"This [Main Character Effect Room] I’ve breached a few times before, but I’ve never encountered this situation."
Li Cheng scanned his surroundings, noticing a liquid crystal panel clearly displaying the status of the Blood Eagle.
It resembled a cigar-shaped, or rather cylindrical battleship, with a total length of 815 meters, a width of 152 meters, and a height of 223 meters. On both sides, it was equipped with 16 large-caliber Elemental Particle Cannons, and at the front, there was a super-long rail cannon painted with the Blood Eagle symbol, not to mention sub-light speed torpedoes, missiles, close-range dogfight drones, and a series of other weapons.
The entire ship was equipped with an Energy Shield and a SuperSpace Jump Engine, capable of interstellar leaping.
At a glance, Li Cheng could assert that the technology of this ship far surpassed that of Earth in the real world, overwhelmingly surpassing the nascent human civilization of the recently explored Wasteland World.
Not to mention looting the ship extensively, even stealing a cannon or a tablet commonly used by the crew; if one could successfully return to the real world, it would be an immense fortune.
Special Affairs Bureau, Global Supernatural Alliance, and even organizations like demon scientists would fully cooperate and meet all his demands in exchange for technology centuries ahead.
Money? Just paper, as much as you want. Naming a newly manufactured aircraft carrier after himself? That’s also possible. Cancelling the online game anti-addiction system for minors... New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novèlfire.net
Uh, strictly speaking, Li Cheng was still a minor, required to have anti-addiction measures in his gaming.
Li Cheng’s mind was crystal clear; the killing field would not leave such a glaring loophole allowing players to leap to success easily; the Misleading Room’s narrative trick almost turned the escapee into a character from the comics, and the Main Character Effect Room might not be much better.
But... it felt so real.
Li Cheng lightly moved his finger on the liquid crystal panel, reducing the scale of the display.
Battling against the Blood Eagle were thirteen smaller cigar-shaped battleships, each painted with a uniform pirate insignia. Both sides confronted each other from several light-seconds away, constantly firing torpedoes and missiles.
However, the accuracy on both sides was frighteningly low, most missiles going astray, flying past the Blood Eagle, with a small portion intercepted by close-defense cannons and drones, and only a very small number hitting the Energy Shield.
The real weapons of the two fleets were the heavy cannons located on the left and right sides, and at the front of the ships.
In space, due to factors like the center of gravity of the ship, engine layout, and angle faced towards incoming projectiles, the cylindrical form is one of the most logical shapes for ships, even with shield technology.
Also, since space battle is three-dimensional and both sides are several light-seconds apart, observing the enemy’s maneuvers causes a delay effect, making it impossible to accurately determine their precise position.
This leads to an observer having to rely on the initial velocity and acceleration information of the enemy units (battleships, drones) to roughly calculate their positions several seconds later and fire in that direction.
This phenomenon is known as the space battle probability cloud.
In such a scenario, space combatants first use smaller units (cruisers) to launch sub-light speed missiles and torpedoes to harass the enemy, forcing them to narrow their maneuver range, i.e., the probability cloud space,
then use the real powerhouse, the main cannons of battleships that can smash through Energy Shields, to deliver a killing blow.
"This just reverted back to the era of giant ships and big guns, right? So it seems even in the Interstellar Era, there’s still an enthusiasm for regression? Could it be they’re all P company players."
Li Cheng silently criticized, activating multitasking, rapidly swiping on the touchscreen, collecting more information with the help of the killing field’s translation function,
while also attentively listening to the movements on the other side of the bridge.
A tall figure in a high-ranking officer’s uniform, curvaceous with rabbit ears, stopped a red-uniformed engineer and asked sharply, "Why are you here?! Weren’t you supposed to repair the SuperSpace Engine?"
The engineer saluted the rabbit-eared woman, speaking bitterly, "The engine is repaired, but the ion chambers No. 1, No. 3, and No. 8’s Y-ray energy storage devices are severely damaged, unable to support a long-distance space jump."
Despite the Blood Eagle being a pirate ship, the crew’s uniforms, behavior, and manners were all on par with regular officers, requiring salutes when speaking to superiors.
"How far can we jump at the most?"
The rabbit-eared woman pressed on. At the moment, the Blood Eagle was managing a one against thirteen situation, barely holding on. If the SuperSpace Engine couldn’t be fixed, they would eventually run out of shield energy.
The engineer answered, "800 light-minutes, that’s the maximum distance, any further would cause a reactor meltdown. But this distance... it will allow the enemy pirate group to catch up."
With the engine damaged and no route for retreat, dragging it out would only lead to a slow death. The entire bridge went silent, all eyes converging on a tall figure.
This was a towering figure, clad in a crisp black and red double-colored military uniform, wearing a cap, with a yellow sash draped over the shoulders, a strange-looking gun holstered on the left waist, and a sword on the right side.
Without a sound, Gray Rain nudged Li Cheng with her finger, indicating from the look of that pistol alone that the figure was Isaac Lord.
Quietly maintaining his stance, Isaac noiselessly turned around; he, or rather It, was not a living being but a skeleton composed of black metal. The surface was devoid of intricate patterns, and his eye sockets flickered with a ghostly blue flame.
"If a long-distance jump is not feasible,"
Isaac spoke slowly, in a gender-neutral and dignified mechanical voice, "is it possible to support multiple short-range space jumps."