Capítulo 118: Chapter 118: Fleet of Warships
General Taylor Wex had a hint of astonishment in his eyes as he looked at the bizarre assortment of ships filling the entire sky. They carried mismatched exterior gun ports, and even with his limited military knowledge, he could tell it seemed like a haphazard assembly. The only strength they had appeared to be their massive quantity, obscuring the entire sky.
In terms of sheer numbers, it was indeed grand and spectacular, but their appearance left much to be desired.
Nevertheless, Taylor Wex didn't find them particularly impressive. Before the explosion of Krypton, they had been able to field armies of this size without difficulty. These machines were still just machines, even if they were controlled by artificial intelligence. Throughout Krypton's development over millions of years, they had experimented with AI-controlled instant military units, but eventually abandoned them because artificial intelligence lacked the spiritual and biological sensitivity to future crises that organic beings possessed.
Kryptonians, with their exceptional military talents, were superior to pure artificial intelligence in the field of warfare.
Now, all they had were these dilapidated warships.
Taylor Wex let out a sigh of relief. No matter how many ships they had, they couldn't unleash their full combat potential because the perfect fighting force lay in having Kryptonians with extraordinary military talents supported by intelligent warships.
"Hmm, these hundreds of thousands of warships as my personal guard don't quite cut it. They look too ugly, not elegant enough," Taylor Wex commented, giving a critical evaluation of his future fleet. He was dissatisfied with their appearance, as it didn't reflect his own dignity.
In his mind, he was already planning to obtain the necessary privileges and then customize a purple-colored vehicle, engraving his own name on it, so he could patrol his assigned territory and enjoy the honor that would be sung about.
As he contemplated these thoughts, a smile formed at the corners of his mouth, and he felt elated underfoot.
H'el couldn't help but be aware of Taylor Wex's thoughts, but he simply smiled and paid no further attention.
With a flick of his hand, he summoned the AllSpark and tossed it into the sky. It instantly transformed into a cube over 1,000 kilometers in size, casting a massive shadow over the land.
Even though the people in the square had witnessed the restoration of Kryptonians by the AllSpark over a dozen times, they still found it mysterious and bizarre, perhaps as important to their civilization as the Codex, a core element.
"Zero, you're in charge of constructing the warships," H'el gave the order.
With the AllSpark at their disposal, there was no need for intricate shipbuilding processes. All that was required was to roughly assemble enough weaponry and metal, follow the blueprints designed by H'el, and let the AllSpark convert the metal into metal cells according to those blueprints.
The complex process of manufacturing warships had been significantly simplified.
H'el activated the inner space of the Allspark. Its surface shimmered with arcs of light, and seven bolts of lightning carrying transformation information shot toward the seven unattractive battleships that had been cobbled together.
In the sight of everyone, the seven battleships began to tremble wildly, their metal cells forming as H'el constructed their shapes, arranging various module components.
The seven battleships, which initially had irregular, unattractive surfaces, instantly transformed through the movement of metal into cylindrical forms with smooth surfaces. They were incredibly massive, measuring up to 3,000 meters in length and 2,000 meters in diameter.
The seven battleships had a beautiful metallic appearance, shimmering with the coldness of steel and radiating an imposing aesthetic sense. They stood proudly in the sky.
The onlookers below were wide-eyed and speechless, utterly astonished by the transformation.
General Taylor Wex had a sinking feeling in his heart. He couldn't understand how that pile of junk had turned into such massive, majestic battleships.
"Just for show... No matter how good they look, they still need soldiers to operate them!!!" Kalu Zod, who was competing against him, had eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. His determined face revealed an excitement that he could barely contain.
"H'el! You haven't let me down for giving you and Faora that opportunity! For that credit! I want one! One!! One battleship!! I want to command a battleship!! Let me conquer the cosmos for you!" The raging fire in Kalu-Zod's heart was about to burst out. As a man, the romance of piloting warships and mechs was almost driving him insane!
His heart burned with fervor, almost melting itself away. He was experiencing an overwhelming surge of motivation for interstellar conquest!
After the completion of the battleships' construction, H'el promptly released the final control, allowing the seven battleships to gain their own sentience.
*Ka-ka!*
Mechanical sounds of motion filled the air as the seven colossal battleships, each measuring 2,000 meters in height and 2,000 meters in diameter, began their massive transformations together, each undergoing different modular changes.
A sense of mechanization and the looming aura of destruction washed over the onlookers.
In the end, all seven battleships transformed into towering, 2,000-meter-high giant mecha robots with brilliant azure eyes. They knelt before H'el in the sky.
"'Valor-class' Marshal-grade battleship, bowing to Your Majesty."
"'Honesty-class' Marshal-grade battleship, bowing to Your Majesty."
"'Compassion-class' Marshal-grade battleship, bowing to Your Majesty."
"'Sacrifice-class' Marshal-grade battleship, bowing to Your Majesty."
"'Honor-class' Marshal-grade battleship, bowing to Your Majesty."
"'Radiance-class' Marshal-grade battleship, bowing to Your Majesty."
The people in the square were left in shock.
General Taylor Wex trembled uncontrollably, his lips quivering as he stared at the scene.
Kalu Zod's eyes burned with intensity, his whole body feeling the heat rise, and he couldn't help but tear his clothes and roar in anger!
H'el continued his actions without pause, opening the AllSpark and infusing energy into the thirty cruisers behind the battleships.
Not much different, they underwent the same transformation, going from ugly and unattractive to possessing a strong sci-fi vibe.
Thirty general-class cruisers all transformed and knelt in the sky before H'el.
And then came the two hundred thousand destroyers.
Followed by the one hundred fifty thousand frigates.
And the one hundred thousand reconnaissance ships.
The entire sky was filled with kneeling mecha robots, bowing to H'el.
A potent aura of war, as if it would annihilate all life, radiated from them and surged into the onlookers' sight.
The people in the square were now completely stunned, unable to speak.
Countless metal formed a throne behind H'el, a throne. He sat upon it, floating in the sky, gazing down at the terrified General Taylor Wex, and calmly asked, "Tell me, what do I need your army for?"
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