Xyrin Empire

Chapter 407 - 407 407 Unfolding

?Chapter 407: Chapter 407: Unfolding Chapter 407: Chapter 407: Unfolding An unprecedentedly intense torrent of energy had appeared out of nowhere in the void of space, and the alarm system aboard the Hibernian was screaming wildly as if on the brink of self-destruction. Gigantic laser beams, unfathomable energy attacks, each explosion equal to the detonation of several nuclear bombs in oddly-shaped missiles, swept in from the direction where a colossal flash had just occurred. This sudden fierce assault bewildered the vast insect swarm, which had plunged the Hibernian Fleet into a desperate battle, even on the verge of complete annihilation. The swarm couldn’t even see their attacker, and amidst heart-rending shrieks and frantic contortions, they turned into ash. The energy beams that had incinerated countless insects couldn’t fully release their residual power, so the Nameless Planet, already hit by a direct cannon strike before, suffered another heavy blow. The unprecedentedly powerful beams cut across its surface with abandon; the entire planet shuddered violently like a boat bobbing in a tempest. Then, under the horrified gaze of James Raynor and his comrades, the planet instantly shattered into hundreds of neatly sliced fragments—it hadn’t even had time to explode!

When the nightmare finally ended, and Raynor was about to heave a sigh of relief, the Hibernian’s alarm system blared again: “Warning! Massive gravitational anomaly detected! Spatial stability dropping!”

“Good God! Commander! Look at this! What is it!?” The First Officer called out in shock, summoning everyone over. Raynor stood amidst his comrades, his face a mix of confusion and awe as he looked at the screen displaying the scene of the gravitational anomaly.

Like myriad phantoms in the night sky, a huge expanse of land shrouded in fog approached from the twisted vortex. A group of massive objects was emerging from the swirling chaos.

When the grand, colossal Cross-shaped Warship led its massive fleet slowly out of the warped space, even the battle-hardened James Raynor held his breath for a moment.

“This thing is really something… I bet even without that terrifying main cannon, they could wipe us out in thirty seconds,” a burly Big Man wearing thick Power Armor and puffing on a cigar stood next to Raynor, jabbing the latter’s shoulder with an arm covered in heavy steel plating, “Hey, Jimmy, where did you find these big-time killers?”

“If I could, I really wish someone could rescue me from this total bewilderment.”

Raynor shook his head slightly, his fist tightening.

Tex was right. Compared to this immense Alien Fleet before them, his own tiny army was excessively weak, and probably all his warships combined, including the Hibernian, wouldn’t match the size of a single lateral arm of that Cross Flagship. If the other side really wanted to kill them, forget thirty seconds—a head-on collision would do the job in one second.

Moreover, from that space-time-crossing bombardment that annihilated everything in an instant, even melting a planet’s Earth’s Crust, these massive, peculiar warships seemed possibly even stronger than the “Protoss” craft. Not to mention his own small force, which could at best be considered local armament, even the regular army of the Independent Federation might end up like those insect chunks turned into cosmic trash.

Since when did such a powerful Race appear in the universe? Isn’t one “Protoss” enough to make Human Civilization feel inferior?

Raynor suddenly had this strange thought.

Of course, he also knew that the chances of the other party suddenly turning hostile were practically zero—although their identity was unclear and their Warship’s style clearly didn’t belong to any known Human or Protoss design. But from their willingness to cross space to urgently assist him, and calling him and his people “Human friends,” they were at least not hostile.

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