Ves experienced a strong sense of satisfaction at seeing his assets cooperate with each other.
All of the effort he put into building up the Premier Fleet and investing into the smart AI processor cluster did not go to waste.
The point of trying to accumulate so many high-end assets was to expand the capabilities of his forces and increase their fault tolerance.
Almost any other fleet would have been rendered helpless and at the mercy of their opponents if they ended up in the same situation!
Yet the combined fleet or more precisely the Premier Fleet of the Larkinson Clan was different due to bringing together multiple high-end assets, each of which was already powerful enough to serve as trump cards for an individual force!
"This is the strength of red humanity." He whispered.
Saint Jannzi, who sat on an observer’s seat next to him, took notice of his remark.
"Technology?"
"Not necessarily." He subtly shook his head. "Technology alone does not give us the edge we need. I have always believed that it is the utilization of the available solutions that gives our civilization an edge over the others. Many of the alien races have their own strengths and advantages, but their tech base and doctrines are usually a lot narrower. They are good at what they are already doing, but fare a lot worse when they have to adapt to new and unfamiliar situations. We don’t suffer as much from this problem. We have a long track record of fighting all kinds of different enemies, including ourselves. Our toolbox is larger and more diverse, allowing us to pivot quickly and easier. I believe that ultimately, the strongest species is not the one that performs the best in a single environment, but one that does pretty well in multiple different environments."
That caused Jannzi to frown. "I don’t agree with you, Ves. I feel as if you are oversimplifying entire races and civilizations. Absolute strength can overpower any adaptation no matter how clever it may be. Why do you think every mech pilot is still working hard to advance to godhood? Only by becoming a god pilot will you gain the power to smash through every obstacle! Our forces wouldn’t be struggling so much right now if we had a single god mech at our disposal. Whatever tricks and schemes the deathborn have in store for us mean nothing when they crash against an inviolable God Kingdom."
"Even god pilots can be restrained, Jannzi. At the very least, they can still be hindered by each other. However, I agree with you that as long as you are powerful enough in your own right, things such as adaptation and versatility become meaningless. It is just incredibly difficult to achieve this power gap. I am sure that the deathborn civilization’s top powerhouses can easily squash us into dust, but it is clear that their ability to project more than a tiny fraction of their power to this distant dwarf galaxy is limited. As long as that is the case, they will still have to abide by the rules of the game, just as our own forces. That is where our inherent versatility and rich toolset can give us an edge."
"Uh huh." Jannzi nodded in an unimpressed manner. "We still need time and other stuff to fully realize those advantages. I doubt our enemies feel generous enough to give us the space we need to complete our adaptations."
Ves wondered why she was feeling so pessimistic, but when he saw that the Amaranto Mark III was shining like a beacon on the hull of the Tortuous Scream, he fell silent and waited with anticipation.
The Amaranto Mark III certainly took her sweet time to charge up her Instrument of Vengeance.
Different from before, the oversized luminar crystal rifle did not glow as blindingly bright as before.
This was because the dark miasma dampened the ace mech’s connection to the Illustrious One, thereby preventing Saint Stark from borrowing the power of the design spirit.
The hostile environment also lowered the concentration of light-attributed E energy, thereby significantly hindering the Amaranto Mark III’s attempts to absorb it from the local environment.
That did not mean that the living mech had lost her lethality. The ace marksman mech was still powerful enough in her own right even if she could only gather a fraction of light-attributed E energy this time!
Saint Stark did not bother to wait until she could charge up her rifle to the limit.
The Instrument of Vengeance’s maximum energy capacity was impressively high, but it was not necessary to make use of all of that potential in every situation.
She had already taken a good look at the formation anchors recorded by the Woodsap mechs and made her own judgment on how much firepower it took to destroy their structures.
What truly challenged her was landing a hit in the first place.
This was where the targeting data provided by the entire fleet came in handy.
In a situation where visibility was terrible and widespread spatial distortions introduced additional complications, it was virtually impossible for any ranged mech to achieve a successful hit on a distant target!
Yet Saint Stark and the Amaranto Mark III did not stand alone this time.
Under the supervision of Saint Commander Casella Ingvar, the smart AIs of the Tortuous Scream condensed all of their data calculations and modeling in a very minimal feed of essential graphs and numbers before transmitting it to the Amaranto Mark III.



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