Chapter 1592: Chapter 1592

The mighty force of the Blood-colored Empire, which had long been suppressing them with overwhelming pressure, had finally collapsed completely and was retreating incessantly. Their rear forces, originally part of their own army, were now chasing them wildly.

During the process of pursuit, friendly forces continued to defect and launched attacks against them.

"What’s going on? Why hasn’t the acceleration succeeded? Quickly get us away from them!"

The commander waited for a while and found that the battle was still ongoing. He knew that their warship was tier six, and once a tier-six warship began accelerating, it was simply impossible for a tier-five warship to catch up.

According to their speed, once the acceleration started, it wouldn’t take long to leave this star system behind, making pursuit difficult for those behind. But after all this time, they were still under attack.

"Report to the commander, there is a malfunction in the propulsion system. We are conducting an emergency inspection."

"Inspection? Not repairs? What the hell is happening? And surely not all of them are malfunctioning, right?"

The officer in charge looked somewhat embarrassed: "Report to the commander, all— all the warships are experiencing the same issue. We are unable to accelerate."

The commander’s expression changed. He pushed the person in front of him away and looked outside. Through the starry sky, he could see the scene beyond. It was indeed as they said—all the warships were slowly drifting outward.

At this moment, the commander’s face turned ash-gray. He knew now that escape was no longer an option.

Even a fool would understand that the chance of all warships malfunctioning simultaneously was infinitesimally close to zero. It could be described as impossible. The only reason was that this situation was caused by the enemy.

"Turn around. Attack them. Pay any price necessary, but don’t let them succeed!"

The commander growled through gritted teeth. He had figured it out—a special electronic attack must’ve been affecting them since the beginning. Initially, its effects were weak and couldn’t manifest fully.

Faced with this predicament, the enemy must have targeted their propulsion systems first, deliberately preventing them from escaping. He didn’t know how long this situation would persist or when their warships might lose complete control. All he could do now was turn around and attack because he knew that if the enemy could sabotage their propulsion, they would certainly not spare the self-destruction system either.

The enemy was not after their lives but their entire fleet.

In a technological world, the primary strength of a fleet resided in technological weaponry, not the soldiers themselves.

They realized this fact, but their reaction was too late. By the time they prepared to strike back, the tier-six warships also started experiencing loss of control. Just five minutes later, as the flagship went offline, they knew the game was over.

All the warships descended toward nearby planets, their fate sealed as prisoners.

Two days later, the entire Star Ring Alliance was shaken. Du You had captured almost all the enemy troops that had invaded. These prisoners were to be sent to the Star Ring Alliance, and the military personnel at the frontlines were especially astounded.

"How is this possible? How did he manage to do this, given the vast disparity in forces?"

"I heard it was done using some special kind of electronic attack, utilizing electromagnetic shock to attach itself to the enemy warships, eventually gaining control over them. But controlling tier-six warships too? That sounds ridiculous."

"Impossible. Electromagnetic shocks are crude and simplistic in nature with chaotic, complex energy sequencing. How could they possibly carry out sophisticated electronic control? This is definitely a cover story. The real reason must be something else."

Those more knowledgeable in this field rejected the claim immediately.

"The issue right now isn’t the method he used but the fact that we’ve lost all the spoils of war. What are we supposed to do?"

An elder spoke up: "No. We haven’t lost them; they’re merely temporarily in his possession. Once the Blood-colored Empire’s reinforcements arrive, they’ll be no match for them anyway. There’s never been a precedent where electronic attacks could affect interstellar fortresses. Not to mention, they couldn’t even penetrate the shield layer of a fortress."

"I agree with your point, but the problem now is the emergence of individuals capable of engaging with interstellar fortresses. We don’t know if they have others like him among them." This was the thorn in their hearts.

Since when did personal power start to rival the influence of technological strength and amassed resources? The thought was unsettling and deeply disturbing.

Unfortunately, with someone so overwhelmingly powerful, even the highest echelons dared not act carelessly. They, too, could do nothing but remain wary.

At the very least, no one dared confront Du You head-on—not even those at the top, given his personal strength capable of contending with tier-six forces.

"Alright, alright, the situation has already changed. We have two things to address now. Firstly, we must obtain the method of controlling enemy warships. This knowledge cannot remain in the hands of an individual."

The vote was unanimous. The greed for this method burned brightly in their hearts.

With this technique, one could stack achievements in combat, rise through the ranks, and claim countless spoils of war—an irresistible prospect. Allowing it to remain with a single person would be sheer wastefulness.

As for how it would be used later—that was for them to decide. Getting their hands on it came first.

"What’s the second issue?" someone asked.

"The second issue is regarding Du You’s increasing number of warships—an immense fortune. We need to rethink our division of interests. Sticking to the previous allocation method would be far too unfair now."

"Why? We all made our selections earlier. I protest!"

The speaker was one of the original beneficiaries, their spring of fortune finally arriving. Why should they now have to share it with others? Unfortunately, their solitary objection was meaningless.

When interests collided, friendships and alliances evaporated. Their words were drowned in the noise, and a new allocation scheme began amidst heated arguments. Individual opinions held no weight.

All this was happening unbeknownst to Du You—his territory and resources were being divided yet again. One could only wonder what his reaction would’ve been had he learned of this. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖•𝗇𝗲𝘁

Still, these individuals didn’t hesitate to openly demand his methods, something they initiated on that very day.

Du You glanced at the report sent down to him, a cold sneer spreading across his face. "Heh, these people are truly insatiable. Do they really think I’m an idiot? Or perhaps they believe I’m easy to push around?"