Chapter 115 First space battle.

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"How is this possible?!" The pirate commander, known among his crew as the "Big Boss," roared, his voice booming across the bridge as he struck the trembling pirate officer in front of him. The force of the punch sent the man staggering backward, clutching his bleeding nose. "Can someone explain to me," the Big Boss continued, his voice seething with fury, " how in the void our fighters outnumber theirs three to one, and yet not a single one of theirs goes down?! Instead, we're the ones getting slaughtered out there! Look at that!" He gestured wildly at the holographic display showing the ongoing dogfight, where the sleek Wraith fighters of Cleo's fleet tore through the pirates' disorganized ships with ruthless precision. The pirates' numbers dwindled by the second, their formations reduced to scattered chaos. "My Lord, please calm yourself," the pirate leader from the failed trading station assault interjected, bowing slightly in deference. His face was pale, his confidence clearly shaken. "This isn't this poor bastard's fault," he said, pointing to the officer who had suggested the ill-fated raid. "This is all because of that damn mayor. He told the King there wouldn't be any military intervention at the trading station, but it's clear as day now that he betrayed us. He's the one to blame." The Big Boss's fist clenched, his knuckles cracking loudly. His yellowed teeth ground together as he spat out his fury. "That damn octopus-headed fool! When I report to the Lord about the losses we've suffered because of him, he'll be the one begging for mercy. I'll see to it that his slimy little head gets cleaned, permanently." Turning on his heel, the big boss marched to his grotesque, jewel-encrusted throne, collapsing into its plush cushions with an exaggerated groan. "Helmsman! Take us out of here! We're retreating! Warp back to base immediately!" Just as the helmsman began keying in the commands, an automated voice blared from the ship's combat system: ["Warning: medium-sized ship warp detected."] "What!?" The Big Boss bolted upright, his bloodshot eyes snapping toward the viewport. His jaw dropped in disbelief as he saw the spot where the white and gold enemy vessel had been, only to find empty space. "Where did they—" A second later, the space beside the pirate battleship rippled and distorted, as though reality itself were being stretched. Within moments, Cleo main ship emerged from the warp, its massive form shimmering in the void, positioned just one kilometer off the pirate ship's starboard side. The sheer audacity of the maneuver left the pirate bridge in stunned silence. "They're insane!" the Big Boss shouted, his voice cracking as he leapt to his feet. "All stations prepare for combat! Redirect the wormhole energy to the shields! Now!" Though a pirate, the Big Boss was no fool. He had decades of experience in space warfare, and his orders reflected the logic of a hardened veteran. His crew scrambled to obey, rerouting power to the ship's shielding systems as alarms blared throughout the battleship. But the pirate boss's orders barely registered with Rex, who was watching the entire scene unfold from the bridge of the Legion flagship. His golden eyes sparkled with amusement as he leaned casually against the command console, a wide grin plastered across his face. "Hahahaha! We've got them now, Cleo!" he said, pointing dramatically at the pirate ship through the viewport. "Let's show these fools what happens when you cross us. Cleo! Unleash the power of the turrets!" Cleo's voice echoed softly through the bridge, her tone icy yet composed. "Understood." Within moments, the ship's automated systems sprang to life. The rows of kinetic turrets mounted along the main ship hull rotated with mechanical precision, locking onto the pirate battle cruiser's starboard side. Cleo mainship hovered silently over the wreckage, a testament to its unmatched power and the folly of those who dared challenge it. "I wonder who the real villain is here," Carlos said, leaning back with a smirk as he watched Rex bask in the moment like a king on his throne. "Oh, shut up. You're the one with the evil face, " Ys snapped, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "Leave my adorable darling alone. He's just having fun! " Without warning, she launched herself at him, her leg arcing in a perfect flying kick. But Carlos was ready. A shimmering energy shield materialized around him, blocking her attack with a loud clang . The force of the impact sent a sharp ripple through the air. "Heh," Carlos chuckled, his smirk growing wider as Ys staggered back. "That all you got?" "Oh, so that's how we're playing it?" Ys hissed, her lips curling into a wild grin. Before anyone could stop her, her right arm twisted and warped into a massive black blade, its razor-sharp edge glowing with an eerie green light. "Both of you stand down. Right now," Cleo yelled, her voice cutting through the chaos like a whip. "If you start a fight on my ship, I'll toss you both out into space myself." Her glare was so sharp it could've sliced through steel. "She's right," said Rex, who was still lounging like he didn't have a care in the world. "Come on, guys, stop being so dramatic. I promise we'll build an arena later where you two can blow each other to pieces. But for now, maybe try not to destroy Cleo's ship? You know how she gets." Cleo shot Rex a look but didn't argue. Instead, she turned back to the controls. " Taking us to the trading station now," she said flatly, still radiating the kind of energy that made everyone want to behave. As the crew settled down, the ship hummed softly, its engines powering them forward. But for the group of rescued passengers watching all this unfold, the scene felt nothing short of surreal. Not only had this crew taken on a notorious pirate lord, but they'd also wiped out his infamous flagship in what felt like seconds. The trading station administrator stood frozen, staring out at the docked ship from the observation window. Even in his decades of military service, he had never seen anything like it. The vessel's sleek design, its unmatched firepower... it was enough to make his stomach churn. "Gramps, you think we're safe with them here?" the young engineer asked, his voice trembling as he gently touched his grandfather's shoulder. "I don't know, kid," the administrator replied with a heavy sigh. He straightened up, his face lined with worry. "Go gather everyone in the cargo bay. We'll wait there and see what kind of envoy they send." He gave the boy a reassuring pat on the back, though his own thoughts were far from comforting. He couldn't shake the growing sense of dread. Someone with that kind of firepower didn't just show up for a friendly visit. They were either a noble or worse.... A conqueror.

Chapter 115 First space battle.

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