Just as Martin and Jovian were immersed in the sweet atmosphere, a fierce conflict was taking place in the distant Matrix Galaxy.
A group of sword cultivators and a fleet were launching a fierce attack on each other. This was the third fleet that came to support.
After suffering heavy losses, the first fleet was forced to retreat into the plane for repairs.
The second fleet that came to reinforce originally planned to use the main guns on the main ship to perform space jumps, thereby achieving close-range bombardment.
However, they were transported to an unknown location, and there was no news at all. This series of circumstances left the newly arrived Third Fleet quite helpless.
The sword intent released by this group of sword cultivators was so terrifying that it absolutely restrained the fleet's mecha warriors.
The genetic repair ability that the mecha warriors have always been proud of collapsed in an instant in the face of the endless sword intent that invaded their bodies.
At this moment, in the main ship's command room, the first mate anxiously advised the captain: "We can't continue in this stalemate. Just fire up the star destroyer cannon and blow them all to pieces!"
Upon hearing this, the captain did not make a decision immediately, but stared at the picture on the main console screen.
I saw five figures in the distance. The energy emitted from them was extremely strong. They must be the legendary sword immortals.
The captain thought to himself: If I activate the star destroyer cannon, can I kill one or two of the sword masters in one fell swoop?
After a moment's thought, the captain decisively ordered, "Pass my order. The main guns will immediately begin charging and automatically lock onto the five figures in the distance."
"At the same time, all drones and mechas in the fleet are deployed to contain the group of sword cultivators."
"The mecha warriors have been fighting continuously and have suffered heavy losses. They can retreat and rest for a while. First mate, you will be responsible for the communication and coordination of this matter."
After hearing this, the first mate pointed at himself in disbelief.
You have to know that when you communicate with that group of sword cultivators, whether they will buy into your ideas or not depends entirely on their mood.
Just now, more than ten mecha warriors on their side died. It would be strange if the sword cultivators were in a good mood.
But the first mate also understood that he had no choice but to give it a try. At least he could give an explanation to the captain, which was better than offending both sides.
Seeing the first mate leave with a complicated expression, the captain turned around and seriously reminded the operators in the main control room to be extremely alert.
The first mate hurried to the lounge at the stern of the ship, first greeted the mecha warrior standing guard at the door, and reported his purpose.
The mecha warrior at the door understood and turned inside to report the situation.
Not long after, the mecha warrior came out and said to the first mate, "The captain has understood your intentions and has ordered the mecha warriors to gradually withdraw from the battlefield."
The first mate thanked him quickly and then hurried away from the stern of the ship.
On the way back, he walked quickly and took out the communicator to inform the captain of the situation.
After hearing the news, the captain immediately ordered the other destroyers to quickly recharge their main guns and aim at the group of sword cultivators.
The sword masters were the first to notice something was wrong and saw that all the main guns of the fleet had been charged but were not firing.
He glanced at the mecha warriors who were retreating quickly in the distance, and thought to himself that something was wrong, realizing that the other party was not following the rules.
The five sword masters acted decisively, unleashing their sharp sword energy and charging towards the fleet like five streams of light.
Since the other party is not playing by the rules, there is no need for them to follow the rules.
Five dazzling sword lights flashed by, and in an instant, the three frigates were split cleanly and neatly, and the wreckage of the ship flew in all directions.
Seeing this, the captain no longer hesitated and urgently ordered: "Attack! Attack quickly! All drones and mechas, don't worry about losses, just surround them! After returning to the empire, I will apply for new reinforcements. Don't worry about the current losses!"
The other eight ships responded one after another, indicating that they understood the order.
At the moment when the drones and mechas surrounded them, nine beams of light, eight small ones and one thick one, shot towards the positions of the sword cultivator and the sword immortal respectively.
In an instant, beams of energy came into contact with the besieged drones, instantly causing violent explosions, flashing light, and raging shock waves.
After issuing the attack command, the captain hurriedly notified the fleet to retreat quickly and prepare to start a space jump.
He knew in his heart that it was impossible to wipe out that group of sword immortals in one fell swoop.
Now, all the drones and mechas are put into battle, the star destroyer cannon cannot be used again in a short time, and other conventional attacks have little effect on the sword immortal. The top priority is to preserve the manpower.
After receiving the last few withdrawn mecha warriors, the captain's main ship led the fleet and decisively started a space jump. Accompanied by a burst of space fluctuations, the fleet disappeared from the battlefield.
At this moment, the battlefield was filled with smoke, and four sword immortals appeared in a panic.
They looked at the body of the deceased sword immortal floating in the void, and their faces instantly became extremely ugly.
No one expected that a Sword Master would be killed. "Good, very good! Since they were the first to break the rules, there's no need to show them mercy!"
The four of them made a quick decision and assigned one sword immortal to check the casualties of the sword cultivators, while the other three sword immortals went straight to the plane where the first fleet was hiding.
They drew their swords without hesitation, swung their arms, and several sharp sword lights slashed towards the plane.
In an instant, the plane seemed to be torn open by a sharp blade, and the scene inside was clearly presented to everyone.
The three sword immortals flew in without saying a word.
As they entered, the plane barrier began to tremble violently. After all, this was only a small plane, and facing these powerful sword immortals, it was simply unable to bear the weight.
However, the sword immortals had no time for these things. They just swung their swords, flashing dazzling sword lights. The small plane was like a piece of tattered cloth, covered with cracks.
Moreover, due to the continuous effect of the sword intent, those cracks could not be healed at all.
One of the female sword immortals even flew on her sword and rushed straight to the core of the plane.
In the blink of an eye, she came in front of the four mecha warriors guarding this place.
Before the other party could react, a cold light flashed, and the four mecha warriors fell in a pool of blood.
The female swordsman reached out and steadily took out the plane core. Meanwhile, the other two swordsmen were also busy, shuttling between the fleets and wantonly destroying those ships.
In an instant, flames shot up into the sky and deafening explosions rang out one after another.
After the female swordsman returned, she said to the leading man, "Brother Qiu, we have the 'World Heart' (the core of the plane). We can withdraw now."
The leading man nodded slightly, glanced around again, and then quickly left with the other sword masters.
With the departure of the plane core, this small plane began to collapse violently like a building without support.
The surrounding space twisted and deformed, and black cracks spread out, as if to swallow everything.