At this time, a voice came out, "How about...we surrender?"

The Holy Lord of the Ancient Plane spoke in a trembling voice, breaking the suffocating silence in the command room.

His withered fingers gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white, and his eyes roamed over everyone's faces with a hint of fear that was almost begging.

The leaders of the various forces present did not roar as expected. Even the most rebellious Lava Lord just frowned.

He turned his face to the cracked holographic screen—there, the green light representing the defense line was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye, and every second a new red dot marked the location where the fortress was breached.

The silence was like a heavy gray fog, weighing down everyone's chest.

At this moment, a wizard in a star-patterned robe broke through the alloy door and rushed in. The hem of his robe was stained with burnt black stains, and his voice was hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.

"We can't hold on! Martin's Golden Behemoth has broken through the third energy wall, and the Soul Princess team's dark matter pulse is about to tear through the core defenses!"

Before he finished speaking, the Giant Father of the M79 plane suddenly stood up.

His nearly three-meter-tall body stood like an iron tower, and the animal head emblem on his shoulder armor gleamed coldly in the dim light.

Without looking at anyone or saying a word, he turned and strode out of the command room.

The heavy metal door slowly closed behind him, leaving behind a moment of silence.

The Ancient Saint opened his mouth, but eventually swallowed the rest of his words and just watched the light on the holographic screen representing the Father of Giants rushing out of the fortress.

Like a golden meteor, it headed towards Martin's fleet.

Outside the command room, the deafening roar of the Giant Father could be faintly heard. There was no retreat in that voice, only a kind of almost tragic determination.

The wizard slumped to the ground, watching the red light explode around the light spot on the holographic screen, and suddenly covered his face.

The thought of surrender burst like a bubble in silence.

Perhaps they all understood that at this moment, whether they surrendered or fought to the death, the outcome had already been determined by the iron hoof of the Matrix Galaxy, but some people chose to use the final roar.

Leave the last bit of dignity for your own plane.

The roar of the Giant Father penetrated the energy barrier and echoed in the void battlefield.

He swung his giant axe, and the axe blade, wrapped in the unique gravity law of the M79 plane, chopped towards the nearest golden behemoth - the axe wind actually caused the surrounding starships to sink slightly, as if they were grasped by an invisible force field.

The Golden Behemoth roared and raised his sword to meet the attack. The roar of metal clashing shattered the portholes of several small warships.

The Giant Father used the momentum to leap backwards, landing on a floating meteorite fortress. He slapped his massive hand towards the fortress's core, "Pour all your energy into me!"

The energy pipelines of the fortress lit up instantly, and violent energy flowed into his body through his arms. His body expanded to a hundred meters high in an instant, and his skin glowed red like lava.

"You bastards of the Matrix, taste the wrath of M79!" He raised his foot and crushed an advancing mecha, and swept the giant axe across, splitting the dark matter pulse of the Soul Girl team in half.

In the command room, the Ancient Saint Lord looked at the giant figure on the holographic screen that was fighting a hundred enemies alone. He trembled and grabbed the communicator: "All saints in the Ancient Plane, listen to my order, follow me... to rescue the Father of Giants!!"

Before he finished speaking, the old wizard stood up, his aura rising: "Wizard Legion, follow me!"

The previously silent command room erupted in a frenzy. The subordinate planes of the various higher-level forces, under the orders of their superiors, began to launch desperate attacks.

The Tidebringer of the Water Plane waved his hand to summon the Star Belt Tide, which shattered the formation of the Matrix Fleet.

The Shadow Clan assassins transformed into black smoke, wrapping around the joints of the Time Sand Mech, causing the power of time to stagnate...

Those forces that had just been wavering in silence now rushed towards the battlefield like a lit powder keg.

Martin stood on the bridge of the flagship, looking at the suddenly violent enemy, his eyebrows slightly raised.

He called up the energy analysis chart and found that although the counterattacking forces were chaotic, they formed a subtle complementarity - the high temperature of the lava restrained the metal joints of the mecha.

The gravity of the tide interferes with the energy shield, and the stealth of the shadow is precisely targeted at the detection waves of the soul princess.

"Interesting."

He tapped his fingertips. "Have the Golden Behemoths shrink their formation and use their energy giant swords to create a circle of encirclement. The Soul Princess team will switch to 'Resonance Mode' and adjust the dark matter pulse to a broad-spectrum oscillation to break their coordination."

The moment the order was given, the giant swords of the four golden behemoths crossed into a net, and golden energy weaved into a cage in the void, trapping the counterattacking enemy forces in the center.

The bodies of the five Soul Princesses were suspended back to back, their energy cores hummed at the same frequency, and an invisible shock wave spread out.

The gravitational field of the water tide was instantly disrupted, the black smoke of the Shadow Clan was shattered into pieces, and even the flames of the Lava Lord dimmed a little.

In the encirclement, the giant father's hundred-meter-long body was covered with wounds, and the luster on the axe blade gradually faded.

He looked at the fallen allies around him, suddenly let out a desolate roar towards the sky, and then slammed his giant axe into the core of the meteorite fortress.

"Boom—"

The fortress exploded in an instant, and the violent energy shock wave tore open the energy cage of the Golden Behemoth.

The figure of the Giant Father dissipated in the flames, leaving only a final roar: "Hold... the flame of M79..."

After the shockwave, the battlefield fell into an eerie silence. The trapped enemy troops looked at the blasted gap, then at the surrounding Matrix fleets that were watching eagerly.

Suddenly someone threw away his weapon - it was the Giant's Son of M79. He knelt in the void, looking at the direction where the Giant's Father disappeared, tears streaming down his face.

The thought of surrender resurfaced, but it was no longer the initial cowardice.

Martin looked at the figures who had laid down their weapons and suddenly said into the communicator, "Leave the coordinates of M79. Captives from other dimensions will be dealt with according to prisoner of war regulations."

He looked at the gradually calming battlefield outside the porthole, and his fingertips ran across the star map coordinates of the Xuanhuang Realm.

Perhaps the Father of Giants never knew until his death that the goal of the Matrix Fleet was never destruction.

He just wanted to break down those rigid barriers - but this sudden counterattack made him see the last bit of strength hidden under the cowardice of these forces.

In the void, the remaining enemy forces were taken to the prisoner-of-war ship. Only in the direction of M79, there was still a faint energy fluctuation, like a seed tempered by the flames of war, waiting quietly in the stardust.