Chapter 275 ·Turning Point (38)

Turning 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(38)

"Cystus!"

I grimaced. Just one more step—if only we could cross it, but the pureblood supremacists clung on relentlessly.

The flagship of the pureblood supremacists was forcing its way through the energy field. The field wasn't neutralized—it was still being maintained at maximum intensity—yet, the supremacists had smashed through it with brute strength.

At the front, their flagship led the way as each ship focused its shielding generator at a pinpoint to create a single spearhead. Sparks with enough power to rip apart any ship that touched the fleet's front line burst aggressively and scattered through the air.

A repulsive reaction from the field was breaking apart their ships' armor, but they managed to hold out through sheer size. More accurately, only the front and middle lines were holding.

The ships in the rear couldn't withstand the field's analysis at all. The regenerating energy field's suppression crushed their armor, countless cracks formed, and energy ran rampant through those fissures.

It all ended in explosions. Watching that, I realized they had decided to completely abandon their fleet's rear line.

Now that I looked, the ships at the rear were mostly ones that couldn't function properly anymore. Either Roxy's pranks or Archive's cubes had done them in, or they were ruined for various other reasons—every ship that was damaged was used as a throwaway.

Eliminate anything in the way. Even if it was their own allies. Typical of those bastards.

「You will not leave this place.」

I didn't know what trick he played, but Cystus' voice echoed throughout the storage bay. The encrypted communications channel wasn't breached—it was coming through a completely different route.

That deep voice carried something no human could possess. Brainwashing or delusion, maybe intimidation—an ability that shook one's reason. More dangerous even than Siren, who had been sealed in Archive's prohibited sector.

"What are you doing! Don't just stand there, move!"

Eric, barely catching his breath, shouted. Everyone scattered, cursing under their breath.

"If we keep speeding up like this, they'll never catch up! Keep going!"

「Increasing propulsion speed! All combat personnel, stand by at your designated stations!」

As the emergency announcement blared out from Griffin's bridge, Cystus' words continued.

「Your foolish rampage, trusting your pathetic strength, ends now. Death to the heretics! Learn that mercilessness is our only mercy.」

Cystus' voice cut off abruptly as Griffin and Albatross began their bombardment. To force their way through the energy field, they had concentrated a reverse field at a single point, leaving the rest of their ship vulnerable to external attacks.

The armor was battered by cannon fire, glowing red and beginning to melt—but they did not stop. As we increased the distance, the flagship closed in.

Even as their formation quickly collapsed, even as the middle line failed to break free, even as both rear and middle lines were falling to the field's repulsion, their only goal was clearly to eliminate us—accelerating like nothing else mattered.

The sight of them bracing themselves with either external armor or pushing other ships out front, holding out through bombardment, was not something to be taken lightly. I tensed involuntarily, recognizing how far they could go with such fanaticism.

Celestia flashed a tense look at me. Nadia, as well.

"Hyun-woo."

"... Let's go too. To the bridge."

It made sense to head there. Being at the ship's center meant we could respond quickly no matter what happened in any sector. Emergency corridors let us reach the storage bay or escape pods even faster.

"I'll stay here, Hyun-woo."

"What? Ah, because of the power loader?"

"Yeah. If I make some fixes now, we can use it later. There are spare parts, so the repairs themselves won't be hard. It's a shame I can't do precision adjustments, but I'll handle those in real-time while I'm operating it later."

"What about the other engineers...?"

There were no engineers in Griffin's makeshift storage bay. Not because none were assigned, but because half were in the engine room, and the rest were repairing various weapons.

There were some Beta Series units on guard, but they wouldn't be much help for urgent high-speed repairs. I thought maybe I should stay and help.

But Nadia shook her head. She turned, speaking firmly.

"I'll be fine on my own. I'll make sure nothing breaks through here. So go."

"If you need Beta Series assistance, don't hesitate. You know how to call for them, right?"

"Of course."

With that brief reply, Nadia dashed off to the repair platform where the power loader was docked.

"Carry, take good care of Nadia."

「(｀д´)ゝ」

Carry waved its support arms energetically as if to say "don't worry."

It followed right after Nadia. Multipurpose Unit 1 and 2 clattered along, clinging to the support arms and keeping up.

Thunk—Kugugung...

Missiles from the pureblood supremacist fleet broke through the anti-air systems and struck the outer armor directly. The ship shook. A loud alarm blared through speakers in the corridors.

「Warning. Fire detected in starboard engine section. Fire suppression system malfunction. All personnel, initiate manual fire suppression protocols immediately.」

All windows were forcibly sealed as per combat protocol. External armor had been deployed. Celestia and I rushed, joining the others heading for the bridge.

I was about to ask Carrot about Licorice's condition, but those tenacious supremacists ruined my chance. I clenched my teeth without realizing it.

"Hyun-woo, she'll be alright. Last time I saw her, she was more stable than before."

Celestia's gentle reassurance helped me push down my worry. With the situation as it was, I had no choice but to trust Carrot and believe Licorice would pull through.

At the bridge, while not as large as Albatross, I saw an expansive space. Holographic windows were scattered everywhere, showing the battle situation in all its stark detail.

The first thing that caught my eye was the ship's condition.

Green sectors, denoting "good condition," didn't even make up half. Most of the map was yellow for "average or below" or red for "severe damage."

The only comfort was that there were more yellows than reds.

"The left barrage is thin! Hurry up and repair the autocannon turret!"

"We're already using all repair drones! We're at our limit!"

"Then swap them out! There are still spares, right?"

"We're on it! Wait a sec!"

Shouts rang everywhere. The pureblood supremacist fleet that made it through the energy field was less than a quarter of their initial numbers, but since their flagship was their main power, the situation was far from favorable for us. We lacked everything—personnel, resources, time.

Albatross and Griffin were never meant to be run with such a small crew.

As large-class warships, they needed at least several dozen people to even function properly. But now, we didn't even have thirty, and we'd split them between two ships. It was only a matter of time before emerging problems couldn't be handled fast enough.

Thanks to the Beta Series Licorice made, the burden had lessened, but it didn't solve the root problem—decisions still needed to be made by people.

"Roxy, can you shoot down that ship?"

- Not right now. I poured almost all my power into the rail cannon, so it'll need time to recover.

Roxy said she could sortie, but that was it. She couldn't even do a level-one shot with her base weapon, the Reef Rifle, let alone a level-two charge. She'd looked shaky since she fired the rail cannon, and it turned out I was right—she couldn't use it right now, which made me click my tongue inwardly.

Desperate for options, I suddenly remembered Orca.

'Wait. There's Orca.'

Though it wasn't designed specifically for this, it was the Sky Whale's autonomous program. It should be able to handle the likes of Albatross and Griffin. Hadn't it logged into Archive's main system to temporarily stall the supremacist fleet?

"Orca, you can act as control AI, right?"

「Partially affirmative. I can handle ship motion control and overall attack evasion logic without activating my main body. If I sortie, computational resources will be stretched thin.」

"That's enough. I'll hand over Beta Series control authority—do your best."

「Request acknowledged. I was already in the process of acquiring ship main system authority. I'll focus on evasion and damage control rather than counterattacks.」

Not long after that, the enemy's attacks started hitting less often. But it wasn't a big difference. The supremacists weren't just pelting us with missile volleys and turret fire—they were ramming their entire ships into us.

They didn't care how many of their vessels were lost. By this point, they were fanatical puppets moving only for their god's will.

That was why we couldn't relax. As they crashed into us in suicide attacks, the shaking grew wilder and harder to control.

Screeee—!

Kaboom!

Like a hit-and-run, one ship clipped Griffin's side. Several sectors on the system readout flashed red in an instant. A few Beta Series units were blown out by a sudden external gust.

"Port, port aft is heavily damaged!"

"These f***ing bastards...! Get the fire under control! If you can't, quarantine the whole sector!"

Griffin was running at top speed, but we just couldn't shake off their pursuit. I checked the stern situation with the external cameras. The enemy flagship moved with unnatural speed for its size.

That was the reason. We were slowing down with every obstacle, while they sailed on unhindered.

We were firing back with everything, but their flagship's own reverse field was blocking our attacks. Honestly, I wanted to go solo, sink that flagship, and return.

'That'd just get me killed.'

I knew my limits. I was barely keeping up with defense and evasion—how could I do any more? Even if I crossed over, it'd be a problem—most mutants weren't a match for me now, but that was just me. For others, they were still symbols of terror and death.

Abandoning Griffin was a last resort—to be attempted only after every other option was exhausted.

'We have to break free.'

Those ships still trapped in the energy field might break out anytime. If they got out once, they could get out again. Listening to the blaring sirens, I studied the flagship's shape.

It towed what looked like over a hundred containers on its lower deck, had an unusual structure, and was strangely under-armed for its size. Even at first sight, it struck me as odd—not an interstellar colony ship, but allocating almost all resources to cargo.

It wasn't specialized for offense or defense as a flagship should be. It didn't quite fit being a converted freighter either—the output was carrier-class or above.

'Its reverse field grade is high, too.'

That meant more than one reverse field generator—all probably fitted with output boosters as well.

"Multiple wires are being fired from the enemy flagship! It's—anchoring cables! They're trying to latch Griffin down!"

I took a deep breath as countless anchors latched onto Griffin. It wasn't just the physical restraint; I sensed a disturbingly alien energy flow.

Clang! Clack-clack!

Repair drones, working outside to remove the anchors attached to Griffin's armor, immediately lost all circuits, overwhelmed by the unknown energy flowing through the wires.

As black sparks burst out, system warning logs flooded the screens—holographic windows flashing red filled my vision.

「Warning. External interference detected. Attempting to block system intrusion. Success, success, success, _It's_so_dark_here_ ... Failure.」

「Warning. Partial system shutdown. Recovery attempts in progress. ... Failure, ... Failure, fail—I_see_you. SystemqQwf12@#! Bzzzt—」

「Warning. You_will_experience_the_most_terrible_death_you_can_imagine_RW@#gd1」

The system logs began warping on their own; then the panels displaying the holographic windows exploded. Shards of sharp glass flew everywhere. Piercing screams echoed in our ears, leaving us all momentarily stupefied.

"What the hell...?"

「All personnel on Griffin are strongly advised to abandon ship immediately. System control has been lost.」

Orca recommended abandoning ship and transferring to Albatross via escape pod. It judged that Griffin was unrecoverable.

But we didn't make a move. Not because there weren't enough escape pods—ironically, since we didn't even have enough crew, there were more than enough pods.

Clunk!

"Kyah!"

What gripped us was an enormous jolt. The two ships, moving at different speeds, suddenly fused into one; the shock was so strong only holding onto something kept us on our feet. The interior shook violently.

Rumble—!

The pureblood supremacist flagship had finally seized Griffin's tail. I had assumed they'd try to smash our ship with a ramming prow, using their size advantage as they drew close. At first.

I was wrong. It didn't take long to realize—the bastards had no intention of killing us quickly.

The flagship's deck unfolded. The structure that had seemed so mysterious before began to activate, revealing itself as a giant crane with enormous claws.

Not a catapult—a device for grabbing or immobilizing something. Probably, that deck was once a mobile repair platform. But now, it wasn't filled with equipment, but with all sorts of monsters.

Griffin tried to blast that sector with its exterior heavy guns, but the turrets drooped mid-rotation and powered down. Every external weapon system failed.

「Ship control unavailable. Abnormal phenomenon—correction. Presumed supernatural power is holding Griffin in place. All weapon systems shut down.」

The external armor was barely holding, but it wouldn't last much longer. After all, the crane deployed from the flagship had Griffin fully immobilized.

Steam hissed from the anchoring cables as they tore up Griffin's outer hull. Crack—armor crumpled, then split wide, and mutants began crawling in through the crane's pillars.

I checked the forcibly opened sectors. The makeshift storage bay at Griffin's stern and the starboard engine room had been breached by the flagship's claws.

'... The storage bay—no, this is bad.'

Nadia was there. I watched on the monitors as the power loader detected countless mutant presences and began urgent startup procedures.

"Everyone, prepare for melee! Don't let them in!"

Mutants began pouring in through the forcibly connected corridor.

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