229: Chapter 229 The Queen Fishes, Main Cannons Bombard the Ground!

Su Xiaoqi held her pot and evaluated seriously.

"This big sister sings quite loudly."

"If we used it to go with our meals, the people in the Lower Deck could probably eat two extra bowls of gruel."

Shen Wanxing covered her forehead.

"You really treat an international diva like a cafeteria lady."

The proprietress's voice popped up on the commercial channel.

"Actually, it could really sell."

"A pre-battle morale-boosting combo; listen to one song, get half a bowl of soup. It would absolutely sell out."

Yi Chang coldly interjected.

"New projects are not allowed without approval."

The proprietress immediately changed her tune.

"I'm just exploring the construction of spiritual civilization for the territory."

Jiang Jiuyou ignored them.

"The shield is starting to drop."

Shen Wanbing raised the spectrum.

"Luo Yunwei's talent is SSS-rank."

"Faith Fanaticism, Musical Domain."

"She converts the emotions of the survivors in the convoy into a shield; the efficiency is high."

Chen Chen looked at the pale golden shield on the screen.

"What's the cost?"

Shen Wanbing pulled up the casualty data.

"The longer she sings, the more severe the Spirit overdraft of the convoy personnel becomes."

"Some are already unconscious."

"If she keeps holding on for ten more minutes, at least half of her convoy will collapse."

Mio's speaking speed increased.

"The Battlefield Learning Core has activated."

A black giant egg rose above the grayish-white fleet.

The outer shell cracked open, revealing dense gears and neural wires inside.

Countless grayish-white ripples swept across Luo Yunwei's shield.

The pale golden shield began to show fractures.

The Third Disassembly Fleet did not launch a fierce attack, but instead slowly applied pressure.

They seemed to be waiting for the shield frequency to be completely dismantled.

Shen Wanxing bit her lip.

"She's about to collapse."

Blood Rose glanced at her.

"Feeling sorry for her?"

"Not at all."

Shen Wanxing pulled her blanket up.

"I'm just afraid the second fragment will be snatched away."

Chen Chen did not speak.

On the Radar map, Luo Yunwei's convoy suddenly changed its route.

The originally elongated escape formation began to gather toward the valley on the right side of the wasteland.

The lighting trucks stopped first.

The logistics vehicles brought up the rear.

The stage truck, on the contrary, reversed toward the most dangerous position.

Jiang Jiuyou frowned.

"Is she compressing the formation?"

Shen Wanbing zoomed in on the route map; a few seconds later, her fingers stopped.

"She is forcing the Disassembly Fleet to shrink the encirclement along with her."

The thirteen grayish-white warships indeed began to adjust.

In order to ensure the fragment capture hook covered the convoy, they slowly pressed from a semi-arc formation into a dense oblique formation.

Mio's projection shuddered.

"This angle..."

Jiang Jiuyou continued.

"It's perfect for main cannon coverage."

The main control room was briefly silent.

Blood Rose whistled softly.

"This diva's brain is not bad at all."

Shen Wanxing's expression was complex.

"She has always been good at finding the camera."

Chen Chen looked at the increasingly tight grayish-white fleet on the Radar map.

"This woman is indeed smart."

"She knows she's already on the table, so she actively sprinkles the seasoning and sets the plate straight."

Su Xiaoqi looked up.

"Then can we start eating?"

"Soon."

On the battlefield, Luo Yunwei's singing suddenly stopped.

The shield dimmed by thirty percent in an instant.

Cries and screams came from the convoy.

The muzzle on the chest of the grayish-white command ship lit up, and the thirteen warships turned in unison.

The Battlefield Learning Core emitted a mechanical sound.

"[Musical Domain analysis complete.]"

"[Counter-armor adaptation complete.]"

"[Fragment capture hook prepared.]"

"[Destruction salvo countdown.]"

Three seconds.

Luo Yunwei stood at the top of the stage, looking up at the night sky.

She couldn't see the Ghost Fortress.

But she didn't sing again.

Shen Wanxing gripped the blanket tightly.

"She is gambling that you will make a move."

Chen Chen stood up.

"She won the bet."

He raised his hand and opened the combat channel.

"Jiang Yanxue."

Beside the dark hatch, Jiang Yanxue had already fastened her descent harness, with the Shadow Instant-Kill Blade hanging at her waist.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Chen Chen threw the SS-rank logic virus bomb over.

The black-silver chip landed in her palm.

Shen Wanxing sat up straight instantly.

"I fished that out while I was sleeping!"

Jiang Yanxue chuckled softly.

"Don't worry, I'll blow up something big for you."

Chen Chen looked at the projection.

"The core heat vent, there's only one window of opportunity."

Shen Wanbing quickly reported the coordinates.

"The third dorsal armor plate of the command ship, it opens 0.7 seconds after the grayish-white heat flow back-vents."

Jiang Jiuyou linked the descent trajectory.

"I'll open a silent deployment channel for you."

Jiang Yanxue loosened her neck.

"Don't mess up the wind."

The next second, the hatch opened silently.

The high-altitude cold current poured in for an instant, then was suppressed by the silent barrier.

Jiang Yanxue leaped down.

She didn't activate her thrusters.

Her whole body hugged the night as she fell, accelerating faster and faster.

Above Luo Yunwei's convoy, the grayish-white command ship began the countdown.

"[Three.]"

Luo Yunwei stood on the stage, her fingers gripping the microphone turning white.

"[Two.]"

The muzzles of the thirteen warships lit up.

"[One.]"

The third armor plate on the back of the grayish-white command ship popped open.

Jiang Yanxue slammed down from high altitude.

She flicked her wrist.

The black-silver chip precisely drilled into the heat vent.

"[Logic virus loading.]"

There was no explosion.

There was no fire.

A circle of garbled ripples spread from the back of the command ship.

The cannon light on the chest of the grayish-white command ship got stuck.

The fire control links of the thirteen warships flickered simultaneously.

The counter-armor froze piece by piece in a half-deployed state.

"[Error.]"

"[Error.]"

"[Fleet synchronization link conflict.]"

"[Battlefield Learning Core deadlock.]"

Mio screamed in the main control room.

"It worked!"

Jiang Jiuyou pressed down the main fire control switch with her right hand.

"Camouflage disengaged."

The Sea-Air Composite Fortress revealed itself in the high altitude.

Twelve Star-Splitting main cannons raised simultaneously, dark red cannon light tearing through the silent barrier.

The Lower Deck, commercial district, and industrial cabin—all public screens lit up.

Chen Chen turned on the wasteland broadcast.

"Nice job fishing."

"You can board now."

Luo Yunwei raised her head, sweat sliding down her neck into the collar of her black dress.

Hearing this, she held onto her last bit of strength.

The grayish-white fleet finally reacted.

But it was too late.

"Fire."

The twelve Star-Splitting main cannons fired in unison.

Dark red cannon beams pressed down from high altitude.

The shield of the first grayish-white warship had just lit up when its bow was pierced.

The second warship's counter-armor deadlocked; it took a direct hit, and a huge hole was blown into its hull.

The third and fourth ships tried to scatter, but Jiang Jiuyou blocked their route in advance; the secondary cannons followed up with blue-white pulses, blowing up all their thrusters.

Qin Hongye stood on the calibration platform, a bandage wrapped around her right shoulder, and fired two shots from the Meteor sniper cannon.

Two auxiliary projectiles drilled into the weak points of the warship's shield.

The main cannons fell along the breach she tore open.

The grayish-white warships fell toward the wasteland one after another.

Su Xiaoqi excitedly slapped her pot.

"They fell, they fell!"

Mio couldn't help but scold.

"Those are warships, not roast chickens!"

The proprietress had already posted new betting odds.

"[How many rounds until the Third Disassembly Fleet is wiped out]"

"[Can Luo Yunwei board the ship alive]"

Yi Chang's audit prompt immediately popped up.

"[Wartime betting pool rake: 50%.]"

The proprietress almost dropped her abacus.

"Fifty percent? Why don't you just rip off my tail!"

Yi Chang responded calmly.

"That can also be converted."

The proprietress immediately shut up.

In the center of the battlefield, Luo Yunwei's shield shattered completely.

A fragment capture hook passed through the cannon fire and grabbed toward the stage base.

Chen Chen raised his hand.

"Tractor beam."

A pale blue beam of light descended from the bottom of the Ghost Fortress.

It didn't pull the entire convoy.

It only locked onto Luo Yunwei.

Shen Wanxing was stunned.

"Not saving her convoy?"

Chen Chen looked at the Radar.

"The convoy continues to serve as bait."

"The remaining grayish-white ships will prioritize snatching the second fragment."

Shen Wanbing added.

"When she leaves the stage, the second fragment's fluctuation will briefly remain on the stage base."

"Enough to hold the remaining warships for thirty seconds."

Shen Wanxing opened her mouth, but in the end, she didn't say anything.

Inside the tractor beam, Luo Yunwei did not struggle.

Instead, she straightened her black dress while ascending.

She smoothed out the torn hem of her dress and quickly pushed her messy, silvery-white hair behind her back.

Her chest heaved heavily, and her neckline was torn, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.

Yet when she stepped into the hatch of the Ghost Fortress's Lower Deck, her high heels landed steadily.

The hatch opened.

Chen Chen stood at the end of the corridor.

Jiang Yanxue returned from the other side, the Shadow Instant-Kill Blade still stained with grayish-white electric sparks.

Seeing Chen Chen, Luo Yunwei didn't ask about her convoy, nor did she make any demands.

She walked up to him.

Fragrant sweat soaked her black dress, and her shoulders and neck were blindingly white.

The next second, she knelt on one knee.

Her posture was very low.

"Lord."

"I have fulfilled the mission as bait."

She raised her face; her voice was a bit hoarse, but her words were clear.

"The second fragment is in the Divine Sound core at the base of the stage."

"My convoy can still hold for another twenty seconds."

"Now, I have come to fulfill my promise."

Shen Wanxing poked her head out from behind, so angry she almost crumpled her blanket.

"She's doing it again!"

Blood Rose leaned against the doorframe, watching the show.

"This one is better at kneeling than you are."

Shen Wanxing's ears turned red.

"Who is comparing this with her!"