The battle on the ground had reached its final stages, but the decisive battle at the Lagrange point was just beginning.

In the deep, dark universe, hundreds of long, shuttle-shaped spacecraft formed neat formations, heading towards the Lagrange point, resembling assault boats crossing a vast ocean, stretching for miles.

Its name was "Albatross," code-named XTW-1, with a length of 7 meters and a width of 3 meters, shaped like an old-era rocket.

In fact, this thing was actually an improved version of the old-era chemical-powered rocket.

The only difference was that the chemical power system was replaced with a more efficient plasma thruster, and the multi-stage rocket separation design was removed.

More than half of the spacecraft's volume was allocated to the power system, with the rest being a steel-titanium built crew cabin that could hold up to four combat units.

Upon approaching the target, the landing craft would launch the crew cabin like a shell, which would then attach itself firmly to the target spacecraft it approached.

Next, the landing cabin's doors would unlock, releasing combat personnel carrying cutting equipment to breach the target spacecraft's outer shell, followed by an armed assault.

It was no exaggeration to say that this was probably the smallest air-space combat unit in the history of human civilization during the three-year War.

Not counting Missiles and Neutron torpedoes, of course.

Of course, this thing was small only compared to the starships stretching several kilometers.

Faced with the radar search by the Lagrange Point Space Station, relying solely on small size and radar-absorbent coating was not enough to avoid detection.

Not to mention that these hundreds of "Albatrosses" made no effort to conceal, progressing boldly in neat formations in the sky.

This was undoubtedly a provocation.

From the moment this fleet set out, the radar of the Lagrange Point Space Station had been locked onto them.

However, the anti-aircraft systems deployed on the outside of the space station did not immediately open fire. Instead, while keeping surveillance, they pre-targeted with the mass accelerators of the Dot Defense System and simulated the cruising trajectory of the Alliance fleet and possible evasion routes through the server.

All firing preparations were complete, and both sides had been in a silent standoff for several days.

Finally—

When the Alliance's landing craft array reached the boundary of the Lagrange Point "docking orbit," the mass accelerators aimed at the Alliance's landing craft flickered with a blue arc, like a gas stove igniting instantly!

Tens of thousands of mass bombs were launched in an instant, forming impenetrable webs in the sky!

In just half a minute, the space station at the Lagrange point had launched nearly a destroyer's worth of mass!

And that overwhelming firepower, carrying the power to tear apart asteroids, nearly blocked every possible maneuverable direction of the Alliance's landing craft array!

Astronomical-scale engagements were straightforward like this.

All flashy moves and techniques were like tofu dregs before a large enough number of "power bricks."

Even a deflection shield.

It could only withstand two or three hits at most.

The celestial beings had already anticipated that the Alliance's landing craft might be equipped with deflection shields, so they added an additional 2.5 times the excess ammunition on top of a 100% destruction rate simulation!

This was nearly the limit of the Lagrange Point Space Station's capacity to deliver ammunition in one go!

If a few more tons of mass were added in a short period, it might push the space station out of the gravitational stability zone, requiring additional time for coordinate correction and acceleration.

After firing, the railguns pointing forward immediately ceased firing, elegantly lowering their red-hot railgun barrels into the cooling slots, like holstering pistols.

The dense barrage was still in flight, expected to hit in two minutes.

At such close range, even if the Alliance detected the barrage's approach, they couldn't dodge in time and could only make futile struggles or watch helplessly as their spacecraft were torn to shreds by the dense barrage!

The distance was closing in, and the two clouds of dots on the radar screen were about to collide!

500km!

300km!

100km!

0km—

Target hit!

Seeing the hit confirmation signal on the fire control system, the AI consciousness operating on the Lagrange Point Space Station server had no sorrow or joy.

It was the outcome that had long been expected.

Before the projectiles hit the target, it had already simulated the engagement results on the server, and now it was just turning the calculation into reality.

These spacecraft had no chance of survival, not even a one-in-ten-thousand chance.

However, just when it was about to lift the alert and move the cameras away, a sudden and intense fluctuation appeared in the current on the cognitive module, at a frequency called "unbelievable."

"How... is this possible?!"

An unbelievable scene occurred.

The radar screen's cloud of dots representing the mass bombs went straight through the Alliance's landing craft formation!

It felt like punching into a cushion, as if those projectiles weren't hitting landing crafts but rather ghost-like entities!

It was an illusion!

There could only be this one explanation!

Without time for surprise, the intelligent entity operating on the server quickly updated the combat orders, separated the railgun barrels from the cooling slots, and recharged the high-energy capacitors connected to the railguns, preparing for a second round of firing!

At the same time, it switched the firing mode from indirect fire to direct fire, using the infrared reflective radar on the guns for active targeting!

The moment the infrared radar was activated, the bright spots on the radar display instantly vanished, replaced by a flurry of blinking dots less than five hundred kilometers from the Lagrange Point Space Station!

The intelligent life operating on the server immediately understood what was happening—

This bunch not only used electronic warfare equipment to simulate a group of non-existent spacecraft but also used laser methods to actively illuminate the optical cameras, simulating the optical images of these spacecraft, even incorporating the rotating Earth as a backdrop!

From the moment those five hundred landing craft departed, they had been doing this!

As a result, it hadn't detected anything unusual.

As for the real landing craft, they were hidden behind that false holographic image!

Of course, this was already a matter of seconds ago.

The distance between the two sides was less than four hundred kilometers, rapidly closing at a rate of several kilometers per second!

When the Lagrange Point Space Station finally detected the landing craft fleet right in its face, the players lurking inside those landing craft also finally beheld the majestic Space Fortress.

The magnificent steel framework connected in the sky, like an artificial planet!

"Damn... this thing is huge." Quit Smoking couldn't help but mutter as he stared wide-eyed at the tactical goggle's forward aerial image.

He thought the Hunter was already impressive enough, but he didn't expect something even grander, like a mountain lying across space!

Teammates' teasing soon came through the communication channel.

Killer Dagger: "After all, it's a United Human Era shipyard, it's got to have some presence, right?"

Kidney Fighter: "Speaking of which, once we take this place, we'll unlock the new map, right?"

By Some Mistake: "From now on, unlocking new maps will rely on this thing."

Firstborn: "My broadsword is already thirsting with anticipation!!!"

Mountain River Entering Dreams: "Captain!! How much longer till we arrive?"

White Horse Passing a Gap: "We're just 100 kilometers away from the target, all units pay attention! Activate the buffer mode of the safety seats—"

"Prepare for landing!"

Old White's words had just fallen when a burst of excited shouting came through the communication channel.

"Awooo!!!"

They had been idling on the narrow landing craft for several days, just for this trip!

And now, they finally arrived!

The 100-kilometer distance vanished in an instant as the landing crafts made a jump in space and swiftly approached the Lagrange Point Space Station.

Forcibly landing at the United Human Era's Star Harbor, this was far more thrilling than an orbital drop to the ground.

Both sides had surpassed the second cosmic velocity and were rapidly closing in at several kilometers per second!

To put it lightly—

The Burning Corps at this moment is no longer charging alongside the missiles but riding atop them for landing!

The distance between the two sides was approaching the limit, and optical camouflage and electronic warfare interference ceased to work!

Upon discovering the target, the Dot Defense System deployed on the space station hastily fired to intercept. However, the speeding mass bombs couldn't even catch up with the tail smoke of those landing crafts, helplessly watching as they pierced through the flying mass bombs, rushed into the blind spot of the Dot Defense System's fire, and began to decelerate!

The space station at Lagrange Point was certainly not the Hunter, which was a true war machine, but rather it was a shipyard equipped with a Dot Defense System.

This shipyard was not equipped with torpedo launchers nor had a reserve of neutron torpedoes.

Although the ships of the United Human Era were built here, their supplies weren't processed here but at the processing center at the end of the old era's space elevator.

In other words—

The celestial beings could no longer employ the same old trick and clear the area by voluntarily detonating neutron bombs.

This critical intel was provided to the Alliance by the Academy.

"Prepare for battle!!!"

Old White shouted, then closed his mouth, awaiting that final collision.

The landing craft soon split into two halves, each landing capsule ejecting from the craft and activating the buffer device, spraying scorching plasma plumes towards the direction of the Lagrange Point Space Station!

Even with the decompression of the buffer capsules, Old White's eyes were momentarily pressed to a blood-red color.

The tens of G of acceleration were beyond what humans could endure; only "super soldiers" with constitution and strength attributes exceeding fifty points could withstand it!

The flickering electric arcs were like a dark blue dagger, in the instant of revelation, repeatedly stabbing towards the fortress floating in deep space!

The thrusters of the landing craft exploded upon impacting the armor surface, and the landing capsules followed, descending onto the remnants of the explosion.

The black steel armor was instantly evaporated by the scorching plasma, leaving fist-sized pits, albeit a mere speck compared to the previous towering structure!

"Engage in fire!!!"

Shouting in the communication channel, Old White took the lead through the landing capsule's hatch, wielding a welding gun the size of a laptop, and pressed it onto the steel armor of the Lagrange Point Space Station.

Though the shell of the Alliance's space station was cast from hard ceramic steel, not even the toughest steel armor could withstand the continuous scorch of plasma!

As the trigger was pulled, tens of thousands of degrees of plasma accelerated electromagnetically, spraying out from the gun's muzzle, soon cutting a shocking scar in the ceramic steel armor of the space station!

Quickly, Old White cut out a circular entrance at the connection points within the fortress wielding his welding gun!

After hanging the welding gun on his back, he tugged out the cut steel and tossed it aside, then, holding the special aerospace heavy rifle from Huge Rock Military Industry, led three teammates inside the fortress first.

The interior of the fortress was silent, devoid of any sound and air.

According to the Academy's intel, the last human staff of the space station passed away a century and a half ago.

Since then, this space station has had no live human visits and has entirely fallen into the hands of the "celestial beings!"

To reclaim this space station from the celestial beings, they must enter the space station's main control server and completely format the intelligent program born on that server!

Or—

Destroy it in a physical sense!

The room housing the main control server is located in the deepest part of the space station, marked on all players' tactical maps.

Confirming his position via the map projected on his tactical goggles, Old White immediately synchronized the action route with the three teammates beside him, then moved toward the target area.

As players had anticipated, even if the fortress's walls and Dot Defense System were breached, the celestial beings guarding inside the fortress did not sit idle but erupted with an extraordinary will to survive.

This group not only awakened the scarce bionic beings and the production robots from the shipyard, but even mobilized the smart sales clerks from the shopping area and the "sex dolls" used by the supply staff into the defense force.

Facts have proven these non-combat robots, when security protocols are lifted, can also form combat power.

However, due to the celestial beings' utter madness, the originally serious battlefield suddenly turned comical.

Players encountered not only trash bins that self-destruct but cooking robots charging with frying pans, and even ran into bionic beings dressed in risqué outfits and other oddities.

It was as if they barged into a large-scale smart equipment exhibition and the United Human Era's X fetish museum, rather than the ancestral grave of the United Space Army.

"Oh my... How come this space station has all sorts of weird stuff?"

Seeing a monstrous octopus spitting electric sparks, Quit Smoking couldn't help but exclaim in surprise as he lowered his gun's muzzle.

He thought being struck by a frying pan was bizarre enough, but then Octopus Brother showed up too, with a combat power not merely ridiculous, swinging two tentacles over, nearly giving a team member, "Spare people under the knife," a concussion.

Wild Wind dragged Spare people under the knife out of the corner, checked his wounds, confirmed no harm, and set him aside.

This guy is probably reconnecting, likely getting better soon.

Standing nearby, Scrambled Eggs and Tomatoes floated to the monster's corpse, kicking the tentacle as thick as a thigh with his boot.

"Am I the only one curious about what this thing is for?"

Serving live octopus at the buffet?

Wild Wind lightly coughed, saying expressionlessly.

"...I think it's best you don't satisfy your curiosity."

Just as everyone was talking, Brother Fang Chang's voice suddenly came through the team communication channel.

"...We have reached near the main control server room. It seems to be the celestial beings' last line of defense... Their resistance is stronger than we thought, we need reinforcements! Hurry up!"

Upon hearing the call for battle, everyone's spirits raced up, including Spare people under the knife, who was lying unconscious in the corner, got up.

The final boss awaits just ahead!

After responding "roger," Wild Wind looked calmly at the teammates behind him.

"Fang Chang needs reinforcements, we need to move faster!"

"Let's get going..." Quit Smoking picked up the dropped rifle, reloaded it, and tossed it into Spare people under the knife's hands, "We can't miss this, or we'll regret it forever."

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