Just as the coalition forces and the Matrix Galaxy fleet were in a stalemate, several space cracks suddenly appeared in the Matrix Galaxy's airspace.

One after another, old Gundam mechas without any coating rushed out.

They are huge but covered in rust, with blue energy lines flowing on their metal shells, and the thrusters on their backs spew out long flame tails, drawing swift tracks in the starry sky.

Although these Gundam mechas were in tatters, they showed amazing maneuverability as soon as they appeared.

Under the cover of giant energy cannons continuously bombarding the coalition lines and tearing open gaps, the hatches of several mechas opened.

The special bomb mounted inside was revealed - with wisps of dark purple mist lingering on the outer shell, it was the erosion dark matter reaction bomb.

Once detonated, it can instantly devour the surrounding energy field, completely paralyzing the ship's shields and engines.

"Cover the bomb!"

A steady command came from the mecha communication channel, and dozens of genetic warriors immediately surrounded it in light mechas.

The particle rifle in his hand continuously spewed out firepower, accurately suppressing the anti-aircraft turrets on the coalition ships.

The pitch-black Gundam mecha seized the opportunity and broke through the fire net like an arrow. When it approached the core area of ​​the coalition fleet, it suddenly threw out the dark matter reaction bomb.

The bombs drew parabolas in the air and crashed into the Allied battleships.

"boom--!"

The first bomb exploded, and dark purple energy spread out instantly. Wherever it passed, the energy shields of the coalition ships quickly melted away as if corroded by strong acid.

The engine's light suddenly dimmed, and the entire ship lost power and floated in the void.

Immediately afterwards, more bombs exploded one after another, and a chaotic "energy vacuum zone" suddenly appeared in the coalition forces' formation.

The Matrix Galaxy's fleet seized this opportunity and immediately launched a charge, pouring artillery fire accurately on the ships that had lost their shields.

In the starry sky, the sounds of explosions and metal tearing intertwined, and a huge hole was torn in the coalition's line.

Upon seeing this, the old man from Xuanhuang Realm frowned, raised his hand and cast a golden rune, trying to neutralize the energy of the eroding dark matter.

"Hold on! Activate the backup shield and stop them!"

However, the Gundam mechas' offensive did not stop. They shuttled through the coalition forces like a flash of lightning, cooperating with the subsequent matrix fleet to continuously expand the results of the battle.

In the coalition forces, the star cluster-level warriors could no longer hold back when they saw the Gundam mecha tearing through the lines.

More than a dozen streams of light suddenly shot out from the flagship, as fast as lightning, and instantly blocked the front of the mecha group.

The old man from Xuanhuang Realm who was in the lead formed seals with his hands, and thousands of golden runes appeared around his body, covering the Gundam mecha in the front like a big net.

"How dare a mere metal puppet act so presumptuously here!"

His voice was like a loud bell. The moment the rune net fell, it penetrated the energy shield of the mecha and tightly entangled the joints of the mecha.

On the other side, the giant from the ancient plane clenched his fist suddenly, and the wind from his fist, carrying the brute force of shattering stars, blasted towards a mecha that was throwing bombs.

With a loud "bang", the shoulder armor of the Gundam mecha was instantly dented, the flames ejected from the thrusters suddenly became chaotic, and it lost balance and fell into the void.

"For the Peace of the Universe"

Seth shouted loudly, and appeared behind a mecha in a flash. The energy blade in his hand cut out an arc and accurately cut open the engine compartment of the mecha.

Dark purple energy leaked out and the mecha was paralyzed instantly.

The Gundam mecha group, which was originally unstoppable, suddenly fell into trouble due to the intervention of the star cluster-level strongman.

The power of these strong men has long surpassed the scope of conventional weapons. Runes, brute force, energy blades...

Every attack was aimed at the weaknesses of the mechas, and in a blink of an eye, seven or eight mechas were destroyed or severely damaged.

The mecha warriors of the Matrix Galaxy tried to fight back, but the firepower of the particle rifles was unable to break through the protective energy of the strong men, and were instead blasted into scrap metal by the opponent's casual attack.

In the starry sky, the wreckage of the mecha and the broken runes were intertwined, and the originally tilted battle situation became stalemate again.

The old man from Xuanhuang Realm smashed the last mecha that tried to break through with one palm.

His eyes swept coldly in the direction of the Matrix Galaxy, and then, looking at the wreckage of the mecha floating in the starry sky, his eyes darkened.

The energy cores of these destroyed Gundam mechas were obviously unstable, and the joints showed signs of being hastily put together - they were clearly defective products.

"The real killer weapon never showed up."

He muttered to himself, his gaze once again cast towards the six motionless special fleets in the heart of the Matrix Galaxy.

On the tactical screen, their coordinates were like nails nailed to the deepest part of the starport, neither supporting the front line nor deploying defense, as if they were just bystanders.

"What are you waiting for?"

The old man's fingertips were twisting the star beads and he suddenly stopped, feeling an inexplicable irritation in his heart.

The layout of the Matrix Galaxy was too weird. It released a suicide attack with a broken Gundam mecha, tearing a hole open, but it didn't let the special fleet catch up. It was obvious that it had a backup plan.

The ancient giant beside him asked in a deep voice, "Should we just charge in and pull out those fleets?"

The old man shook his head. "That's not right. Their lack of movement is the biggest variable. If we rush in, we might fall into a trap."

In the starry sky, the bombardment between the two sides is still going on. With the help of the Matrix Galaxy's fleet and the stubborn resistance of the starport fortifications, the coalition forces have the upper hand but are still unable to make a complete breakthrough.

And those six special fleets were like the sword of Damocles hanging over the coalition forces' heads, making everyone afraid to advance with all their strength.

The old man took a deep breath and suppressed his irritation. He vaguely felt the true purpose of the Matrix Galaxy.

Perhaps it is not about defending the star port, but waiting for a certain opportunity - a time that can allow these six special fleets to play the greatest role.

"Pass the order down. Slow down the offensive and tighten the encirclement." He told the messenger beside him, "First, find out the details of these six fleets."

The intensity of the coalition's artillery fire weakened, and the front line slowly shrank, forming a tighter encirclement.

The sound of artillery fire inside and outside the starport gradually became sparse, and a strange calm began to spread.

The Matrix Galaxy's special fleet still stood quietly in the depths of the star port, like a group of dormant beasts, waiting for the moment when its prey stepped into the trap.