Reborn Cave Queen of the End Times novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147 Distraction

The moment they heard it, they agreed without hesitation, rolled up their sleeves, and charged straight m

After that, everything dissolved into chaos.

Men, and the raw, hot-blooded nature running through them, had always been wired for exactly this of thing. A brawl pulled people in the way a fire pulled moths, fast and completely without reason.

The moment a friend took a hit, the thinking stopped and the fists started moving, and nothing else in the world mattered anymore.

The central shelter’s forces ran mostly on mercenaries and privately assembled crews, the kind of people who answered a challenge by meeting it head on and didn’t know what discipline looked like.

So when the fighting started, everyone who wasn’t absolutely required to stay at their post came surging forward with everything they had.

In a matter of moments, the cargo ships belonging to Aurora Base and the Karthmoor shelter became a single sprawling battlefield, packed wall to wall with bodies throwing punches and trading kicks, every hit landing with the raw enthusiasm of people who’d been waiting for an excuse.

Autumn slipped over to the two medium-class frigates and shouted up at the few people still posted on watch. “What are you still standing there for? Get in there and help! If we lose this fight, central shelter’s reputation is gone!”

The logic landed immediately. They looked at each other, rolled their sleeves up, and threw themselves into the brawl.

The moment the last one left, Autumn pressed her hand flat against the nearest frigate’s hull and focused.

She’d half expected to hit a wall. Instead, without any resistance at all, both massive frigates vanished from the surface of the water with a pair of dull, heavy pulses.

Autumn’s body rocked sideways from the sudden displacement of water, and she barely caught herself before the wave took her under.

She glanced left, then right, heart pounding. Everyone around her was deep in the fight. Nobody had seen a thing.

She let out a slow breath and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.

That had been close. Uncomfortably close.

At least the satellites were gone. If any of them had still been operational, she’d have been finished on the spot.

She was about to make her exit when she caught sight of several smaller cargo vessels hanging back at the edge of the action, watching.

13 Autumn walked over and called out to them. “Are you seriously just standing there? Our people are getting wrecked out there! They re bleeding everywhere! You really want to go back and explane rocomiaand bec ive lost to the Karthmoor crews

That did it The spectator stopped spectating, rolled up their sleeves, and waded into the fight

The moment their backs were turned, Autumn’s hand came up.

One after another, the small cargo ships disappeared into her storage space.

The brawl lasted well over an hour. By the end, both sides were gasping, bloodied, and counting their injuries, with actual casualties on both ends.

But the returns were extraordinary.

When it was over, the central shelter had lost two medium frigates, six mid-sized cargo ships, and eight small cargo ships.

All they had left were the 200,000 ton cargo vessels and whatever assorted mid and small craft remained.

Autumn raised the loudspeaker and shouted into the crowd. “Stop fighting! Central shelter’s ships are gone!”

Everyone stopped and turned. The central shelter’s people stared at the gaps in their own formation where ships should have been.

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