181: Chapter 181 The Imperial Fleet in Chaos! Heavy Losses!

Star Calendar 3728, on the border of the Human Star Domain, the epic galactic war had reached a one-sided state of absolute annihilation.

Emperor Chen Fan used his power as a Star Warrior to tear through the void, personally leading the empire's elite to complete a shocking Space Jump, descending from the sky to appear behind the Cang Lan fleet, creating a pincer attack formation.

The Planet-Killing Main Cannons of the nine Dawn-class Star Destroyers roared, their beams of annihilation sweeping across the starry sky; Commander Lei Meng pressed in from the front, with a thousand warships locking down all escape routes; Commander Ling Shuang's thirty thousand mechas moved as if through empty land, their particle blades cutting through every obstacle; and Commander Ling Ye's Shadow Fleet conducted decapitation strikes everywhere, completely paralyzing the enemy's command system.

The once arrogant and unbridled Main Fleet of three thousand ships of the Canglan Empire had now completely fallen into a living hell.

"Boom—!!!"

Another Cang Lan heavy cruiser was struck by a Planet-Killing Main Cannon; its hull instantly vaporized, and even the light of the explosion seemed fleeting.

Dark purple debris splattered across the starry sky like a rainstorm, and chain explosions caused by fuel leaks erupted one after another, the flames illuminating billions of kilometers of airspace.

In the command channel, the arrogant clamor from the offensive was gone, replaced only by rising screams, wails, and desperate roars:

"Commander! Our ship's engine is destroyed! We've lost power!"

"Shields are shattered! Armor is fully penetrated! Requesting to abandon ship!"

"The rear is blocked! The front is cut off! We can't get out!"

"The Dawn Fleet is too strong! Those aren't just warships, they are Star Destroyers! We can't fight them at all!"

"A Star Warrior! That emperor is a Star Warrior! We are fighting against a god!"

Panic spread like a plague at the speed of light to every Cang Lan warship and every interstellar soldier.

Formations collapsed, command was in chaos, morale broke, and there was no way out.

Inside the command cabin of the super mothership wrath of canglan, there was a deathly silence.

Crown Prince Canglan Yao slumped on the command throne, his gilded armor askew. His past handsomeness and arrogance had vanished, replaced by a deathly pallor.

He stared hollowly at the battlefield display, watching the warships under his command explode, sink, and turn into stardust one after another. He watched the light points representing his forces vanish in droves, his heart feeling as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible giant hand, causing him intense pain with every breath.

Three thousand ships in the Main Fleet—in less than three hours of battle, over a thousand had been destroyed!

Five hundred thousand interstellar soldiers—over half were casualties, their ranks shattered, with countless numbers abandoning their ships to escape!

A century of elite troops, the shield of the empire, the glorious army led by the Crown Prince—now, they had become lambs to the slaughter, a mob fleeing in all directions!

"No... impossible... this isn't real..." Crown Prince Canglan Yao muttered to himself, his hands gripping the throne's armrests so tightly that his nails dug deep into the metal, drawing blood. "I am the Crown Prince of the Canglan Empire... I have three thousand warships... How could I lose... How could I lose so miserably..."

The generals beside him trembled, none daring to speak. The entire command cabin was shrouded in despair and silence. They knew very well that this battle was lost.

It was a total, humiliating defeat, destined to become the greatest disgrace in the century-long history of the Canglan Empire.

On the battlefield, the Dawn Empire's iron army was unstoppable, growing braver with every fight.

Commander Lei Meng sat in command of the front fleet, his gilded heavy armor radiating a towering fighting spirit. His voice, like a booming bell, echoed throughout the army: "The Main Fleet is to attack with full force! Block all shipping lanes, space stations, and strongholds in the Dead Zone from the front. Cut off the enemy's retreat and implement a total crushing blow! Do not give the enemy any chance to catch their breath! Charge!"

A thousand Dawn Fleet warships, like a silver-blue torrent, pressed in step by step, compressing the remaining Cang Lan fleet into an increasingly smaller area of space, like a tightening noose, choking the enemy's throat bit by bit.

Commander Ling Ye's Shadow Fleet wove back and forth through the chaotic enemy formation. With their stealth modules fully engaged, they hunted down every resisting command ship and anti-aircraft ship with ghostly precision: "Stealth infiltration! Prioritize decapitating the enemy leaders, command centers, and anti-aircraft positions! Open the gates and break through! The enemy is already in chaos; completely destroy their will to resist!"

Every time a beam cannon flashed, another Cang Lan warship lost its command capability, completely reduced to scrap metal floating in the starry sky.

Old Hu sat in command of the ground fortress. Five million ground troops and one hundred thousand Stone Armor Race warriors roared to the heavens. The fortress's main cannons fired continuously, maintaining an unbroken barrage of firepower: "The Ground Legion is to support with full force! Use all your skills in planetary landing, ground mopping-up, mineral star reclamation, and permanent occupation for this war to defend the country! Coordinate with the fleet to annihilate the incoming enemy! Every inch of land is worth a drop of blood; do not let the Cang Lan thieves take another step forward!"

Dense ground artillery fire wove a massive defensive net in the sky, intercepting the enemy's remnants while slamming fiercely into the trapped Cang Lan fleet. The explosions merged into a continuous, deafening roar.

Commander Su Qingyue sat in the Flagship, the three major systems of the Research Center running at full speed. Battlefield data refreshed in real-time. Her voice was steady and powerful, stabilizing the army's rhythm: "Emperor Chen Fan! The Cang Lan fleet is in total chaos, with losses exceeding thirty percent. Command has completely failed, and there are clear signs of a rout! The Research Center is providing full battlefield scanning, energy interference, and mothership support; we have total control over information superiority! The Star Destroyer formation can fire at full power to end the battle once and for all!"

Aila held the Seal of Ten Thousand Races, and the logistics support center was transporting resources at full speed. The Grey Race's antimatter ore, life crystals, and adamantine armor were being sent to the front lines continuously, keeping the energy and ammunition of every participating warship fully topped up: "Emperor Chen Fan! The Grey Race is responsible for resource inventory, mineral star sealing, and logistics support. Front-line supplies are secure, and our sustained combat capability is maxed out, ensuring our army can win when we fight and hold what we win!"

Commander Ling Shuang piloted the war god mecha, charging at the very front, with sixty thousand Dawn Mechas following closely behind. Their particle blades flashed with cold light, and wherever they passed, not a single Cang Lan warship was left standing: "All troops charge! Crush the enemy! Victory to the defense of the country! Victory to the Emperor!"

"Victory to the Emperor! Victory to the Dawn!"

Earth-shattering cheers resounded through the starry sky, the silver-blue battle cries drowning out the enemy's wails and becoming the only melody in this expanse of space.

Emperor Chen Fan, in his black robes with gold trim, stood above the void, his power as a Star Warrior enveloping the entire field. He watched the collapse and destruction of the Cang Lan fleet with cold eyes, his gaze calm and waveless, without a hint of pity.

This was the fate of aggression, the price of arrogance, and the final outcome for those who attempted to trample upon the territory of the Dawn Empire.

He raised his hand, and the power of space surged once more. A massive spatial rift tore open directly in the heart of the surviving Cang Lan fleet, instantly swallowing dozens of warships.

Then, his voice descended, like the verdict of the Grim Reaper, echoing across the entire battlefield: "Star Destroyer formation, fire at full power. Eliminate the remaining enemies; leave no future trouble."

Boom—!!!

The nine Star Destroyers simultaneously activated their main cannons at maximum power. Nine beams of annihilation, like a galaxy pouring down from the heavens, slammed fiercely into the core area of the Cang Lan fleet.

There was no resistance, no miracles. The remaining hundreds of Cang Lan warships were instantly vaporized, the fire of the explosion shooting straight into the sky, illuminating the entire starry expanse as if it were broad daylight.

[Beep! Real-time battlefield report updated!]

[Beep! Canglan Empire fleet in battle: 3,127 ships; 1,842 destroyed, 931 paralyzed, fewer than 300 remaining!]

[Beep! Enemy troop losses exceed seventy percent; command system completely destroyed; total rout across the line!]

[Beep! Our army has zero major casualties; overwhelming victory; the battle is decided!]

As the report came in, the entire Dawn army erupted into cheers that sounded like mountains collapsing and seas roaring!

Victory!

They had won the first major decisive battle of the war to defend the country!

Winning against superior numbers, triumphing despite being the weaker force, sweeping through an established Interstellar Empire, upholding the majesty of our nation, and shaking the galaxy!

Meanwhile, aboard the wrath of canglan, Crown Prince Canglan Yao watched as the last of his combat power was completely destroyed, and looking at the debris of his own warships flying across the sky, he finally collapsed completely.

He knew that if he didn't leave now, it would be too late.

He knew that the imperial army he had personally led had suffered heavy losses and was utterly defeated.

He knew that his arrogant boast of "destroying Emperor Chen Fan in one month" had become the laughingstock of the entire galaxy.

Panic, despair, unwillingness, and fear intertwined in his heart, finally crystallizing into a single thought: Escape!

He stood up abruptly, shoved aside the general beside him, and roared as he rushed toward the Flagship's escape pod: "Prepare the escape ship! Immediately! Now! I want to return to Cang Lan! I want to leave this place!"

"Order the remnants to cover the retreat! I must return alive!"

Pathetic, frantic, like a stray dog.

The once unbridled Crown Prince of the empire was now left with only the thought of fleeing in disgrace.

Emperor Chen Fan stood above the void, taking in everything, a cold arc curling at the corner of his lips.

"Want to escape?"

"Crown Prince Canglan Yao, your defeat has only just begun."

(Chapter 181 End)