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"This is exactly Mengsk's style!" Renault stared at the scene before him, a feeling of emotion welling up inside him.

The old Imperial Fleet, which was being relentlessly suppressed by the Ominous Ark, was in an extremely passive situation, and the support that Mengsk had only mentioned was nowhere to be seen.

If the old Imperial Fleet could make a decisive emergency warp jump and escape like the UED fleet before it, it might still have a glimmer of hope.

However, they could not do so, because they had received orders from Mengsk to hold their ground and continue fighting no matter what.

Renault simply couldn't understand what kind of promise Arcturus had given these fleets that would make them so determined to carry out this clearly suicidal order.

Seeing the increasingly perilous situation of the old Imperial Fleet, Renault sighed inwardly, "If they don't evacuate soon, they'll likely perish here forever, and be remembered by the people of Korhal as space debris..."

Just then, a crimson spear of light flashed through the air like lightning, tearing apart the thick armor of an Augustegrad Pride-class battlecruiser.

In an instant, the battlecruiser's hull broke apart amidst a series of explosions, with debris flying everywhere.

Today, this once-powerful Royal Fleet of the old empire has only three battlecruisers and a dozen or so frigates left. The only reason they haven't been completely destroyed is because boarding forces have successfully boarded these warships.

These warships will undoubtedly become Kilsager's spoils of war. Their fate may be thoroughly studied and returned to the Terran Empire, or they may be displayed in a museum as exhibits in a historical scene.

Tarasin stroked his smooth chin thoughtfully and said, "This is truly an extreme design, merely a giant, mobile cannon."

“That was certainly the case before,” Renault chimed in, his hand unconsciously wiping away non-existent sweat from his forehead.

Upon hearing this, Kearsarge rolled his eyes without hesitation and retorted sarcastically, "How much better can it be now?"

In fact, the Yamato cannon, which could penetrate the warships of the Terran Empire, was equipped on all of its capital warships.

This thing is like the ancestral law of the Terran humans; no matter what kind of capital warship it is, it is absolutely impossible to get rid of its existence.

Of course, the pirates' main ships were not included in this list.

Just as everyone was enthusiastically discussing the ancestral laws of the Terran Empire, the Burning Heaven Divine Weapon, as expected, jumped to Khar.

Meanwhile, the Protoss fleet had already spread out in all directions, centered on Aiur, like a vast net.

Those glorious Templars are doing their utmost to help the human planets near the Terran Empire defend against the fierce attacks of the old imperial forces.

Originally, the Protoss had some reservations about this operation, since they lacked a legitimate reason to launch it.

However, Mengsk laid bare his reasons before them without hesitation—hybrids, even those that had gone out of control.

When the Protoss saw the old imperial forces openly releasing hybrids, their anger was instantly ignited.

They never expected that, besides the Mobius Foundation, there were other humans engaged in such blasphemous activities.

In order to completely eradicate the hybrid, the Templars resolutely boarded the warships and embarked on an expedition against the forces of the old empire.

The Spear of Adun, which was not severely damaged in the Battle of Aiur, stood out and became the flagship of this expedition.

It will carry the glory and fury of the Protoss, bringing an unprecedented shock to all the old empire forces—the power of the Protoss' ancient technology.

The old imperial forces were clearly caught off guard by the Protoss's sudden attack.

Especially in Kemorian, their panic was palpable.

What seemed to be an extremely favorable situation for them collapsed in the blink of an eye.

Large numbers of warships were destroyed under the fierce attacks of the Protoss and Zerg, and the newly recovered Terran Empire seized the opportunity to join the siege of the old Empire's forces.

In such a dire situation, the high-ranking officials of the old empire were like ants on a hot pan, anxiously searching for their leader—Actuals Mengsk.

However, after the scientists died, these high-ranking officials did not know that Arcturus, who stood before them, was merely a clone.

Although some people may have noticed some clues, they dare not easily voice their doubts about this "Actuals" who escaped death.

After all, the return of this "emperor" was like a ray of dawn in the darkness for them, their last straw.

These vested interests will never easily give up the power they have already acquired, even if the source of that power is somewhat questionable.

Arcturus looked at the uneasy high-ranking officials of the old empire with a smile, and couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.

He said in a confident tone, "The Empire's newest warships have officially entered service. Their powerful combat capabilities are enough to make us invincible on the battlefield. Even if the enemy has a numerical advantage, they will absolutely not be able to contend with us."

Then, Arcturus changed the subject and mentioned another factor that boosted his confidence: "Moreover, the Morbius Foundation has left us with brand new hybrid experiments. As long as we can master these powerful weapons, the Protoss, the Zerg, and even the Terran Visionaries will be no match for them and will be completely crushed."

Mengsk stood in the center of the conference room, his voice deep and powerful, as if the entire space was filled with his words.

As he finished speaking, a huge warship appeared on the large screen in the conference room.

This warship did not have many exquisite decorations, but its hull was much larger than the Proud of Augustegrad moored beside it.

The scene showcased the massive gun turrets of the ship, their dense array dazzling the eye and stirring a sense of excitement among the high-ranking officials of the old empire.

Mengsk smiled as he watched their reaction, then said, "This is just one, and behind it, there are four more identical warships."

His words were like a thunderclap, causing a stir in the conference room.

This means that the giant ship has already begun mass production, and the first batch has been put into service in such a short time, so it is very likely that the second batch will be put into service very soon.

Satisfied smiles appeared on the faces of the old empire's high-ranking officials as they whispered among themselves, discussing this astonishing news.

However, Mengsk's expression gradually turned cold.

After showcasing the warship, Mengsk switched the view, and the image of the Mobius hybrid, a fusion of machinery and flesh, appeared on the screen.

This strange creature intrigued and terrified the old empire's high command, but they had no doubt about its fighting prowess.

Mengsk showed them an entire column of storage compartments filled with Mobius hybrids, which was undoubtedly a powerful force.

After receiving this news, the high-ranking officials of the old empire left satisfied, full of confidence in the future.

However, as the conference room door slowly closed, leaving only Mengsk alone, his expression grew increasingly cold.

"Your Majesty, the Overlord has completed the installation of the warp drive." A ghostly figure of the Overlord knelt beside Mengsk.

"Hurry up, let these parasites drown in their own fantasies." Mengsk's words were devoid of any warmth.

Mengsk looked back at the two weapons on display behind him and sighed: "How could a hybrid of a decommissioned Royal Navy capital ship and a battlecruiser possibly turn the tide?"