Everyone: Are mechanics weak? I wake up and rectify the natural disaster

On the ruins of Entalos-II.

Once a planet of dark green and blue, now there is only a silent iron gray.

Rotating quietly in the void, like a long-abandoned cemetery.

The only traces of humans come from its low-Earth orbit space.

Defense platforms hastily built from the remains of battleships and the remnants of previous civilizations are dotted throughout.

All kinds of deformed warships shuttled through it.

The most eye-catching among them are the four deformed Titan ships.

only...

This is not like before.

Of all the warships, none can be called in good condition.

All covered with bruises.

They were once powerful and invincible invaders who conquered the Star Realm.

Now...they are just a bunch of defeated dogs gathered in a temporary lair, licking their own tails hastily.

Extremely embarrassed.

Aboard the flagship 'Vengeance of the Old Ones'.

In the command center, the Iron Throne, forged with countless scepters and swords, still stands.

Khan sat on the Iron Throne with a huge 'One Eye and Eight-Pointed Star' flag on his back, looking out the window.

There is no expression on his face that shows his thoughts...

...can also be described as a face ashen as death.

In short.

It's on this cold and emotionless face that looks like a sculpture.

No one can see the emotions, let alone know what he is thinking.

At first, he was furious.

I have been disappointed, resentful, and even hysterical.

Now...

Emotions are limited.

Or, to put it more bluntly.

If you vent too much, you will gradually become powerless.

Even if it's a murder of a relative, it's a life-and-death affair.

I was angry at the time, angry for a day or two after that, and angry for a month or two, which was still okay.

As time goes by, they will be forgotten.

It's not that it fades away, it's just a habit.

Those who can do nothing about the current situation can only get used to it.

Just like Khan is now.

No matter how many negative emotions there are, they are diluted by the continuous failures, losses, and the ongoing powerlessness.

——He knew what would happen next.

but...

After trying all means to resist and struggle, all ended in unanimous failure.

He gradually became disheartened.

Not willing to give in... there will definitely be.

But if you don’t want to give in, what can you do?

He didn't know that the mastermind behind the scenes, whose true identity he didn't even know until now,

When did you target him?

When did he create such an airtight net that covered all his forces?

He only knows...

The other party's methods are indeed extremely clever.

Not just the masterminds themselves.

Even if it is,

The enemy general sent out by the mastermind behind the scenes,

The methods also made him unable to resist.

It was a terrifying character that left him powerless to resist, so much so that after trying countless counterattacks, he was beaten until he had to worship him.

Like the most experienced hunter.

But his majestic Khan turned into a weak prey wandering headlessly in the dense forest.

The former is familiar with every plant and tree here, and even has an incomparable understanding of all the counterattack methods he will and can take.

Calm-headed, patient, sharp, and cruel.

He was unwilling to lose to such a person, but there was nothing he could do about it.

but.

The Khan himself might be able to remain indifferent to the coming destruction.

His energy-raising skills may be so good that he can remain calm even after all his plans are ruthlessly destroyed.

Those personal guards who followed him, or in other words, the many followers who were defeated and then absorbed along the way of his conquests,

No matter how high their status and caring status is, they are not the same people as Khan after all.

The latter are the remnants of an ancient civilization that has lost all records, crawling out of coffins that have been drifting in the void for millions of years.

It's not an exaggeration to say that he is an ancient wraith. After all, his origin is just like the resurrection of a zombie.

This resurrected zombie that crawled out of the dormant warehouse of a lost civilization many years ago does indeed have a fearless mentality.

He has nothing in this era.

It can be as small as family, relatives, and career, or as big as nation, country, or civilization.

All were buried millions of years ago.

In today's era, there is nothing to worry about and nothing to worry about.

He can burn the glass out of a living planet without any scruples, and he can also throw thousands of people into a furnace in front of him with a wave of his hand and turn them into bloody water.

Because he doesn't care at all, the former and the latter are no different from a speck of dust in his eyes.

But these personal guards, or followers... can they be the same as him?

How can it be!

Khan gave up the struggle and sat there waiting for the end to come.

The losers around me are going crazy.

Everyone's buttocks were smoking, and they just wanted to find a way out.

In the command center, these officers with needles on their buttocks, restless voices, and always whispering to each other, have already settled.

On other battleships, that would be the end.

From captains and squadron commanders to ordinary plumbers and sailors.

No one can sit still.

Khan's ultra-retro barbarian system is indeed very intimidating.

But that was based on his personal authority.

Personal authority requires successive victories to consolidate.

Right now...

The endless defeats have broken the backbone of the remaining strength of the entire tribe.

Who has any thoughts about punishment, execution, etc.?

Although, they do have a 'continuous sitting method' similar to that of the Eight Banners barbarians.

The problem is, rules also require people to implement them!

The personal guards responsible for playing the role of military police are now completely distraught.

Who else can be as tough as usual?

...At this juncture, even the sailors in the flagship are looking for barrels.

From the large screen in the command center, you can clearly see the chaos in many cabins.

If it weren't for the end of the road,

They simply didn't dare to pack up their belongings so blatantly in front of the Khan, and run away with the bucket in mind.

However, it is precisely because of the end of the road,

The Khan, who was sitting on the Iron Throne, didn't even look at these people.

The tree fell and the hozens scattered.

He doesn't care.

"Khan, or else..."

Under the throne, near those podiums,

The leader of the trusted personal guard was restless and spoke hesitantly.

I couldn't finish a sentence in a while, and I was very hesitant.

"...Don't rush."

The Khan, who was pretending to be a sculpture on the Iron Throne, finally glanced at him.

The tone was very flat.

"But, it's already time,"

I heard him say don't worry, the guards leaders are only two in size.

——If it doesn’t work, let’s run!

Although there are obviously a lot of enemy eyes in hyperspace,

In the past time, many squadrons have been attacked and destroyed in all kinds of incredible places...

...But, what if? !

We still have four Titan ships on hand. Even if we break them into pieces and escape, we might be able to make a comeback in the future!

"..."

Khan withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at him.

Young people still think too well and always think there is a future.

...how can that be possible?

They come with great momentum, but without seeing their own heads, will they give up easily and give the fleet time to escape from the Fire Reef Star Territory?

"Don't be anxious, there's no point in hurrying."

Khan repeated without looking at him, looking at the starry sky outside the porthole.

——As if to verify his words, countless gorgeous hyperspace ripples forcibly broke the space trap and appeared.

"Don't you understand yet?"

"The end is inevitable."

"No one can escape here."

Looking at the seemingly endless enemy ships that were already engaged in firefights with the remnants of our own side the moment they appeared,

especially,

In the center of the opposite formation, emerging from a vast mass of lead-gray void turbulence,

That huge, terrifying Hongmeng ship.

A flash of relief flashed in Khan's eyes.

Amidst the almost continuous shouts and howls of panic in the command center,

Looking at the light gradually lighting up the muzzle of the giant cannon.

He closed his eyes.

He actually laughed very rarely:

The strong conquer the weak, and then are conquered by the stronger.

Things go around in cycles, that's all.