the thing had already fired off over 3,000 quantum bombs.

In fact, the first volley had nearly reached the fringes of the enemy formation by then.

And at that exact moment, those quantum foam bombs, now scattered throughout the enemy fleet, detonated all at once…

Quantum foam ripped through the fleet, unleashed in every direction as the quantum windows spun out of control.

In an instant, more than seventy percent of the warships were swallowed up.

Equipping every quantum bomb with its own jump engine? Even the Federation couldn’t afford such a thing. For now, the most powerful quantum bomb could only devastate a sphere of about a hundred kilometers across.

Instead, Lin Yun devised a special delivery craft—one designed to jump into the target zone and then, using its honeycomb launch system, deploy thousands of quantum bombs in a split second.

A direct strike to the very heart of their fleet—a spectacular burst that scattered destruction like a shower of stars.

Afterward, they all detonated in unison.

And you know what? It worked brilliantly. Cheap, too.

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“Assessing strike results…”

“Enemy fleet: Directly destroyed, number classified. 3,125 ships heavily damaged. Overall casualty effectiveness: 75.6%.”

“Enemy fleet’s remaining operational warships: 6,915.”

On the bridge, the assessment team quickly finished compiling the results and reported in.

Nearby, Lin Yun and several researchers in white coats watched the constant stream of data on their displays, occasionally making adjustments.

As for Lin Feng, a deep frown creased his brow.

“Lin Feng, something’s wrong!”

Just then, a shout came from the bridge command group.

It was the ship’s chief strategist, Su He.

“I know!”

Lin Feng didn’t even turn around. He answered flatly.

He’d already seen the same problem that Su He was worried about.

Under normal circumstances, you’d expect anyone who survived such a sudden, mysterious attack to be terrified out of their minds.

The fleet should be in chaos, morale shattered—with panic sending those 6,915 surviving ships scattering for their lives.

But right now?

Lin Feng couldn’t see even a single warship trying to escape. Every ship held its course, straight ahead.

It was as if…

None of it had ever happened in the first place.

There was something seriously off about this. Even the strongest-willed species would crack after witnessing such carnage.

Well, whatever the explanation, they’d just have to wait until after the battle—then interrogate some prisoners to find out.

Their numbers were down to 6,900 now, and they were all just second-tier civilizations. The hundred Zhulong-class Type Ds could handle this.

“All ships, fire at will. Wipe them out before they close within 100,000 kilometers.”

“Yes, Major General!”

A hundred against nearly 6,900? Even the Type D’s secondary guns could hit from 300,000 kilometers, never mind the main guns that reached the millions.

At this pace, no matter how fast the enemy pushed to close ranks, it’d still take them three hours just to get close enough to brawl with the Federation Fleet.

Three hours, at least.

In that time, each Zhulong-class only had to pick off 69 ships apiece.

Not exactly a tough ask.

Do the math, that’s one kill per ship every three minutes.

Piece of cake.

Waves of proton beams sliced through the void, ripping apart the enemy ships by the dozens—one after another.

It was a pure slaughter, one-sided from start to finish.

And still…

There wasn’t even a hint of confusion among those warships.

“Are these people even capable of fear?”

Lin Feng grumbled.

He’d never seen anything like it.

Especially since the enemy was an alliance of three different civilizations—which meant…

All three of them were apparently species that neither feared nor hesitated.

One would be bizarre enough. But all three?

How does that make any sense?

Obviously, it didn’t make any sense at all.

“Report: Large numbers of ships detected—approaching from every direction.”

“Lots of ships? The enemy has more warships? What’s the headcount?”

“They’re not warships. Scans show almost all of these are unarmed and come in all shapes and sizes. The largest are several kilometers long, the smallest barely ten meters. Over a million in total.”

“What the hell…”

Lin Feng had to admit, hearing that report left him more than a little confused.

Especially that last bit—the radar officer claimed over a million ships? Seriously…

But the radar officer quickly projected real-time visuals to the captain’s station.

Onscreen, all kinds of ships could be seen accelerating like mad.

And their target was unmistakable—the Federation Fleet.

A closer look revealed the truth: these were all Kovalo Federation vessels, not warships but civilian ships.

The biggest were transport ships, stretching for kilometers.

The smallest were shuttles, barely a dozen meters long.

The scene was just… unreal.

Who was piloting these million-plus ships? What were they planning?

Surely they weren’t all headed here to crash—or even self-destruct?

Lin Feng couldn’t help grumbling again.

He didn’t realize his guess…

Was frighteningly close to the truth.

The pilots of these ships were Kovalo people—converted on their planets or aboard the space cities.

They all wore blank stares as they pushed their ships faster and faster.

At the same time, they repeated the same phrase over and over.

Translated into human language, it meant…

“My existence is the singularity where truth collapses!”

“Those who believe in me will transcend cause and effect, walk against entropy, and become one with the pure white!”

“Those who resist me shall be forever trapped in the cage of flesh, reduced to three-dimensional insects!”