31: Reopening Day Celebration (Part 2)

“...”

“Eight hundred years ago,”

“Humanity, like a nebula in disorder,”

“Had no orbit, completely chaotic,”

“Drifting and decaying in the universe.”

”But, in the darkest hour,“

“The brave ones stood up.”

“A single covenant, like a source of gravity,”

“Restored stability to the orbits of fate,”

“Allowing the spectrum of civilization to continue.”

“Inheriting the work of previous generations, sheltered by the shade of our ancestors,”

“We are able to possess the eternity built in chaos, the singularity ignited upon the ruins.”

“And we, too, shall continue to guard the glory of our ancestors!”

“May the star orbits endure forever, and Order last eternally!”

In the Floating Loudspeaker, the opening speech had just concluded when another solemn voice took over the microphone—

“Now!”

“The 'Relaunch Day' and 800th Anniversary Treaty Celebration Fleet Review,”

“Commence!”

Instantly, the already warmed-up engines emitted a scorching and dazzling light,

The resulting immense thrust violently propelled the massive steel hulls forward.

The route of those war behemoths began at the first, largest, and most luxurious Viewing Platform in the entire venue,

where the dignitaries of various regimes and representatives of several mega-corporations were seated;

followed by the second-class and third-class viewing seats behind them,

before finally turning in an arc and returning.

—Of course, only the fleets from the six major top regimes and five massive interstellar corporations belonging to the Order Alliance participated in the review.

“Now flying in is the Imperial Guard First Fleet from the Lakere Interstellar Empire!”

“Its flagship—the 'Unyielding Knight',

“Is one of the few surviving Battleships from the third era!”

“Its 3,015-meter length represents absolute dominance on the battlefield;”

“While its mottled hull symbolizes the long passage of time...”

“...”

The continuously passing warships were captured on screen, lighting up countless personal terminal displays,

and the excited voice of the broadcaster, transmitted through the Floating Loudspeakers,

spread to every corner of Order Seat V01.01 that possessed a sound propagation medium.

To facilitate viewing, thousands of colossal ships formed a dense formation, with minimal distance reserved between each vessel,

If this were the world of a certain Three-Sun Compressed Towel Man, they would definitely recognize it immediately:

Isn't this the preceding scene for the Space Three Thousand Salutes?

Fortunately, because a certain higher-dimensional creature couldn't afford the copyright fees, no tactless droplet-shaped detector suddenly popped up here.

The pilots of each ship utilized every bit of driving skill they had ever learned,

finally managing to maintain the neatness of the formation throughout the entire circuit.

On the main platform, the dignitaries and corporate power holders watched the fleets pass,

chatting amongst themselves and occasionally bursting into laughter—

The stage of this celebration was their battlefield,

assessing their own strength, estimating their opponents' strength, clarifying their position,

and then striving to gain the greatest possible benefits for the regimes behind them,

that was their purpose for being here at this moment.

As for the secondary platforms, which seemed to be just for show, most of the people inside were genuinely there for the purpose of “observing the ceremony.”

At this moment, Xi Hai was sitting in his seat, watching the massive ships continuously fly overhead, occasionally checking the analysis provided by night lamp.

After one Fleet Review, his understanding of the situation here greatly increased—

A ship 1,500 meters long could be called a Battleship.

A warship of this type required nearly a year of man-hours,

and large corporations had only just reached the level of mass-producing destroyers.

His few 066s, just over a thousand meters long, could actually be classified as battlecruisers here?

Of course, setting aside these newly built warships, there were also many ancestral-level warships left over from previous eras,

These terrifyingly durable grandfather-generation combat ships were equally terrifyingly strong,

but due to their low numbers + scarcity of parts + age and disrepair + difficult operation,

these 'grandfathers' were truly dwindling with every use.

Besides the Military Alliance, most regimes treated these relic warships as tools for deterrence and ceremony,

only deploying them to command attention during grand occasions.

Xi Hai was slightly speechless at first, but then joy rushed to his heart.

What level was he at, then?

What was the base's industrial level?

A battlecruiser in a dozen hours, an aircraft carrier in less than a day.

Moreover, he could build thousands upon thousands of bases!

And judging by previous battle reports, the ships he produced were definitely considered formidable fighters in this place.

This... was like a Leopard 2 finishing matchmaking only to find that all its teammates and opponents were Little Tanks,

and before the big, thick cannon could even fire properly, the opposition was completely wiped out.

At this moment, the Garrison Military Alliance fleet made its grand finale entrance.

Only one warship entered the flight path—that incredibly massive warship.

The broadcaster's passionate voice followed.

“Now! Approaching the Viewing Platform!”

“It is the pride of civilization!”

“The crystallization of ancestral wisdom!”

“Her immense body props up the defense line for one-third of a star cluster,”

“Her prestige alone can suppress restless foreign races,”

“She is—the rule!”