Chapter 1138: Ultimate Tactics vs. Ultimate Power

Ether Eye

The alarm pierced the silence of the bridge, and the scarlet warning lights cast bloody shadows on the metal bulkheads.

In the holographic projection, a huge red dot was approaching at an alarming speed - Lion El'Jonson, the Primarch of the Dark Angels, was forcibly breaking through the defenses of the Tau Empire and heading straight for the flagship.

Yingyang stood in front of the tactical holographic table, his fingertips lightly running across the data stream on the projection, his eyes as cold as ice.

She didn't panic, didn't waver, and even her breathing wasn't disrupted at all.

"Commander, the target has broken through the third defense circle!" The voice of the Fire Clan warrior sounded in the communicator, with undisguised tension, "Our interception force has been completely wiped out!"

The corners of Yingyang's mouth rose slightly.

"Activate armed protocol." Her voice was calm and sharp, like a dagger drawn from its sheath. "All defense systems, highest alert."

She tapped her fingers on the holo-table, and the bridge lights instantly switched to dim red combat lighting.

The automatic turrets on the walls were unlocked, plasma cutting nets were deployed in the corridors, and the ventilation system was urgently closed - the entire battleship turned into a deadly steel maze in just ten seconds.

"Have the XV95 Ghost Combat Suit Team stand by in area B-7." Ying Yang continued to give orders, his eyes locked on Ryan's route of advance, "The rest of the Fire Clan warriors, block all main passages."

She did not run away or hide. She stood at the podium, like a chess player waiting for her opponent's final move.

Yingyang's fingertips drew several blue lines on the holographic projection, marking the key nodes inside the battleship.

She was too familiar with the structure of the ship - every hatch, every ventilation pipe, and even the direction of the energy pipelines were imprinted in her mind.

"Turn on the gravity trap," she ordered, "so that every step he takes will feel like walking through mud."

The shipboard AI immediately executed the order. The gravity field of the entire warship began to distort, and the gravity in the corridor was adjusted to 1.5 times the standard value, and in some specific areas it even reached 3 times - enough to make it difficult for ordinary soldiers to move.

But Yingyang knew that Ryan was no ordinary warrior.

“Activate the EMP shield,” she continued, her voice still steady. “If he attempts to communicate psionically, disrupt it.”

On the tactical holographic platform, Ryan's mark was still moving forward, but the speed was obviously slowing down. A sharp light flashed in Yingyang's eyes.

“Commander, he’s breached A-3!” a communications officer yelled. “Our autoturrets are useless against him!”

Yingyang did not panic. She had expected this.

"Let him go deeper," she whispered. "B-7 is where he ends up."

Area B-7, the battleship's core energy channel.

Fifteen elite Titanium warriors wearing XV95 "Ghost Battle Suit" stood by silently.

Their armor is painted to blend in perfectly with their surroundings, and their optical camouflage makes them nearly invisible.

The pulse cannon in his hand was fully charged, and the ion blade glowed with a cold blue light in the darkness.

Yingyang's voice came through the communicator, calm and clear.

"The target has entered the designated area, proceed as planned."

The captain of the battle suit team - Xia'ao, Shadowsun's most trusted warrior - nodded slightly.

He said nothing, but made a gesture, and the fifteen warriors dispersed instantly, like a group of silent hunters, lurking in the shadows.

They don't need to communicate or encourage each other. Shadow Sun's orders are iron laws, and her tactics are truth.

Xia'ao's fingertips rested lightly on the trigger, breathing steadily. He knew that he was facing one of the most terrifying warriors in the entire galaxy.

But he also knew that Yingyang never miscalculated.

They trust Shadowsun, and they believe that Shadowsun will bring victory again this time.

At the same time, Yingyang stood in front of the command desk, his eyes fixed on the holographic projection.

Ryan's mark has stepped into the edge of area B-7, with only the last three lines of defense left from the energy core.

"Shut down all lights in Sector B-7," she ordered. "Activate thermal imaging jammer."

In an instant, the entire area fell into absolute darkness.

This was not an ordinary power outage, but a specially modulated electromagnetic interference - any night vision equipment, thermal imagers, or even the Primarch's supernatural senses would be ineffective in this darkness.

Yingyang's fingers tapped lightly on the holo-table, as if he was calculating the time.

three seconds.

two seconds.

one second.

"Now."

In the darkness, Ryan's footsteps suddenly stopped.

His golden eyes could still see in absolute darkness, but at this moment, all he saw was a distorted shadow - some kind of interference field was disrupting his perception.

Then the first pulse of fire came from the side.

Ryan dodged sideways, but the second and third shots followed, accurately blocking his retreat.

The cold light of the ion blade flickered in the darkness, and fifteen ghost combat suit warriors launched an attack at the same time.

There were no roars or battle cries from them, only deadly silence.

Shadowsun's tactics were executed perfectly - Ryan was forced into a blind spot in the energy channel, the gravity trap slowed his movements, and the electromagnetic interference cut off his connection with the fleet.

On the holographic projection, the red dot representing Ryan finally stopped moving.

A hint of cold satisfaction flashed in Yingyang's eyes.

"Commander, the target has been suppressed!" the communications officer shouted excitedly.

Yingyang didn't answer.

She knew the battle was not over yet.

But she also knew that she would definitely win this game.

On the holographic projection, the red dot of Lion El'Jonson was still flashing in area B-7, but his movement trajectory had been completely blocked.

Yingyang's fingertips hovered above the tactical holographic table, like a chess player examining a nearly completed game.

Her pupils contracted slightly, capturing every subtle change in the data stream. Every dodge and counterattack of the Primarch was accurately recorded by the battleship's sensors and turned into a tactical model that was constantly calculated in her mind.

"Commander, the target is still resisting!" The Fire Clan's communications officer's voice was tense, "Three combat suits of the Ghost Squad have lost their signals!"

Yingyang's expression did not change at all. She had already anticipated the loss.

"Dispatch XV104 'Storm Battlesuit' squadron to provide support." Her voice was like an ice blade cutting through steel, "Activate all automatic defense turrets in B-7 area and lock on to the heat source and fire."

Her finger traced an arc across the holo-table, and twenty new blue markers converged on Sector B-7 from all levels of the battleship.

This is not a blind reinforcement, but a precise deployment of troops. Each team is equipped with a different combination of weapons. Some carry heavy pulse cannons for suppression, some are equipped with ion blades for close combat networking, and there are also engineering teams that specialize in the deployment of gravity mines.

Shadow Sun and even the entire Tau Empire are unfamiliar with the Primarch. They have fought against the Primarch very few times, and as for the few times they fought against the Primarch, there was no survivor, so now the Tau Empire knows basically nothing about the Primarch's power.

Yingyang, on the other hand, regarded Ryan as a powerful genetically modified human, and everything she arranged was to strangle him.