At this moment, the captain of the red mech, using the still-functioning observation equipment, discovered that the beautiful fighter jet had completely taken over the remaining power system of his mech.

The partially disabled engines were shut down, and the mech was now being guided by an invisible traction energy.

The same applies to hundreds of other surviving mechs, including their own teammates; the communicators still have a signal and show that they are still operational.

The mecha captain tried saying something to his teammates.

"I'm glad you're going back to get scolded by your father again, Rondo A-card."

After the Phoenix fighter jets dragged these mechs out of the combat zone, their pulling force suddenly increased, instantly pulling the surviving mechs along as well.

Once they got closer, the mech pilots could only vaguely detect traces through the light-sensitive system, realizing that what was dragging them was not gravity or anything else they had originally imagined.

At least on the surface, it doesn't look like that. Instead, it's something like a net of light. However, only when some stray arrow-like attacks occasionally land nearby can the energy reaction cause this net of light to show a faint outline for a moment before it quickly disappears.

The mining escort fleet also discovered that those incredibly fast-moving fighter jets had dragged out all of their mechs.

"They rescued our people? Was it purely humanitarian?"

I don't think so.

The commander at the flagship stared intently at the fighter jets towing their own mechs.

While I've always believed that the lives of soldiers in mobile units are worthless, it's not fair to say they have no value, for example...

"Those space fighters brought our mechs back!"

An observer shouted out loudly; at such a moment, it was always exhilarating to see a comrade return alive.

'Um!?'

The commander was surprised.

They didn't intend to arrest these drivers to find out what happened? Was it really just a simple humanitarian rescue effort?

The relationships in the universe are governed by a law of self-interest. Apart from the insane and chaotic creatures like the abominations, most other living beings conform to this law, so it's no wonder the commander thought that way just now.

In space, the escort fleet could no longer sense any attack and had become mere spectators, as all the power of the aberrant entities had been diverted to dealing with the newly emerged unknown fleet.

The bizarrely beautiful space fighters, after delivering the remaining mechs of the escort fleet to their vicinity, immediately returned to base to continue the battle.

"Recall the mobile force, let the other soldiers who have retreated from the front rest, and bring a few veterans to see me."

The commander gave the order after some thought.

"Yes, sir!"

The adjutant immediately accepted the order and went to carry it out.

Gazing at the battlefield from afar.

The ghostly space fighters on the periphery can be observed, but they often lose track of the target in a flash and need to be re-tracked.

At this distance, non-intelligent light-sensing observation is no longer sufficient to clearly see a target the size of a mecha; the scanned image only shows the aberrant creature, not the mechas of those mysterious visitors.

But the sheer number of broken bodies, shattered heads, and splattered blood in the images of those monstrous beasts shows just how intense the battle was.

It's unclear what the casualties were for the unknown mechs that entered the swarm of monstrous creatures.

However, judging from the holographic display, the speed at which the abominations died was terrifying, almost as efficient as the space bombs they had painstakingly sent in.

The disintegration of many monstrous offspring follows a very regular pattern, referring to the manner and path of their death.

At this moment, this situation is being simulated on the holographic 3D screen.

A worm-like abomination was just cut into more than a dozen pieces by some being, and then the next moment, another winged abomination not far from this one was also cut into multiple pieces by something, followed by another horned abomination not far away, and then the next one.

The four monstrous creatures were dismembered almost immediately, and according to the calculations of the intelligent system, their arrangement formed an elongated Z-shape.

A beautiful lightning path was analyzed, and the effects of the four monstrous creatures being dismembered were repeatedly replayed.

"Such a precise attack..."

"This distance, this interval, this operation, this reaction speed... even if the taboo were lifted and allowed to be used by advanced artificial intelligence, no mecha carrier could achieve this level of performance!"

This is just one example of a relatively simple and predictable pattern; there are countless others that appear chaotic and disorganized.

While the analysis was underway, the bridge hatch opened, and the adjutant returned with two surviving soldiers from the Red Mech Squad who had just escaped danger.

"Sir, we have brought two veterans with outstanding combat records."

The commander turned around and scanned the two mech warriors who had just escaped danger with his compound eyes. The two hurriedly saluted the important figure, and then their gazes were quickly drawn to the lightning-shaped attack path that was being replayed.

"Gurgle~"

As a race with a human-like appearance, their swallowing posture is also very similar to that of humans, except that the sound is particularly loud at this moment.

They recalled once again those terrifying beings that moved with lightning speed, which were actually more terrifying than the graphics rendered by computers.

Those repeated phrases, "For El," carried a fanatical spirit, yet transformed into a terrifying, death-sentence-like chant.

Yes, because it is a transmission of mental fluctuations, these mech warriors can "understand" the deliberate words spoken by the Protoss fleet soldiers, but what "El" is is still unclear.

While they were lost in thought, the commander interrupted them.

“You are soldiers on the front lines, and I know you need rest now, but the command center urgently needs to know the information about these things.”

What are they struggling with?

Although it was an open secret, even among the soldiers, that the mobile units were being used as cannon fodder, the commander's attitude at this moment still flattered the two men.

It was the squad leader who spoke first.

"Sir, they... they're monsters. No, that's not right. Their power makes them even more like monsters than the abominations!"

As the narrative unfolds, details that can only be discovered up close are revealed one by one.

Not a single one was destroyed. Yes, at least until the squad leader was rescued, all that could be seen were the corpses of the monstrous beasts, while none of the super mechs were damaged.

The commander had considered that their casualty ratio might not be too high, but he hadn't considered the possibility of zero casualties.

What's even more terrifying is their protective shield technology and their ability to transmit mental signals directly to the minds of their own drivers.

Advanced civilizations have conducted considerable research on mental power, but it is mostly used for medical purposes. I have never heard of it being able to replace long-distance communication, since it is not like launching radar.

Actually, there was one more thing the Red Mech Squad Leader hadn't mentioned, but he dared not bring it up because it was just his own speculation.

That was the gaze he felt at the beginning; it didn't seem like a mecha or a machine at all!

Who exactly are they?

The commander muttered to himself, the insect's mandibles opening and closing.