In this situation, the parasite quickly disappears.

The pilot of this colossus soon discovered that his energy bar had recovered slightly, and his mech faithfully relayed the information to him, indicating that he had just received an "energy replenishment".

The high burst of power brought by the source cells of the resonance mode requires the consumption of a large amount of reserve energy, and the vehicle of a driver with weaker ability is consumed even more quickly.

In this environment where almost everyone around them was an enemy, these elites were attacked quite a few times.

And possibly due to its intelligence, the Red Worm is gradually adapting and adjusting, trading a relatively efficient cost for an attack on the Colossus, or trying to hold off a relatively more vulnerable Phoenix Fighter.

This resulted in a much greater loss of supplies to frontline troops than usual patrols.

"Captain, my unit reserves have dropped to the warning level."

"Mine too."

Although engines and weapons utilize a great deal of psionic technology, the mechanical operation of psionic energy requires a catalyst, which is generally of two types.

One is the biomass and inscribed runes within the machine, and the other is the operator's mental power, after several hours of high-intensity combat.

Attacking and dodging simultaneously puts them under immense mental and physical stress. Even with the assistance of military virtual reality technology, some Phoenix fighter pilots still operate at a speed that can dazzle the average person, and their muscles are constantly tense.

This is a huge test for drivers. Even though everyone is an elite and their physical condition is far superior to that of ordinary people, it is inevitable that their performance will decline.

The Colossus Squadron is much better. If Phoenix fighter pilots are simply physically superior to ordinary people, then Colossus pilots can basically be described as non-human.

At this point, they could clearly feel that the pressure of the nanny job had increased dramatically. Some Phoenix fighter pilots would occasionally make minor mistakes due to fatigue, which required them to make amends.

Li Shengyao promptly issued the latest orders to the front.

"The Phoenix fighter squadron will return in batches for resupply. Colossi whose status drops below the warning line will be responsible for returning for protection. If any of them feel their status is declining, they can also return with the batch for resupply."

"This is not the time to talk about face. Also, allow the removal of the Colossus's restricted terminal."

...

The cracks that had appeared earlier flickered with strange symbols, preventing these spatial rifts from healing. Beside the psionic power systems of some main warships, some little fairies were manipulating the psionic output.

Several hours had passed, and the alien alliance fleet outside had long since made contact with headquarters, with many of them having already withdrawn.

A significant portion of my warships remained at a relatively safe distance to observe the situation here.

Minert kept a close eye on the images displayed by the observation system. The symbols on the widening cracks remained unchanged, and he had no idea how the Protos warriors who had rushed over were faring.

"Five grams have passed. Will the Protoss people run into trouble?"

"Their fleet is still standing still, without any excessive reaction, so they should be fine."

What do you think is behind there?

"Only then will I have monsters, and more than one."

"Like the kind that were just now?"

"Who knows..."

The crew members on the bridge were discussing these same questions that Minter was also wondering about.

"Look, it's coming out!"

Some Phoenix fighters and a small number of Colossi are gradually passing through the crack, their goddess blessings still intact, though many of them have been damaged to some extent in the previous battle.

The crew of the alien civilization alliance's fleet saw these golden-glowing fighters and mechs, and also noticed the damage to some of them.

"You're back, you're back. So, does that mean the problem is solved?"

"So few? Most of them are fighter jets, where are the mechs?"

"No way... are those monsters over there really that strong?"

Seeing that only a small number of fighter jets and mechs had returned, they couldn't help but suspect that the rest had all perished. After all, in their previous battles, those who didn't return were definitely beyond saving.

These Phoenix fighters and Colossi rapidly approached their mothership. The logistics staff were already prepared and immediately provided them with supplies. At the same time, a large number of stretchers, wheelchairs, and food were brought up.

A fighter jet radiating golden light returned to the hangar, startling the logistics personnel for a moment before they immediately noticed the numerous damages and grime covering its surface.

There are drill holes, tooth marks, and some gaps and burn marks.

As soon as the Phoenix fighter jet came to a stop, the logistics team leader immediately called out.

"Quickly! Get the driver out of here!"

"Bring the stretcher over here!"

"Be careful, be careful, he's exhausted!"

Two logistics soldiers, dressed as biomedical personnel, leaped more than three meters high with a powerful leap, reaching the left and right sides of the Phoenix fighter jet's cockpit respectively, and carefully lifted the pilot, whose cockpit canopy had already been opened, out of the aircraft.

Sweat was constantly seeping from the driver's face, but it was immediately absorbed by the biomass on his body, keeping his body dry.

His face was pale, which, based on experience, was clearly due to overuse of his mental energy.

Looking at the aircraft's external condition and the pilot's condition, the logistics personnel sighed with genuine admiration.

"What a battle they went through..."

The few returning Colossi were in much better condition. Strictly speaking, they returned mainly because their pilots were struggling and needed to replenish their food and water and recover their energy. They also needed to help the Colossi restore their energy.

The giant soldiers opened their cockpits autonomously, and the pilots inside could leap down from a height of about ten meters, rushing to the supply area at a speed that would put a 100-meter champion to shame, grabbing large chunks of individual high-calorie food and energy drinks.

One driver opened his mouth to an exaggerated degree, stuffed a large sandwich into his mouth in one bite, chewed a few times, and then swallowed it whole.

The logistics soldiers standing nearby could clearly see his throat bulge out in an exaggerated way as he swallowed the contents of his stomach—a scene most people only see in children's cartoons.

They couldn't help but think to themselves, 'As expected, those piloting the Colossus are all monsters!'

...

Another batch of Phoenix fighters and a small number of Colossi flew back from the rift. Seeing this, the crew members in the alien fleet breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems they've come back to resupply; the fighting over there is more intense than we expected."

Minert remembered that back then, only a small number of Colossi and Phoenix Fighters had annihilated a large enemy force. This time, however, the number of Colossi and Phoenix Fighters sent out was dense, at least ten to twenty thousand. Could there really be something in the universe that could stop them?

However, the thought of those enormous, monstrous red worms dispelled that doubt.