186: Chapter 190 You guys keep blasting the rocks, I'm changing my outfit first.

On the holographic platform of the cockpit, the card with edges covered in metallic rust but a core flowing with a pure energy halo slowly sank into the reading slot.

Li Cang's finger tapped the confirm button.

There were no magnificent cutscenes, only the death throes emitted by the entire Mining Planet No. 3.

The rock layers inside the dead star began to collapse on a large scale, and in the underground hollows hundreds of kilometers deep, the rules of material reorganization were forcibly manifested.

This [Exile Void Fortress] was brewed from a mixture of twelve High-level Elven Star Cruisers, a hundred Stormtroopers, and three thousand mutated Astartes.

It not only consumed every bit of those expensive materials but even drained the last half of the Core Adamantite vein of Mining Planet No. 3.

On the monitor, a monster that could not be measured by conventional vision rose from the cracks in the earth.

Its appearance was like a magnificent Gothic cathedral pulled from the ground, fused with some indescribable ancient fortress structure.

The exterior of the hull was covered with rugged, brutal ramming prows and composite armor plates as thick as city walls. Deep within those seemingly savage armor seams, the blue gravitational wave shimmer of Elven technology flickered faintly.

This was a metallic continent capable of drifting between the stars.

The four-kilometer-long battle axe heavy cruiser was as tiny as a tugboat docked next to a giant aircraft carrier in front of this newborn fortress.

"Open the central docking anchor, transfer main control data."

Li Cang sat in the command chair of the battle axe heavy cruiser and issued the migration order.

Massive tractor beams poured from the open belly of the Exile Void Fortress, precisely latching onto the hull of the battle axe heavy cruiser. Without any jolts, the battle axe heavy cruiser was smoothly dragged into the bottomless central docking bay inside the fortress.

Click.

The highest-authority physical encryption lock dropped. The console in front of Li Cang instantly went dark, but immediately after, a new ten-meter-wide wraparound command window lit up around him.

Various data bars representing shield strength, curvature stealth coefficient, and deep space radar scanning radius filled the interface with a reassuring fullness. This was the confidence of a legendary-grade fortress.

But the great map system did not leave him ample time for admiration.

At the edge of the radar panel, a circle of piercing scarlet jagged ripples tore through the tranquility of the detector.

They had arrived.

It was not a sneaky infiltration team, nor a vanguard reconnaissance of dozens of ships.

In the vacuum outside Mining Planet No. 3, space distorted like a tsunami.

Row after row of Federation Dreadnought Battleships emitting pure white radiance, along with various Regional Coalition Punisher Ships, leaped out of the Warp channels like a dense swarm of bees.

The dragnet woven by the computing power of light-brains completely sealed off all conventional physical escape routes in this star sector within a thousandth of a second.

In the center of the coalition fleet, on a Federation Throne Flagship the size of a miniature moon, the Sector-level Extinction Order launcher began to charge.

This time, the coalition made no shouts and issued no warnings on the public channel.

The ruler known as "The Chess Player" had had enough of this mad dog who did not play by the rules.

He had only one command: burn the planet at those coordinates into glass on a physical level.

The deep purple main gun beam tore through the starry sky, carrying the terrifying lethal power to evaporate oceans and melt through the mantle, slamming straight into the broken crust of Mining Planet No. 3.

The moment the bombardment hit, the surface rocks of the entire planet turned into a boiling magma cyclone, like butter thrown into a microwave.

Li Cang sat in the command cabin deep within the Exile Void Fortress, surrounded by the silently operating ventilation system.

Through external probes, he quietly admired this "fireworks show" hosted for him by the top big shots of the entire server out of their own pockets.

The intense light illuminated his calm, expressionless face.

"A main gun volley... that must cost tens of millions of genesis points. Truly wealthy and overbearing."

He did not show a hint of panic.

In this enclosed command space, his palm pushed an inconspicuous dark lever at the edge of the console.

"Initiate the Incomplete Rule Engine. Prepare for Stealth Warp."

At this moment, the massive Exile Void Fortress displayed its terrifying characteristics after fusing high-level Elven stealth technology with the Inquisition's heretical idealistic power.

It did not deploy its Energy Shield to withstand the bombardment. A layer of grey, deathly luster appeared on the outer armor of the fortress. The hull's mass, heat, and infrared radiation were forcibly erased by the system logic in that second.

Under the cover of the energy turbulence caused by the sky-filling Light Spears tearing through the crust and triggering violent explosions,

the Exile Void Fortress was like a leviathan sinking into deep-sea ink, not stirring even a single ripple in space.

Using the massive gravitational collapse point created by the planet's destruction, the vast shadow slid directly into a quietly opening Warp rift.

Blind jump.

This was a reckless deep-space piercing, with a completely random destination. No radar on the great map could track a ghost route without conventional beacons.

The cleansing of the Light Spears lasted for a full half-hour.

Mining Planet No. 3 was completely shattered, becoming a fiery red asteroid belt slowly drifting in the vacuum.

On the Federation flagship.

The adjutant looked at the flat green line on the holographic screen representing "zero life signs" and respectfully reported to the throne.

"The target area has been physically purified. There is no conventional probability of survival."

But deep within the distant Star Crown Palace, the ruler staring at the battle report data showed no trace of relaxation in his eyes.

In the highest-level logical deduction model, that damned victory announcement was always missing the most core system judgment—[Commander No. 409x Death Confirmed].

This meant that the mad dog who had bitten the Federation's main artery had not only survived but had broken free of its chains.

And at this very moment.

Deep within a Desolate Star Abyss, tens of thousands of light-years away.

A dark blind spot where even the great map's Star-net Beacons had never been lit.

Space was like a curtain sliced by a sharp blade, and the Exile Void Fortress, covered in barbs and resembling a deep-space palace, quietly squeezed out of the planar rift.

Li Cang looked at the green light on the console displaying [Complete Out-of-Combat Safe Zone] and casually unbuttoned his collar.

Through the explosion-proof window, he looked out at those ancient, dim star remains never recorded in star charts, and the several large unknown resource points pulsing with primitive, wild vitality at the edge of the radar.