All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

The Human Alliance fleet was well-formed, with warships of all classes performing their respective duties, forming an unbreakable steel defense line. The Titan-class aircraft carrier sat in the center, like a giant galactic beast, exuding a powerful deterrent force. It was both the command center and the core hub for the take-off and landing of fighter jets.

Inside the bridge, Admiral Su Lan's sharp gaze was fixed on the holographic battlefield map. Her fingers rapidly tapped the control panel, issuing a series of commands. Her tone was calm and resolute, unmoved by the chaos of the battlefield: "Battlecruiser group, lock onto the alien main force, unleash full firepower, tear apart their formation!"

(The following is a description of one part of the battlefield, not the entire battlefield.)

As soon as the words fell, more than ten battlecruisers responded instantly, their hulls trembling violently. Dozens of heavy energy cannons charged simultaneously, and dazzling golden cannon beams converged into shape, tearing through the yellow nebula like sharp swords. With a world-destroying momentum, they slammed into the cluster of Keloya people.

As the strongest offensive force in the Human Alliance fleet, the battlecruiser's firepower was terrifying. Each cannon shot could easily penetrate the armor of the Shellloa light warships, and the resulting energy shockwaves blew away the surrounding Shellloa escort ships. Green ship wreckage and the corpses of alien crew members were sprayed into the void, intertwined with nebula dust, appearing eerie and tragic.

"Boom—! Boom—!"

A series of explosions rang out, instantly tearing a huge gap in the formation of the Keloan fleet. Several warships were reduced to fragments in the barrage of fire. However, their fleet was extremely large, and subsequent warships poured in like a tide, quickly filling the gap and maintaining a frenzied artillery barrage.

"Cruiser group, construct a defensive fire network, intercept foreign artillery fire, and cover the battlecruisers and aircraft carriers!" Admiral Su Lan's order came again, accurately controlling the rhythm of the battlefield.

More than twenty cruisers moved swiftly, flanking the battlecruisers. Their medium energy cannons and anti-aircraft guns opened fire simultaneously, creating a dense network of laser beams that intercepted the incoming shellloa fleet's artillery fire and the charging small raiding ships, clearing obstacles for the battlecruisers to fire.

At the same time, the hatches of the Titan-class aircraft carrier slowly opened, and hundreds of carrier-based fighter jets rushed out like a swarm of bees. With their wings spread, the small missiles they carried precisely locked onto the small warships of the Shellloa race, and began close-range strangulation. The roar of the fighter jets and the sound of the missiles exploding intertwined, becoming another scene on the battlefield.

The destroyer squadron dispersed, patrolling around the aircraft carrier, battlecruisers, and cruisers, taking on the responsibilities of escort and close-range counterattack. The ship's light energy cannons continued to fire, targeting small squadrons of the Shellloa race that broke through the defenses and attempted to raid the core warships.

Ye Fan's Titan-class third destroyer fleet was shuttling along the edge of the battlefield, its hull constantly vibrating. Every shot fired hit the approaching small Keloan raiding ships. On the deck, several soldiers were operating anti-aircraft guns, desperately intercepting the incoming Keloan carrier-based fighters.

Inside the logistics bay, a flurry of activity had already begun. Alarms, the clanging of tools, and the shouts of soldiers mingled together. Ye Fan was crouching on the ground, holding a high-frequency repair wrench in both hands, quickly repairing a damaged power armor.

This suit of armor was urgently sent back by soldiers from the front lines. The shoulder armor was corroded and damaged by the corrosive bodily fluids of the alien species, and the energy core circuitry was loose, making it unable to output energy normally. If it cannot be repaired quickly, the soldiers will face a fatal crisis after returning to the battlefield.

"Ye Fan, hurry up! The front line urgently needs this suit of armor, and that soldier is still waiting for support to change into it!" A veteran logistics soldier shouted at him urgently, while he was also quickly inspecting another suit of armor, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"Understood! Almost done!" Ye Fan replied without looking up, his tone firm, his fingertips moving without the slightest pause.

With his powerful spiritual perception, he accurately pinpointed the location of the loose circuit, avoided the corroded parts, quickly reinforced the interface with a wrench, took out a spare armor, skillfully replaced the damaged part, and then injected anti-corrosion gel. The whole process was smooth and precise, without any redundancy.

The advantages brought by his powerful soul were fully demonstrated. He could not only quickly troubleshoot faults, but also accurately control the details of maintenance. He was more than twice as efficient as his seniors. In just ten minutes, this power armor that was on the verge of being scrapped was restored to normal.

"Alright! Send it to the front line right away!" Ye Fan pushed the armor to the communications officer next to him, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and without taking a break, grabbed another damaged pulse laser gun and quickly disassembled and repaired it.

Just then, the destroyer suddenly shuddered violently, the lights inside the cabin flickered a few times, red warning lights illuminated, and a cold, mechanical voice announced: "Warning! The starboard side of the ship has been hit by gunfire from a Keloan raiding ship. Energy circuitry damaged, anti-aircraft guns unable to function properly!"

"Not good! Three small Shellloa raiding ships are approaching from the right. Without anti-aircraft guns to intercept them, they will attack the core of the ship directly!" came the urgent voice through the bridge communication.

The soldiers in the logistics compartment paled. If the core of the ship was damaged, the entire destroyer could be paralyzed or even destroyed, and everyone would lose their lives.

"I'm going to repair the lines!" Ye Fan immediately put down the laser gun in his hand, grabbed the repair toolbox, shouted to the veteran, and ran quickly towards the wiring compartment on the right side of the ship.

Inside the wiring compartment, thick smoke filled the air, many wires were burned, sparks flew everywhere, and a pungent smell of burning filled the air. Visibility was severely obstructed, and one could easily be struck by a leaking wire if not careful.

Ye Fan showed no fear. Relying on his photographic memory, he quickly recalled the destroyer's wiring diagram, accurately located the damaged wiring in the thick smoke, took out his tools, quickly cut off the damaged part, replaced it with new wiring, and skillfully connected and reinforced it with both hands.

At this moment, the ship shook again, clearly indicating that the Keloyan raiding ship had begun to attack the ship at close range. Tiny cracks appeared on the bulkheads, and gravel continued to fall, making the situation increasingly critical.

Ye Fan gritted his teeth and quickened his pace. Sweat mixed with dust slid down his face, dripping onto the scalding hot lines and evaporating instantly. His eyes were resolute, and he had only one thought in his mind—he had to repair the lines as soon as possible, activate the anti-aircraft guns, and hold the destroyer.

On the front lines, the battle remained fierce. The battlecruisers continued to suppress the enemy with their firepower, but they were unable to completely defeat the massive Carloan fleet. Instead, more and more Carloan reinforcement fleets emerged from the depths of the nebula and launched a frenzied artillery barrage against the Human Alliance fleet.

The hull of a battlecruiser was simultaneously struck by concentrated fire from dozens of Keloan fleets. Its energy shield shattered instantly, and huge cracks appeared in the hull, billowing thick smoke. Many soldiers were forced to abandon ship and evacuate in escape pods, but during the evacuation, they were intercepted by Keloan carrier-based fighters and became their food.

"Titan-class carriers, release all spare aircraft to support the battlecruisers! Cruiser group, tighten your defenses and focus on protecting the damaged battlecruisers!" Admiral Su Lan quickly adjusted the tactics, his tone grave.

The Titan-class carriers released hundreds more carrier-based aircraft, which flew toward the damaged battlecruiser and engaged in fierce combat with the Keloan carrier-based aircraft. The cruisers moved quickly to protect the damaged battlecruiser in the middle, and a dense network of firepower continuously intercepted the Keloan fleet's artillery attacks.

Destroyer squadrons also converged, intensifying their attacks on the Keloan fleet. Light energy cannons and missiles were fired in unison, focusing on the Keloan frigates to relieve pressure on the core warships as much as possible. On the battlefield, flames soared into the sky, and the sounds of warships exploding and cannons roaring intertwined, creating an extremely tragic scene.

Inside the circuit compartment, Ye Fan finally completed the circuit repair. He pressed the start button, and a cold, mechanical voice announced: "Energy circuit repair complete. Anti-aircraft guns are back to normal operation!"

The anti-aircraft guns on the right side of the ship activated instantly, and dense laser beams shot into the air. Three small Keloan raiding ships that were approaching were hit instantly, and the ships exploded and disintegrated. The crisis was successfully resolved.

Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief and was about to turn back to the logistics bay when his communicator suddenly rang. It was the voice of a veteran logistics soldier: "Ye Fan, five suits of armor have been damaged at the front, and ten laser guns are malfunctioning. You need to come back and provide support immediately! Also, we received news from the aircraft carrier that they need a batch of repair supplies. We need to allocate them as soon as possible!"

"Received! Return immediately!" Ye Fan responded, put away his repair toolbox, and quickly ran towards the logistics cabin. Along the way, wounded soldiers were constantly being carried in. They were covered in wounds, some scratched by the claws of the alien species, and some burned by corrosive bodily fluids. They looked pained, but still gritted their teeth and persevered, their eyes full of determination.

At this moment, a glimmer of hope appeared on the front lines. The battlecruiser group adjusted its firing angle, concentrated its firepower, and bombarded the core area of ​​the Keloan fleet. That was where the Keloan flagship was located, and it was also the command center of the entire fleet. As long as the flagship was destroyed, the Keloan fleet would fall into chaos and collapse on its own.

"boom--!"

A massive golden beam of light erupted from the flagship battlecruiser, striking the Keloan race's flagship with pinpoint accuracy. A tremendous explosion rang out, instantly obliterating the Keloan race's flagship, its green wreckage scattering in all directions and permeating the nebula.

After the flagship was destroyed, the Keloan fleet indeed fell into chaos. The originally orderly artillery fire and formation became disorderly, with warships colliding with each other, morale plummeting, and the previous madness and arrogance gone.

"A good opportunity! All fleets, open fire at full speed and completely annihilate the aliens!" Admiral Su Lan seized the opportunity and decisively issued the order for a general offensive.

Everyone thought victory was assured, but no one expected that the chaos in the Keloan fleet would only last a moment before being replaced by an even more frenzied ferocity—losing their command, they completely abandoned their formation and launched a suicidal counterattack.

Countless remaining warships of the Shellloa race, like runaway bulls, charged toward the Human Alliance fleet regardless of casualties. The ships were operating at overload, and the power of their cannons suddenly surged. A dense barrage of shells swept in, instantly breaking through the outer firepower of the Human Alliance fleet.

"Boom—!"

A deafening roar erupted as Ye Fan's Titan-class destroyer, the third destroyer, was simultaneously struck by several heavy shells from the Keloyan warships. The ship trembled violently, more violently than any previous tremor, causing items inside the cabins to fall and many soldiers to be knocked to the ground.

Red warning lights flashed frantically, and a piercing alarm blared, almost tearing eardrums apart. Mechanical prompts blared in rapid succession, their tone urgent to the extreme: "Warning! Severe damage to the ship's hull; energy shield on the verge of collapse! Warning! A large number of Shellloa race warships are approaching!"

Just then, a loud and urgent shout came through the communicator, echoing throughout the entire ship. It was the ship's captain, his tone carrying unquestionable authority and determination: "All personnel, immediately don your power armor! Every department, prepare for battle!"

"Soldiers wearing gravity armor, assemble immediately, guard the passage, and protect your comrades who haven't yet donned their power armor! We must not allow any aliens to board the ship!"

Inside the logistics bay, a chaotic yet orderly flurry of activity erupted. Soldiers dropped their repair tools and rushed frantically to the warehouse where the power armor was stored, donning it with lightning speed.

As soon as Ye Fan ran back to the logistics cabin, he was grabbed by two veterans in charge of distributing armor and shoved into a power armor without saying a word.

"Hurry! There's no time to waste!" an old soldier roared as he adjusted the armor plates, his eyes filled with urgency and expectation. "Survive, Ye Fan! You're a genius in our logistics department, the hope of humanity. You must survive!"

Looking at the veteran's scarred hands and hearing his heavy words of advice, Ye Fan felt a jolt in his heart. Without saying anything more, he immediately quickened his pace and clumsily but swiftly put on the power armor. He had been repairing armor for many years and knew its structure like the back of his hand, so he completed the donning in a moment.

The cold armor clung to his body, the buzzing of the energy core activating filled his ears, and a solid sense of power surged through him. His originally slender frame gained a more intimidating presence under the armor.

"Click—" The armored helmet closed, and the vision instantly switched to holographic mode. The damage inside the ship, the location of the comrades, and the approaching Shelloa race warship were all clearly presented in front of him.

The sounds of gunfire, explosions, and soldiers' shouts grew clearer outside. The ship shook violently again, the cracks in the bulkheads widened, and gravel fell in a flurry. The shadow of death instantly enveloped the entire destroyer.

Just as Ye Fan was getting used to the powered armor, an even more piercing alarm suddenly blared inside the ship. The mechanical voice, filled with extreme panic, repeatedly broadcast: "Warning! Warning! The ship's structure is completely destroyed, the power core is out of control, and the ship is about to crash! Repeat, the ship is about to crash!"

"BOOM—!!!"

Before the words were finished, a huge explosion suddenly rang out, the ship's power core was completely detonated, and a violent energy shockwave swept across the entire destroyer. Wherever it passed, the hull armor was torn apart, all the wiring was burned, and debris and broken mechanical parts flew wildly.

Ye Fan was violently thrown away by the shockwave and crashed heavily into the bulkhead. The power armor emitted a screeching sound, and his holographic vision instantly turned into a large patch of static. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, and even with the armor cushioning the impact, his blood was still churning from the shock.

Chaos erupted inside the cabin. The screams of soldiers, the cracking of machinery, and the burning of flames mingled together as the ship plummeted downwards at an incredible speed. Outside the windows, a yellow nebula flashed by, and a planet covered in volcanoes and dust could be vaguely seen—the planet of the Keloa race.

Amidst the chaos, the ship's loudspeaker suddenly regained a faint signal. The captain's hoarse yet resolute voice pierced through the noise, reaching every corner, carrying the determination to face death and the expectation for his comrades: "Gentlemen, we are about to crash on the planet of the Shelloa race. There is no turning back!"

"Survive! No matter the cost, survive! Those who survived the fall should immediately gather with their fellow countrymen nearby and huddle together for warmth!"

"Those without powered armor or combat armor, proceed to the escape pods immediately and evacuate while you still can! Every extra survivor gives humanity a greater chance of survival!"

The broadcast was intermittent, gradually weakening until it finally disappeared completely, leaving only the sounds of violent explosions and the tearing of the ship. The entire destroyer, like a kite with a broken string, was engulfed in flames and thick smoke as it plummeted toward the surface of the planet of the Keloya race.

Ye Fan struggled to get up from the ground. The power armor's energy core emitted a faint warning light. He steadied himself and looked through the static-filled holographic vision at his comrades who were fleeing in all directions, their panic barely concealed. The old soldier's words of advice and his sister's face flashed through his mind.

"I must survive!" He gritted his teeth, gripped the melee weapon that came with his armor, and rushed toward the escape pod—he had to find a chance to survive, not only for himself, but also for his sister who was waiting for him to return, for revenge, and for the hope of humanity.

The ship was falling faster and faster, and the outline of the land became clearer. Thick smoke from volcanic eruptions and crimson earth came into view. The gravity of the planet Shelloa was pulling the ship frantically, and the damage to the hull was getting worse. The aura of death was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.