The Voice of Liberty won.
He won by virtue of lasting long enough to allow the Riot Mark III to cripple itself.
Though it was not a particularly impressive means of securing victory, that did not change the fact that the ambushing force had eliminated the only serious obstacle in its way.
Saint Conrad Morgenstern had attained complete control over the battlefield.
Technically speaking, the escort fleet still had a bit of fight left in it. All of its combat assets outside of its champion remained intact and undamaged.
Its mechs and warships were still positioned to bombard the Sound of Revolution from nearly any direction.
The Ascended Giants had finally made an appearance.
They no longer huddled inside the Armitage like frightened rats.
Despite their fears and misgivings, they all deployed into space.
Their numbers, their superdimensional raiments and their superdimensional armaments granted them a slight measure of confidence, but not too much.
For all of the damage that the Sound of Revolution had incurred from the Riot Mark III’s final blow, anyone could guess that this was not enough to render the senior ace mech ineffective.
The Voice of Liberty’s willpower remained strong.
The vibrancy of his Saint Kingdom had not even dipped after all of that fighting!
Even if his machine suffered twice as much damage, so long as his domain field remained stable, the enemy ace mech could still crush the remainder of the escort fleet with an absolute advantage!
This was the tyranny of a saint!
This situation also exemplified why so many branches of red humanity had developed an insatiable appetite for stolen resonance technology.
Only by developing and proliferating this new high technology would ’mortals’ be able to challenge the supremacy of saints and gods!
Yet that effort was about to suffer a major setback once the Voice of Liberty completed his intended deed.
Red humanity would still be able to develop stolen resonance technology without the captured Ixith Goliath.
Yet without an authentic sample at their disposal, their progress would slow down by a significant extent until they managed to capture another Goliath with similar properties.
How many more people would die as a result of a single rebellious ace pilot’s actions?
Key innovations may not come out until several months later than what was previously possible.
Entire star systems might fall because of the absence of upgraded battleships that had recently installed stolen resonance generators.
If the Voice of Liberty possessed a better understanding of the potential misery that might ensue due to his obsessive need to defend the honor and dignity of the mech piloting profession, he might have questioned the wisdom of his current course of action.
However, high-ranking mech pilots were not known for harboring doubts.
They were not only among the more decisive individuals of the human race, but sometimes possessed the power and clout to realize their ideals!
"The enemy is moving."
"Do we continue to open fire, sir?"
Ves made an immediate decision.
"No. Stop all hostile actions. The enemy ace mech is damaged, but it has probably retained over 80 or 90 percent of its combat effectiveness, especially considering that it is a machine that is personally designed by a Star Designer. There is no way our remaining combat assets can take advantage of this opening and neutralize the threat. Instead of annoying him further and inviting potentially lethal retaliation, it is better to admit that we have lost and cease hostilities. I mean it when I say that we are all at the mercy of a saint."
This was the terror of an individual that had almost become a god candidate.
Their chances of winning were already slim from the beginning, so the current outcome should have been anticipated by all of the major players.
There was no need for good men and women to throw their lives away in a senseless and wasteful display of duty.
All of these soldiers could still make themselves useful on other battlefields, particularly if the development of stolen resonance technology suffered significant setbacks and delays.
Nobody needed any convincing. Ves doubted that his tier 2 galactic citizenship made any difference in people’s calculations.
Everyone, from the highest officers to the lowest of maintenance workers, expressed no defiance towards this order.
They obediently shut down their offensive weapon systems and made no further actions that could constitute a continuation of the battle.
Though many of them felt utterly defeated and vulnerable, they did not have much fear of losing their lives.
From the beginning, Saint Conrad Morgenstern had refrained from directing his attacks to the other forces in the engagement.
This indicated that he still clung to numerous bottom lines even as he abandoned other ones.
Of course, even if he didn’t care for the lives of ordinary soldiers, it made little difference.
The power disparity between himself and the rest of the escort fleet was so vast that he had the privilege to disregard any other threats.
Even the Ascended Giants clad in superdimensional raiments appeared utterly vulnerable to a saint of his capabilities.
His ace mech was fast and strong enough to yank a superdimensional weapon from one of their hands.
The proportions may not match, but as long as the machine could still grip the weapon, then that was fine.
In fact, the Voice of Liberty did not even have to bother with this step.
"I feel the same way, but control yourself." Ves responded to his other self. "He is heading right in our direction."

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