Face Off With The Vortans VI

Not far away, the 90,000 ships of the Vortans Support were marching inside the Asteroid Belt.

At this moment, Fisk was in a complicated mood.

Just an hour or so ago, he received a farewell message from the commander he sent and was told that the Prince was dead and that the Vanguard Fleet was about to be wiped out.

The brilliant plan that he thought was infallible had gone unexpectedly wrong, especially the death of the Fifth Prince, which meant that the entire Third Legion of the Imperial Guard will have to be buried with him.

The soldiers of the Vortans are very proud, even though they're warlike, if you order them to die in battle, they would have no second thoughts, just like their Vanguard Fleet. They kept fighting till the last person and did not surrender.

On the other hand, if you let them know that all of them are about to be executed by the Emperor, they would just rather die on the battlefield of their own accord.

The only way was to defeat the Ninety-Fifth Fleet and then the entire human race. With such merit, perhaps he could ask His Majesty for mercy and execute only himself and pardon the rest of the Third Legion of the Imperial Guards.

Commander in Chief Fisk did not tell the others about the Prince's death. He knew very well that once the news spread out, then not to mention that there will be a following battle, the morale will drop to an absolute low.

The Vortans Fleet continued to follow the established route, while the Federation's Ninety-Fifth Fleet also entered the depths of the Asteroid Belt. The Asteroid Belt was unusually quiet.

It was seventy-two hours later the two sides finally met.

"Commander Fisk, we have spotted the Human Fleet ahead, numbering about 15,000 ships!"

"Hm?"

Fisk rubbed his chin with an incredulous expression on his face!

Using this bit of strength to confront his 90,000 Warships head-on? He isn't this kind of person who seeks his death, right?"

Or did the two sides just happen to run into each other face-to-face, a completely coincidental encounter?

No matter from what aspect, the enemy Fleet ahead should be the last of the Human Fleet, it seems that humanity is doomed to extinction.

"Order the Fleet to advance and crush the last human resistance!"

"Yes, Commander Fisk!"

...

Admiral Collins stood on the command bridge of the Ninety-Fifth Fleet flagship, the colossal warship named "Stellaris." The holographic displays before him depicted the approaching Vortans support fleet, a sea of glimmering starships numbering ninety thousand strong. In contrast, his fleet of fifteen thousand warships seemed like a mere ripple in the vastness of space.

The Vortans, known for their superior technology and relentless determination, were notorious adversaries in the galactic conflict. Admiral Collins knew that brute force alone wouldn't be enough to defeat them. Ethan and he had devised a formation that would play to their strengths and exploit the Vortans' weaknesses.

"Prepare to initiate Formation Epsilon," Admiral Collins ordered, his voice echoing through the bridge.

The fleet's warships began to rearrange themselves, forming a pattern that resembled the petals of a massive flower. Each ship assumed its position with precision, and the energy signatures of their shields and weapons intertwined, creating a mesmerizing dance of light.

The Vortans fleet, underestimating the smaller Ninety Fifth Fleet, advanced confidently. Their support ships held the frontline, while their heavily armed battleships followed closely behind.

"Steady, everyone," Admiral Collins murmured, his gaze locked on the holographic display.

As the Vortans closed in, the Stellaris fired a single high-energy pulse that shot through the center of the formation. Instantly, the Ninety-Fifth Fleet's warships split into two distinct halves, exposing a corridor leading directly toward the heart of the Vortans fleet.

The Vortans, caught off guard by the sudden shift, attempted to reposition themselves, but the Ninety-Fifth Fleet's attack was swift and coordinated. The two halves of the formation looped around the Vortans fleet, creating a pincer movement that trapped the support ships in a deadly crossfire.

Admiral Collins's voice boomed over the intercom, "Fire at will!"

Thousands of energy beams and projectiles converged upon the trapped Vortans support ships. Shields buckled, armor crumbled, and explosions blossomed amidst their ranks. The Vortans battleships struggled to break free from the tangle of destruction, but their efforts were in vain.

As the battle raged on, the Stellaris's advanced sensors detected a shift in the Vortans fleet's tactics. The battleships were converging toward the center, preparing for a coordinated counterattack. Admiral Collins knew they needed to finish the battle swiftly before the Vortans could adapt.

"Execute Phase Delta," he commanded.

The formation transformed once again, this time into an intricate net-like structure. The Ninety-Fifth Fleet's warships spread out, interlocking their shields to create an impenetrable energy barrier. The Vortan battleships, unable to break through, found themselves trapped within the formation's grasp.

With precision timing, the Ninety-Fifth Fleet's warships launched a simultaneous barrage, targeting the trapped battleships' weakened shields. Explosions erupted in dazzling cascades of light, painting the cosmos with fleeting beauty.

One by one, the Vortans battleships succumbed to the relentless assault. The remaining Vortans support ships, had their coordination shattered.

As Fisk listened to the report from his men, his heart bled.

Nearly half of their Warships were gone, and even among their remaining Warships, about 20,000 Warships suffered damage and can not exert 100% of their capabilities! Fisk sighed and he ordered their remaining fleet to retreat.

"Order the Fleet to return to Gaia!"

"Yes!"

After giving the order, Fisk sat back down in his position.

The Ninety-Fifth Fleet's formation had proven to be a masterstroke, utilizing strategy, technology, and innovation to achieve a remarkable victory against overwhelming odds.

Amidst the smoldering wreckage, Admiral Collins's voice echoed once again, this time with a tone of satisfaction, "We have prevailed."

The crew erupted into cheers, their triumph resonating through the vastness of space. The battle had been won, not just with sheer firepower, but with creativity and ingenuity that had turned the tide in their favor.