But the alien planet was too fast. It was like a shooting star, closing in on them in the blink of an eye. The railgun's power was great, but it didn't do much damage to the planet.
The purple vortex in the planet's center spun wildly, sending the railgun's beams flying in every direction. In the blink of an eye it slammed into Heron's flank.
Boom--!
Heron's flank was smashed to pieces, and the ship was sent tumbling through the air.
Yan Yuan felt that everything around him was spinning. Heron's protective shield was completely blown apart by the impact of the unparalleled planet.
But the bastion wasn't sent flying too far. A strong gravitational force came from the alien planet and pulled it back to its original position.
The planet had chosen a sinister place to crash into Heron, the bastion's main engine, its main thrusters.
Under its powerful impact, after the shield was broken, the main thruster was completely destroyed, and it was impossible to get out of it even if it wanted to.
If Tyrannosaurus had been here, it would have been able to rely on its stronger shields to defend itself. But Heron was built with speed in mind. It was designed for leapfrogging.
Imagine a bastion suddenly appearing on a distant battlefield and unleashing tens of thousands of battleships. With the added firepower of its own, it could turn the tide of a battle.
"Tail Breaker!"
Yan Yuan gritted his teeth. He steadied himself with the help of his seat's stabilizer and gave the order.
He had to be decisive, there was no room for hesitation. If he did, he would be doomed.
Heron's surface glowed with an azure light. Once again an energy shield sprang up from the ship's hull. Inside the bastion, all sorts of large components whirred to life under the power of the energy shield. The transport bay in the rear suddenly opened up to the front.
Apart from the parts that had been badly damaged by the impact, everything that was still functioning began to move forward.
From the back of Heron, a series of large metal parts detached from the ship's hull. They glowed with a brilliant green light as they flew toward the alien planet's gravitational pull.
A series of explosions filled the air. Each part was like a giant bomb that exploded in the vortex. Nearly half of Heron's rear was sent hurtling toward the alien planet.
At the same time, Heron's nose began to glow with a brilliant green light. A moment later, a beam of light shot out from the rear of the ship, propelling it forward. Roughly a third of the ship's body was propelled forward like a balloon. It left the battlefield in a blink of an eye and disappeared without a trace.
Cutting off one's tail to survive was a lizard's instinct.
The North had considered the possibility that Heron might encounter a larger Bastion, but it wasn't a problem.
There was a limit to a bastion's speed, and if they were to be chased down in the middle of battle, Heron's rear end would be a terrifying weapon. Through the internal transport area, they were able to move all of their people to the front. Of course they had to give up some things, but not the people. With people, they had a future. They had everything.
Of course, using the tail meant that Heron was useless. Right now it wasn't much stronger than a capital ship. It was only a third of its original size, and it couldn't carry all the resources and weapons.
The parts of Heron that had been abandoned exploded in a frenzy, but they managed to delay the alien planet. It would take time for the planet to accelerate again, so they could only watch helplessly as Heron tore through space.
However, the terrifying explosions were all absorbed by the vortex in the center of the ship.
… …
"Charge!"
Holmen's eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty light. The power of Wargod's Blade gave him a glimpse of victory.
He'd once used Arachnid to destroy a small planet.
The alien planet before them was large, but it wasn't impossible for them to destroy it.
When the aliens died, they left behind many vital crystals. They shimmered softly in space, and Holmen's eyes were filled with greed. So many vital crystals, how many resources would he be able to obtain once he returned to the Federation?
He was well aware of the auction that had been held in the Eastern Alliance.
Arachnid accelerated, its main cannon fully charged. Bolstered by the eight Wargod's Blades, it sped toward the alien planet. The ship's surface glowed brightly.
The aliens that had survived Arachnid's attack earlier were now scattered in all directions. They seemed to have given up all resistance.
Arachnid's fleet of Space Fighters was on the move as well. Like a net, they swooped down on the scattered aliens and collected the vital crystals that fell through the air.
All of this was a huge contribution!
Holmen's mind wasn't even thinking about Tyrannosaurus. All he knew was that the time had come for him to make a name for himself.
If he could destroy this alien planet, or even capture it, then no one in the Northern Alliance would be his equal.
Arachnid was small compared to the alien planet.
However, its ferocious and awe-inspiring appearance was truly shocking.
Holmen had a natural talent for command. His many years in the field had given him a wealth of experience.
His attitude had changed a little, but it didn't affect his ability to control the ship.
The Space Fighters had finished their job of eliminating the remaining aliens. They followed Arachnid's lead, spreading out even further as they headed for the planet.
The time to decide victory had come!
The alien planet was calm, as if it had forgotten that it was a war. It was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. It didn't react violently.
It simply hovered there, waiting for Arachnid to arrive.
Closer, closer and closer!
Arachnid's eight Wargod's Blades were raised to their full height. The light from their blades grew stronger and stronger, until it was a dazzling sight.
"Kill them!" Holmen shouted. Arachnid's energy shields were at full power as it charged toward the alien planet.
It was like a collision between two planets. Shields were at full power to avoid being affected by the enemy's gravitational pull.
The third watch was over.