Colonial Suit

The bearded captain's orders were carried out to the fullest extent. In just a few minutes, this small fleet, barely worthy of the name, completed its combat preparations. All armor was fully raised, and electromagnetic shields were activated. One by one, the small ships followed the three Hilts, descending towards the planet below.

The bearded captain sat on the bridge, his eyes gleaming with confidence.

He trusted his warship as much as he trusted his own children.

The Hilt under his command was a new model from Xilek Star, utilizing the latest dual-weapon system. As everyone knew, due to the weak resistance in space, kinetic weapons were often more efficient than energy weapons. However, the opposite was true within the atmosphere. Therefore, the Hilt's dual-weapon system gave it greater adaptability. Equipped with both a heavy-duty electromagnetic railgun and a plasma cannon, the Hilt could adapt to almost any combat environment, with astonishing offensive capabilities.

It could be said that this was a warship designed for offense from birth. Combined with the Xilek's unique split-hull technology, it had reached the upper echelons of the Fifth World's standards. It didn't even need to fear ordinary mercenaries.

In fact, unless they were meteor-class mercenaries, they were no match for the Hilt. The Hilt was designed from the start with the need to fight mercenaries in mind, possessing an extremely strong ability to capture moving targets. This was also the Xileks' insistence, as they had been knocked off their pedestal by individual force during the Great Chaos. Now, they wanted to regain their dignity with their warship technology.

However, the bearded captain also knew that this was almost impossible. In this era of individual force, the era of warships deciding battles was long gone. The Xileks' dream could only remain a dream.

Sitting in the spacious and bright bridge, he quietly looked at the white planet below, placing his captain's hat on his head.

"Prepare to enter the atmosphere. First, dispatch two assault ships to perform a rapid descent."

"Yes," the navigator responded loudly, relaying the order.

Soon, the two small ships at the rear of the fleet broke away from the formation, accelerating downwards. As they dove, they activated their heat-resistant coating and extended deceleration plates from the sides of their hulls.

Visibly, as they descended, red, hemispherical air shields appeared beneath their hulls. The friction between the hulls and the atmosphere generated high temperatures, enveloping them like fireballs. As time passed, seeing the two assault ships completely transformed into fireballs, plunging into the atmosphere like meteors, the bearded captain finally felt somewhat relieved and ordered the entire fleet to descend.

This was a necessary procedure for the fleet's landing, which he couldn't skip even in his anxiety. Otherwise, if enemies were present in the atmosphere, the fleet would suffer a devastating blow as it passed through.

In the silent universe, the entire fleet began to descend. Patches of heat-resistant coating were activated, and the warships' bellies became smooth and rounded. Soon, fiery air shields generated by friction appeared beneath them, enveloping them one by one like fireballs.

The ships began to shake violently, and all data fluctuated rapidly. At this time, excessive electromagnetic waves would occur around the hulls, interfering with most instruments. The entire fleet instantly became deaf and blind.

This was the stage the bearded captain feared the most. It would last for about ten minutes, with slight variations depending on the thickness of the atmosphere. But once they passed through the atmosphere, the fleet would return to normal. Then, there would be nothing to worry about.

Inside the bridge, all the crew members were busy. The bearded captain sat up straight, his eyes fixed on a data point on the screen.

1000, 700, 500, 300, 100… (units: kilometers)

They were about to break through the atmosphere. The bearded captain breathed a sigh of relief, almost imperceptibly. Just as he was about to relax…

Suddenly, a loud noise rang out on the bridge. Visibly, the rearmost assault ship suddenly exploded, and its hull began to slowly roll over.

"What happened?"

"Oh my god, the Meyer has been attacked! The nozzle has been pierced!"

"Look, their hull is capsizing… Not good! They've lost their balance!"

"Deceleration plates broken, damn it, they're going down! Report received, the Meyer's keel has cracked, and the hull structure is unstable!"

"My God!"

For a moment, exclamations of surprise filled the bridge. All the crew members involuntarily stood up, watching the tumbling fireball below in horror. That was the Meyer, one of the two assault ships that had entered the atmosphere first. But no one had expected it to be attacked at this moment. What had just happened? What weapon could damage an assault ship like that with a single blow?

It should be known that even as an assault ship, the Meyer was a crystallization of the Xileks' expertise in shipbuilding. When breaking through the atmosphere, it needed to open all the armor plates on its lower abdomen. Although it couldn't attack at this time, its defense was still present. With the Meyer's defense, even a single shot from the Hilt might not be able to penetrate it. What the hell was this?

The bearded captain suddenly stood up, staring at the hull below in surprise.

Right before his eyes, the Meyer finally met its end. It shuddered first, then slowly broke in the middle, splitting into two sections like a broken sugarcane. A large amount of fire entered the hull from the break, instantly turning it into two balls of fire.

"The Meyer is finished," a crew member said in fear. Breaking a hull in the atmosphere was even more terrifying than suffering damage in space. High temperatures and low pressure would instantly destroy all life inside the ship. And a warship that couldn't fly after breaking apart would become a large stone, helplessly pulled towards the surface by gravity.

"Quick! Send out a warning, we're leaving here immediately!" a crew member screamed. But he received no response from anyone.

Everyone looked at him strangely, as if looking at a fool.

If warships could be as agile in the atmosphere as they were in space, would they still be worried? It should be known that in the atmosphere, a warship's maneuverability was probably less than ten percent of what it was in space. The enemy had launched the attack at this time to ensure they had nowhere to escape.

This mysterious enemy had obviously planned to wipe them out from the beginning.

"Order! Activate all defense systems, full speed ahead, we're charging down!" The bearded captain grabbed his captain's hat, roaring with wide eyes.

He had miscalculated after all. He hadn't expected this enemy to be so ruthless. Everything before had been just a setup, a trap to lead him into a desperate situation. If he was in space, he would have had a thousand ways to escape, but in the atmosphere, he couldn't even think of one. There was no other way but to charge straight through.

It was all his fault for letting his anger cloud his mind. The bearded captain was filled with regret, but he could only issue such a painful order.

The enemy possessed the strength to destroy an assault ship with a single blow. Charging straight through would undoubtedly suffer heavy losses. It was foreseeable that after they broke through the atmosphere, no more than five ships would remain. The only thing that could comfort the bearded captain was that the Hilt was much stronger than ordinary ships. The enemy's attack could destroy an assault ship with a single blow, but it might not be able to damage the Hilt.

Torn between regret and anxiety, the entire fleet began to accelerate. Seeming to realize that this was a one-way trip, many fleets even activated their backup engines. Although this would increase their speed, it would also increase the friction with the atmosphere, causing some irreparable damage to the ships.

But even so, they couldn't escape their fate of annihilation.

Just over a minute later, another assault ship, the Leek, exploded again. This time, people finally saw what had attacked it. It was actually a beam of purple-black light.

The energy detectors on the Hilt screamed like crazy, spitting out a series of shocking data.

"Positron cannon… It's actually a positron cannon…" The bearded captain's face turned pale in an instant, and he sat back in his seat powerlessly.

A positron cannon is a weapon that uses the annihilation of electrons when they react with electrons in the target's constituent materials to destroy the target. This type of weapon directly attacks the atomic structure of the constituent materials, so its power is astonishing. Generally speaking, only the Fourth World would possess this type of weapon. The bearded captain never expected to encounter it here.

Damn it, that was a destructive weapon that even the Hilt wasn't equipped with. The assault ship's armor was as fragile as paper in front of it. Only the energy shield could resist for a moment, but in the atmosphere, what energy shield could exert its full effect?

"Boom!" The Leek assault ship also exploded. This time, it was destroyed even more thoroughly. The energy furnace directly exploded and disintegrated, and the entire warship was blown to pieces in an instant, falling down like countless gravel.

In just a few minutes, the fleet had lost two assault ships.

At this moment, the bearded captain's heart was filled with despair.

"Don't worry about the young lady…" he said painfully, his whole body limp. "We're charging down, suppressing the opponent with all our firepower. If… we can do it. Then we can still survive, otherwise…"

He didn't continue, but everyone understood what he meant.

At the same time, in the Shattered Bone Grounds below, Blood瞳 and Robbie were standing side by side on a huge ice rock, watching the firelight constantly erupting in the sky and the wreckage of the two assault ships falling.

The explosions of the warships looked particularly spectacular, like falling meteorites, leaving straight trails in the sky. Falling to the ground would even stir up huge rock flows hundreds of meters high, causing earthquake-like tremors on the ground for thousands of meters around. Visibly, the peaks of the Shattered Bone Grounds began to tremble, and ice rocks peeled off from time to time, smashing onto the ice forts built by the Hans tribe.

All the Rotteskas had already hid in the ice forts at this moment, watching this apocalyptic scene in fear. Fear was written on everyone's faces.

Only Blood瞳 and the others still maintained an interested expression.

"This is the first time I've seen such a scene," Blood瞳 said to Robbie with a smile, looking up. "But I said this isn't a battle, it's just a massacre."

"Falling from high altitude, so beautiful…"