"The First Fleet of the Explorers and Pursuers continues the assault. The Second and Third Fleets flank from the sides."
"All Chessmasters and mass-produced carrier aircraft prepare for takeoff. Busters and mass-produced battleships, aim your main cannons at the mass-produced ship ahead."
"Activate the standby fleet within the microlayered compound. Launch the attack once enemy ships enter range."
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One detailed combat directive after another was being transmitted through the Siren network by the Compiler to all Strategist Type III and mass-produced Type III models.
The vast fleet of Siren mass-production units and Strategists, under the Compiler's orderly command, executed every command with mechanical precision, leaving no unnecessary movements.
This was the Sirens: perfect war machines—efficient, cold, meticulous, and endless.
After issuing her orders, the Compiler sat atop her massive rigging, operating a translucent, ghostly-blue screen in front of her, recording data.
Her golden eyes, like beacons in the dark, burned with intensity as she fixed her gaze on the fierce skirmish playing out across the sea.
For once, there was no sigh, no complaint.
Then the mocking voice of the Observer came through the Siren network comms:
"Heeheehee, you're actually taking this seriously? You were only supposed to put on a show, and yet you went as far as deploying the microlayered compound. You've really laid out a heavenly trap this time."
Hearing the Observer's words, the Compiler remained as expressionless as ever and responded quietly through the comms:
"If we don't go all out, the probability of him discovering our act is as high as 72%."
"Even under the current circumstances, according to simulation projections, there's still a 13% chance he escapes the encirclement."
Seconds later, the Observer's voice returned, laced with amusement:
"Thirteen percent, huh? But that's assuming he doesn't sacrifice any of those awakened-minded ships. What's the probability then~?"
The Compiler didn't reply immediately. Her golden eyes glowed even brighter, as though conducting countless calculations in an instant.
A few seconds later, she slowly spoke:
"If he tries to prevent any of his ships from being sunk or heavily damaged, given his current fleet composition and combat stats, his chance of breaking out is only 1%."
"Ah~ only one percent? Heeheehee, aren't you being a little too harsh on him~"
Even the Observer sounded as if she were laughing, poking fun at how ruthless the Compiler's plan was.
This time, the Compiler ignored the Observer and simply looked straight in the direction where Lin Lan was.
Yes, to break through the defensive net she had deployed without losing a single comrade—this man had only a one percent chance.
To you, this would truly be considered a hopeless situation.
But if you really are the one who can give the [Judgement Project] new hope, then show us you have the strength to overcome that one percent.
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Hearing Lin Lan suddenly speak with such joy, Laffey and South Dakota both paused in surprise.
"Commander, have you come up with a plan?"
South Dakota looked seriously at Lin Lan. In this situation, unless they charged straight through the Siren fleet in the microlayered compound, she couldn't imagine any other way to break through the encirclement.
They were already nearing the Siren fleet's firing range. If they didn't change direction now and kept advancing, they'd soon face a full frontal bombardment.
"I'll explain later. Intrepid! Intrepid, do you copy? Get over here to this mass-production unit where I am!"
"Everyone else, start converging on my location as well!"
Lin Lan gave South Dakota a confident smile, then issued his orders through the Eagle Union shipgirls' comms.
"Intrepid, roger!" "Commander, I'm on my way!"
Receiving their responses, Lin Lan didn't bother explaining things further to the confused South Dakota and Laffey.
He began simulating his plan in his mind—and soon, a smile crept onto his face.
The reason he was so confident about breaking through was because he had found a skill in the Hero's skill list that he had previously overlooked.
Fixed Point Teleportation.
A high-tier spatial-element skill located at the very top of his list.
By using his blood to draw a sigil on an object, activating the sigil would open a one-way portal between him and the object for one minute.
At first glance, this skill sounded impressive.
But when Lin Lan had first skimmed its description and usage conditions, he had immediately written it off as a total junk skill.
Not because the effect was bad, but because the restrictions were simply too severe!
First, the mental energy cost was a percentage of the user's maximum capacity, and the further the distance between the user and the target object, the higher the cost.
Even that would've been tolerable—if not for one infuriating condition: the object with the sigil had to remain within the user's line of sight!
Even if he threw a sigil-marked rock, he'd still have to keep it in view to activate the portal.
At that point, what was the point of teleporting at all? He could just run over in a few seconds. Utter waste!
That's why Lin Lan had tossed the skill aside after a brief glance.
But just now, he remembered an advanced skill he had used with the Iron Blood shipgirls before—Vision Sharing.
As the name suggests, this seemingly useless skill allowed him to completely share the visual perspective of another person.
These two skills didn't appear related—but Lin Lan had a sudden epiphany.
What if he combined them?
He had already confirmed during their time with Iron Blood that his carrier shipgirls could scout with their aircraft, as if extending their vision.
There was no way this was purely radar—it had to be connected to the shipgirls themselves.
After all, the aircraft launched from their riggings were essentially part of their bodies. His carrier shipgirls could surely see through their aircraft.
So, what if he drew the teleport sigil on one aircraft, then had another aircraft follow it closely—and then shared vision with the carrier girl controlling them, say, Intrepid?
Then the distance at which he could activate the teleportation would far surpass what the ancient master who created this skill in Liaozhou had ever imagined!
And that distance would be enough to leap over the entire microlayered compound!
This could work!
Lin Lan clenched his fists. At this point, he could only rely on the Hero's power.
If my combat ability doesn't measure up to my shipgirls', and I lack martial expertise, then I'll use these utility skills to create miracles!
Laffey quietly watched the confident smile on her Commander's face, and her lips curved slightly into a smile of her own.
Since the Commander said he'd lead everyone to safely break through the Siren blockade, then her job right now—was to believe in him.
Soon, Intrepid arrived—a striking young woman with dual blue-gray twintails in black tights, draped in the combat cloak of the Essex-class.
Her rigging consisted of four carrier decks arranged around her, arcing with alternating blue and red lightning—like a thunder god in the night.
Seeing her standing next to a mass-produced destroyer, Lin Lan knew there was no time to explain. He spoke quickly, with urgency:
"Intrepid, release one aircraft and have it hover in front of me.
You should be able to micromanage that, right? Also, you can see directly through your aircraft's vision, can't you?"
Hearing such a strange command and question, Intrepid blinked in surprise. But in such a critical moment, she knew her Commander wouldn't act without reason.
Without question, she complied—deploying a bomber from her rigging and sending it toward Lin Lan, explaining as she did:
"I can control the aircraft precisely, yes—and we absolutely can see directly from the aircraft's first-person view."
With Intrepid's confirmation, Lin Lan's heart settled. His plan was now 90% secure.
As for the last 10%...
He glanced behind them, toward the pursuing Siren fleet.
That final piece would depend on how deeply he understood the Sirens.
As Lin Lan looked behind, Intrepid's tiny bomber also arrived, gently landing on the deck in front of him.
The aircraft deployed from shipgirls' rigging weren't as massive as real-life versions—instead, they were palm-sized, like collectible models.
Only when attacking would they scale up to full proportions under the shipgirls' control.
Seeing the bomber before him, Lin Lan couldn't help but pause in surprise as he took in its appearance.
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