Chapter 1713: Enemies Crossing Paths

In terms of individual strength, this overlord-level entity from the Rosen Dynasty Civilization surpassed the Gallant Federation fleet facing her.

Even so, the Gallant Federation’s overlord-class war fleet was no pushover. Its supreme commander, Marshal Rommel, had personally led a fleet that eliminated an overlord-level Rosen Dynasty psychic during the war between their civilizations.

The combat strength of technologically advanced civilizations like the Gallant Federation was difficult to assess.

After all, starships did not possess life levels, and the specialized weaponry mounted on certain vessels could produce unexpected effects on the battlefield.

Behind the Gallant Federation fleet, an immense pitch-black wormhole continuously poured forth an unending stream of warships.

This was not merely a single overlord-class war fleet, but a vast formation accompanied by secondary fleets.

Amidst faint spatial fluctuations, more than a dozen interstellar forts slowly emerged within subspace, each boasting a diameter exceeding ten thousand meters.

Among them, the two largest forts had diameters exceeding one hundred thousand meters.

Compared to these two colossal interstellar forts, even Sein’s Ashen Fortress seemed like a toy.

Within the Magus Civilization’s power rankings, these two Stellar-class war forts possessed combat strength comparable to Rank Six, or even peak Rank Six beings.

Their presence made it clear that the Gallant Federation legions were here to win this battle.

Meanwhile, the newly arrived Rosen Dynasty Civilization’s forces continued deploying additional legions into this subspace.

The Rosen Dynasty’s power structure bore certain similarities to that of Magus World.

While Magus World relied primarily on knights and mages as its core combat units, the Rosen Dynasty Civilization maintained its military strength through psychics and mobile suit legions.

Much like mages, psychics held an exalted status within the Rosen Dynasty Civilization. They excelled at long-range combat, but had relatively weak close-quarters capabilities.

As a result, whenever the Rosen Dynasty Civilization deployed psychic legions, they required at least an equal number of mobile suit units for protection.

Unlike the Magus Civilization, a psychic’s strength within the Rosen Dynasty Civilization was determined not by intellect or talent, but by bloodline.

Those born with the most powerful bloodlines possessed formidable psychic force from the outset.

By contrast, mobile suit pilots typically had to rely on long-term training and effort to improve their personal combat strength.

An outstanding mobile suit manufacturer was not necessarily a top-tier mobile suit pilot. However, within the Rosen Dynasty Civilization, a top-tier mobile suit pilot was invariably also a manufacturer or customizer, holding numerous certifications and honors.

Throughout the history of the Rosen Dynasty Civilization, nearly every legendary mobile suit pilot who left an indelible mark had also achieved remarkable accomplishments in mobile suit design and development, earning the admiration of later generations.

In fact, many mobile suit models within the Rosen Dynasty Civilization bore the names of renowned designers from past eras.

Even so, tradition ensured that the psychics held the highest status and authority within their civilization.

As if born with silver spoons in their mouths, psychics possessed immense power without the need for significant effort.

The most powerful psychic lineage in the Rosen Dynasty Civilization was the imperial bloodline.

Every overlord-level psychic to emerge throughout the Rosen Dynasty’s history came from the imperial family.

They were the true ruling class of the Rosen Dynasty Civilization.

The overlord-level psychic now appearing on the subspace battlefield was named Moraia, a being at least several hundred thousand years old.

She was the sole surviving overlord-level psychic of their civilization and was rumored to maintain close ties with the upper echelons of the Magus Civilization.

This was largely due to Moraia’s past dealings with the leading figures of the Magus Civilization’s previous generation.

Bev, the current leader of the Magus Civilization, though vastly more powerful than Moraia, might still be considered her junior.

In the past, this overlord-level psychic had also worked alongside Bev’s father, the Supreme Knight.

It was precisely because of this connection that the Magus Civilization had treated Moraia with relative fairness.

After fleeing into the Magus Civilization’s territory, the remnants of the Rosen Dynasty Civilization received considerable care and support.

Moreover, these Rosen Dynasty powerhouses appeared strikingly “sensible.” Aside from Moraia and her personal legion, the mobile suit forces arriving at this subspace battlefield also included two Imperial Mobile Suit Legions!

They were elite forces tasked with protecting the imperial family.

The mobile suits piloted by their commanders each possessed combat power at the peak of Rank Six.

Having fled into the Magus Civilization’s space, the remnants of the Rosen Dynasty Civilization had lost nearly everything they once possessed.

These two Imperial Mobile Suit Legions likely represented the final remnants of the Rosen Dynasty’s imperial military strength.

Even so, the Rosen Dynasty Civilization still chose to deploy them to reinforce this subspace battlefield.

One could not help but wonder whether the Magus Civilization’s leadership would appreciate this once they learned of it.

When enemies crossed paths, hatred burned all the hotter.

Moraia of the Rosen Dynasty Civilization harbored a deep grudge against the Gallant Federation’s overlord-class war fleet that had appeared on this subspace battlefield.

The overlord-level psychic slain by Marshal Rommel, the

Desert Fox,

had been none other than her niece.

Thus, the moment Moraia’s gaze fell upon the dark yellow fleet, her smile vanished. She clenched her teeth as a surge of seething hatred welled up within her.

No further orders were needed. Bound by a blood feud with the Gallant Federation, the Rosen Dynasty Civilization’s legions advanced steadily toward the federal fleet under their respective commanders.

The mobile suit pilots began readying their weapons.

The psychic legions in the rear began to amass power, as rippling energy signaled the formation of storms.

A fierce battle was on the verge of erupting. In response, the Gallant Federation immediately activated layer upon layer of defensive DF fields.

As the Rosen Dynasty Civilization legions adopted a full offensive stance, Marshal Rommel calmly and precisely handled the unfolding situation aboard one of the Gallant Federation’s overlord-class capital ships.

The federation’s overlord-class fleet consisted of three capital ships, each boasting formidable defensive systems and powerful escape capabilities. Within the fleet itself, no one knew exactly which of the three carried Marshal Rommel.

This arrangement served a clear purpose: to prevent any enemy civilization from executing a decapitation strike against the fleet’s command structure.

Moreover, beyond these three capital ships, countless decoy vessels and escort fleets further complicated any attempt at a direct strike.

In short, bypassing the surrounding ships to land a precise blow against the Gallant Federation’s leadership was exceedingly difficult.

The Gallant Federation had accumulated immense experience through countless years of warfare.

Inside the capital ship, Marshal Rommel paid little attention to the pressure and intimidation coming from the Rosen Dynasty’s advancing legions.

He understood exactly why he was here and had already formulated a broad strategy for the overall war situation across this subspace battlefield.

That plan had taken shape during his journey here, refined through the constant flow of frontline intelligence.

For example, he was already aware that Arid Expanse World and its peak Rank Six lifeform had betrayed them.

Even so, the marshal did not move against them immediately.

As he sensed the increasingly violent elemental fluctuations spreading through subspace, he slightly furrowed his brow.

Pointing toward Feylis’ coordinates at the center of the battlefield, Marshal Rommel issued an order.

“Launch the High-Frequency Concussion Missile. Take her out!”