Shadows of the Deep Space Chapter 1600: 522: Not Impossible_4

Capítulo 1600: Chapter 522: Not Impossible_4

Silently perched in his seat, Mo Xiu listened as Legion Commander Qian Lin addressed him directly.

'Mo Xiu, resist the bait. They're intentionally stirring you up to force you into ditching the withdrawal strategy.'

'Qian Lin, their taunts haven't swayed me at all, and I've stayed unaffected. Yet, with all these arms and provisions we're hauling during the pullback, can we really escape without harm? Should they strike, will we manage to slip away without a scratch?'

Mo Xiu posed his question with clear reasoning.

'A fight wouldn't go our way for sure, so we'll fall back as far as possible. Troops from the Three Forbidden Zones are already withdrawing; the Federation lacks spare units to cover our escape. Delay the retreat, and after other sectors pull out, we'll be cut off completely, sealing our fate for good.'

After a brief hesitation, Qian Lin responded following moments of quiet.

Troops of the Dark Star Empire number 300 million in this sector, whereas the Federation deploys just 100 million soldiers, with merely 3 million in mecha divisions—comprising 1.5 million from the Third Legion, 1 million from the Fourth Legion, plus 500,000 pulled from various key units as backup.

'Got it, time to pull back!'

Rising gradually from the command seat, Mo Xiu declared in a grave tone.

Relief washed over Qian Lin upon seeing Mo Xiu consent to the retreat, prompting him to chime in.

'Fine, I'll head out to direct the withdrawal right away.'

'Mm!'

Mo Xiu gave a nod.

With that, Qian Lin spun around and departed.

…

Shortly thereafter, commands disseminated, igniting Black Tide Fortress's drive systems while transport vessels and mechanical bastions fitted with faster-than-light engines commenced motion.

A colossal armada assembled, launching into a disciplined withdrawal.

Meanwhile, leftover mechanical armaments got rigged with explosives, triggering sequentially.

Beep beep!

Rumble~

Myriad brilliant bursts lit up the void like fireworks.

…

Within Blood Ridge Fortress's core command center.

Aus, Agolotto, Moteri, Aurora, alongside companions, positioned themselves upon the oversight dais.

Suddenly, a figure with a stooped frame, misshapen cranium, contorted features, and a malevolent glare uttered words.

'Moteri, what's the point of such jeering?'

'How could there be none? No way Mo Xiu lets this slide.' Moteri asserted assuredly toward Geteri, First Legion's Vice Corps Leader.

'Fingers crossed.'

Geteri shot back with icy detachment.

Then, a display flared with a coded transmission, startling the technician who announced it.

'Lord Aus, Federation troops are initiating retreat.'

'Reliable intel?'

Aus queried with chill precision.

'Verified—they've blown their leftover gear.'

The technician promptly confirmed.

'Hmph, looks like your tactics flopped.' Geteri, the Vice Corps Leader, jeered with derision.

'Those cowards actually backed down.' Moteri's face soured intensely.

'Now what? The Emperor demands we grab the Federation's resources no matter the price.' Aurora questioned in despair.

In that instant, Aus issued a firm directive.

'No need to fret. Imagine they'll just stroll free from the Mist Star Sea? Mobilize forces for chase at once. Stripped of defenses and burdened with transport fleets, let's see how they intend to resist us!'

'Understood!'

The group answered, gazes burning with savage intent.

Immediately, vessels encompassing Blood Ridge Fortress and the famed Dark Star Empire Star Destroyer·Wailing Spirit surged after the Federation's ranks.

Notably, the Federation contingent, laden with numerous cargo haulers, travels at sluggish speeds.

….

Beyond the starry expanse of Cosmic Army Headquarters.

A distortion rippled through the ebony cosmos as Level 5 Battleship·Harmony, trailed by numerous carriers, materialized from hyperspace.

Aboard Harmony's observation deck.

Gazing upon World Eye and Cosmic Army Headquarters, Su Ming voiced deep sentiment.

'Ages since my last visit to Cosmic Army Headquarters.'

'Previously, we hauled goods back jointly, and you clashed with Admiral Xinlad. I fretted over you then, yet reflecting now, my concerns were excessive.' Admiral Alifei answered smilingly.

'Ha, skip that! Incidentally, aware of my unit's posting?' Su Ming probed.

'Figured you'd inquire. I've inquired on your behalf. Your vessel rests at Cosmic Army Headquarters dock·L28 slip in repairs. Harmony berths, and you head straight there.' Admiral Alifei grinned in response.

'Excellent, much obliged.' Su Ming beamed happily.

…

More than three hours passed.

Harmony secured at Cosmic Army Headquarters' berths.

Donning a dark informal cap and shouldering a travel satchel, Su Ming exited the gangway, riding the swift alloy walkway toward L28 dock.

Before long, Su Ming neared L28 dock, spotting the moored Sunshine.

Thrilled, Su Ming approached.

In moments, he reached Entry Point 1, encountering two guards in second-gen powered armor, gripping energy rifles on watch.

Upon nearing, Su Ming got halted by them.

'Halt! This docked craft is Thirteenth Legion property. Outsiders barred!'

'Check closely—recognize me?' Smiling, Su Ming doffed his hat.

'Your identity? Unfamiliar face.' The duo rebuffed bluntly.

Stunned briefly, Su Ming scrutinized them, noting the guards appeared new, probably recruits.

'Haha, comical—you barred from your own ride.' Laughter from Celeste abruptly resounded from Su Ming's pouch.

Feeling a touch resigned, Su Ming reached for his credentials when a female officer in lieutenant colonel attire approached.