Deep Space Scavenging, Hand Over Alien Warships at the Beginning

Chapter 156 Three Thousand Warships?”Is this what you called ’specialty products’?”

Lin Yuan stood on the unloading platform of the titan arsenal, his foot pressed onto the head of that tentacled ”caravan leader.”

In his hand, he tossed a spatial positioning beacon found in the hidden compartment of the other party’s cargo hold; the thing was flashing a blinding red light frantically, at a frequency as fast as a dying patient whose heart was about to burst out.

”Mis... misunderstanding! The communicator is broken!”

The caravan leader’s entire face was distorted by the alloy floor, his limbs pinned down tightly by two Star Spirit Warriors, yet he was still trying to fool people with that clumsy lie, ”Noble Commander, we really came with good intentions...”

”Good intentions?” Lin Yuan sneered, applying slight pressure with the tip of his foot, causing the other party’s skull to immediately emit a teeth-grinding creak, ”Is good intentions bringing three thousand brothers to hide in the cracks of the Subspace, waiting for you to shout out so they can come to the funeral feast?”

Just a moment ago, the moment this so-called ”peaceful caravan” landed, before they could even pull out the jammers hidden in their sleeves, they had plasma blades held to their necks by hundreds of Star Spirit Warriors who had long been lying in ambush.

In front of the [Dimensional Vision], this group’s tactical camouflage was as ridiculous as not wearing pants.

The caravan leader stopped pretending. His originally fawning face instantly turned ferocious, and a malice shone through his compound eyes: ”Since you’ve discovered us, there’s no need for me to keep playing along with you monkeys! Do it! Let these bumpkins see what interstellar warfare really is!”

Accompanied by his hoarse roar, deep within the originally deathly silent Boulder Starfield, space suddenly exploded open like a piece of rag violently torn by someone.

Hum—! A piercing gravitational wave alarm wailed instantly.

Not one ship, not two. A full three thousand interstellar warships with various liveries, like a swarm of locusts gushing out from the abyss, instantly filled the radar screens on the periphery of the arsenal.

Some of these warships bore the peacock emblem of the Moran Dynasty, while more were interstellar mercenaries painted with patterns like skulls and vipers.

The exhaust flames from the engines of three thousand warships simultaneously lit up this dim Boulder Starfield as bright as day.

In the public channel, an extremely arrogant voice exploded: ”Ants of Earth, I am the Commander of the Moran Dynasty Royal Fleet, Sano. Hand over the item you stole from the auction, and then commit suicide to apologize. Perhaps I can consider leaving half of your home planet as a slave farm.”

A hologram popped up on the screen. It was a noble of the Three-Eyed Race wearing a gorgeous military dress uniform, holding a glass of red wine, his eyes looking as if he were watching a stray dog on the side of the road.

Inside the command hall of the Celestial Fortress, the atmosphere had solidified to the extreme.

Chen Weiguo’s fingers gripped the edge of the command console tightly, his knuckles turning white.

The richest battle humanity had ever fought was just a few hundred ships exchanging fire; this scene of three thousand capital ships pressing down on the border, just looking at those dense muzzles, was enough to make soldiers with weaker psychological fortitude collapse.

”Commander, the enemy force is more than three times our number and is equipped with phase shields,” gaia said, her speaking speed rapid, ”I suggest relying on the titan arsenal’s defensive force field to conduct a positional battle.”

”A positional battle?” Lin Yuan, sitting in the command chair, slowly put his legs down from the console.

He looked at the insufferably arrogant Sano on the screen, the expression on his face not one of fear, or even solemnity, but rather a kind of... offended annoyance.

”Hey, you fancy peacock over there,” Lin Yuan turned on the communicator, his voice lazily transmitting over, ”Has your dynasty gone poor and crazy? You ran all this way to deliver a package, and you only brought this many people?”

Sano’s hand holding the red wine froze in mid-air, stunned for a moment before realizing the other party was mocking him.

”What... did you say?”

”I said, only three thousand?” Lin Yuan stood up, adjusted his collar, and the scarlet light in his eyes began to flicker, ”My arsenal just opened, and I was worrying about not having a place to test my guns. Since you’re rushing to be targets, then don’t leave.”

He waved his hand violently, the motion like pushing open the gates of hell. ”gaia, show them all our assets! Open the door! Release the hounds!”

Rumble— The massive crystal gate of the titan arsenal, which had been tightly shut for tens of thousands of years, emitted a thunderous tremor.

The next second, a scene occurred that all the mercenaries would never forget for the rest of their lives. Countless streams of ghostly blue light gushed out from the giant gate.

That wasn’t light; it was dense, tens of thousands of [Star Spirit Warriors]. These all-mechanical killing machines didn’t need pilots, didn’t need to breathe; they were like a swarm of killer bees whose nest had been poked, blotting out the sky as they pounced on the enemy fleet.

Every Star Spirit Warrior was equipped with a micro-fusion thruster, moving so fast that only afterimages could be seen. They didn’t care about any formations at all; it was purely an unreasonable ”machine swarm tactic.”

”Is this your trump card? A pile of mindless drones?” Sano sneered, putting down his wine glass, ”Order the fleet, activate the close-in defense guns, and blast this scrap metal into...”

Before he could finish his sentence, the first wave of contact battle erupted.

Those mechanical soldiers he viewed as scrap metal flexibly dodged the cumbersome close-in defense fire, the plasma blades in their hands easily slicing through the alloy armor that the mercenary warships were so proud of.

Immediately after, huge fireballs exploded within the enemy formation. These weren’t ordinary missiles; they were gravitational wave bombs fired by the main gun of the ”Daxia Longque.”

This product of titan technology was simply unreasonable. The space around the explosion point collapsed instantly, and several frigates that were close by didn’t even have time to react before they were crumpled into a ball of scrap metal twists by the distorted gravitational field, the people inside pressed into meat paste without even being able to let out a scream.

”This... what kind of weapon is this?!” Sano’s expression changed, ”Gravitational wave weapon? How could this be something a Level 1 civilization could possess?!”

”Level 1 civilization?” Lin Yuan’s voice cut into the channel again like a ghost, ”Sorry, I have cheats.”

The battlefield instantly turned into a chaotic mess. The human side not only crushed them in terms of numbers, but the individual quality also formed a generational gap. Those Star Spirit Warriors rushed onto the decks of the enemy ships, just like Terminators entering a kindergarten, it was a completely one-sided slaughter.

”Retreat! Retreat quickly! Increase the distance!” The mercenaries were ultimately people working for money; seeing that the situation was wrong, they immediately turned their ships around to run. But it was easy for this group to come; did they think it would be easy to leave?

Lin Yuan stood in front of the porthole, watching the enemy ships attempting to activate their curvature engines to escape, and pulled out the canister of gray gas he had collected from the titan box from his bosom.

”Since you’ve come, you have to leave some souvenirs.” He stuffed the ”Dimensional Reduction Grenade” into the teleportation port, locking onto the most dense central area of the enemy fleet.

”I used to think the ’Dual-Vector Foil’ thing in books was quite mysterious, but today let’s be trendy people too and make some performance art.” ”Fire.”

An inconspicuous gray capsule ejected, mixed in with the sky full of laser beams, and flew accurately to the top of the mercenary fleet. Then, it ruptured.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor was there any blinding light. In the center of the battlefield, a large area suddenly became ”quiet.” It was as if someone had taken a huge eraser and fiercely wiped across the three-dimensional space.

With the explosion point as the center, all matter within a radius of one hundred kilometers—warships, mechas, human bodies, and even the flames produced by the explosion—lost their ”thickness” in an instant.

The originally three-dimensional warships were forcibly ”unfolded” into a thin picture. You could clearly see the engine structure inside the warships, see the terrified, wide-open mouths of the mercenaries in the cockpits, and see the blood flowing in their blood vessels.

Everything was laid out extremely meticulously in the void, the colors so vivid that it was nauseating, yet there was no longer a trace of life’s fluctuations. A ”starry sky oil painting” a hundred kilometers long was thus abruptly hung in the Boulder Starfield.

The whole scene was deathly silent. Whether it was the human fleet still firing or the surviving mercenaries, all were so scared by this terrifying scene that transcended cognition that they forgot to breathe. That was the crushing of dimensions. It was a dimensional reduction strike by gods against mortals.

”Ghost... it’s a ghost!!!” The remaining mercenaries completely collapsed. Whatever bounty, whatever imperial order, in front of this terrifying ”scroll,” it all became bullshit. The remaining hundreds of warships fled in all directions like madmen, fearing that if they were a second late, they would be turned into wall stickers by that devil.

”Want to run?” Lin Yuan’s figure flashed, and the [xingtian demon god] mecha directly activated spatial warp, instantly appearing above that flagship painted with the peacock emblem.

The giant mechanical palm brutally tore open the bridge armor, and like catching a little chick, dragged the already paralyzed Sano out from his command seat.

”Let me go! I am a prince of the Moran Dynasty! You can’t...” Splat. The fingers of the xingtian mecha closed slightly, and half of Sano’s body instantly turned into meat paste, leaving only his upper body still gasping for breath.

Lin Yuan held this puddle of rotten meat in front of him, his voice as cold as ten-thousand-year glacial ice: ”Now, I ask, you answer. Who gave you the guts to come and touch my territory?”

Sano was twitching all over in pain, snot and tears mixed with blood smearing his face, his previous noble demeanor gone without a trace: ”It... it’s the Papacy! It has nothing to do with me! It was the bishopric of the Mechanical Papacy that gave us the coordinates! They... they said this was the vanguard battle of the Great Crusade!”

”The Papacy?” Lin Yuan narrowed his eyes. ”Yes! The Tenth Holy Crusade... is already assembling!” Sano, in order to save his life, spilled everything like beans from a bamboo tube, ”This time is different! The leader is... the [Cardinal]! That is a planet-killer battleship! A real planet-killer! They want to avenge the dead adjudicator and take back that titan box! I’m just a cannon fodder scout!”

Planet-killer. Cardinal. Lin Yuan’s fingers tightened abruptly. With a crisp ”snap,” Sano’s neck was completely crushed, and his corpse was tossed like trash into the cold space, drifting toward that huge two-dimensional painting.

”What a holy crusade.” Lin Yuan turned around, looking at the human soldiers cheering for victory behind him, but there was no joy in his eyes. They had just finished fighting a pack of wild dogs, and now a T-Rex was coming.

That black-robed person was indeed just the beginning. He looked up toward the deep space, which was pitch black, but he could seemingly see a massive fleet capable of blotting out stars, carrying the will of destruction, crushing its way toward the Solar System.

”gaia.” ”Here, boss.” ”Clean up the battlefield; don’t waste even a screw.”

Lin Yuan’s voice echoed in the communication channel, carrying a ruthless determination to burn his bridges. ”Also, notify Academician Wang to crank the production line of those gravitational wave bombs to maximum power. And...”

He paused, his gaze falling on that terrifying starry sky painting. ”That kind of ’dimensional reduction grenade,’ it would be great if we could get a few more. Unfortunately, it’s out of print.”

”However...” Lin Yuan licked his lips, revealing a mouthful of white, menacing teeth, ”Since they are coming, we must prepare a bigger ’return gift.’ There should be more than just this in this titan arsenal, right?”

[Ding! Detected that the host has defeated the high-level civilization coalition fleet. Battle rating: S-rank.] [System authority upgraded! Unlocked factory hidden area: titan Star-Core Forge.] [Note: This forge can be used to forge ”star-level” giant wonder weapons.]

Lin Yuan smiled. He looked at the newly popped-up option, the madness in his eyes instantly ignited. ”Star-level weapons? Very good.” ”Then let us see whether their planet-killer battleship is harder, or the hammer I build is harder.”