The mining escort fleet is almost entirely wiped out. Not only has the energy network been completely severed, but even the main battleships and motherships are only holding on with their precarious protective shields.
However, the appearance of the Protos space fleet at this moment left all the remaining escort fleet soldiers somewhat bewildered.
At first, they all suspected that they were hallucinating, but after asking their colleagues, they found that anyone who wasn't blind could see the fleet that didn't exist in their memory.
These suddenly appearing fleets of spaceships were neither from the Civilization Alliance nor from the warships of the aberrant civilizations that had appeared in the battle. The constantly changing, hazy colors did not resemble the lights on the surface of the spaceships, but rather seemed to be unknown matter floating on the outside.
"Is this the latest weapon of the aberrant organisms?"
He asked himself the question.
The general was pessimistic about the outcome. Since it could be determined that the reinforcements were not from their own side, it was more likely that they were from the enemy.
But one thing made the general somewhat confused, or rather, gave rise to a different kind of hope.
'Given their overwhelming advantage, if the newly emerged entity truly is a hybrid, why not intercept the mining ships or simply remain secretive? Why reveal their trump cards when the outcome is already decided?'
The Protos Space Fleet successfully attracted the attention of both sides in the conflict. Unlike the confusion of the Civilization Alliance, the aberrant beings, while not sensing any special information, began to have a strange feeling intuitively.
Among the main warships of the monstrous civilization, the ugly creature in command narrowed his eyes, a faint sense of oppression appearing in his heart without warning.
"What is this feeling? It can't be those new warships with live flesh, or rather, it can't be live flesh that I've never seen before?"
...
On the central flagship of the Protos Space Fleet, Li Shengyao slightly raised his head, not glancing at the dilapidated advanced civilization escort fleet beside him, even though their mission's target was essentially that side.
Instead, he calmly stared at the monstrous creatures that outnumbered his own fleet and whose numbers were countless.
Prior to this, he had only commanded some of the Republic's assault operations and border defenses, as well as exercises. The last campaign against the demons was already a rare real-world combat experience.
Even he felt his heart beating faster at this moment, let alone other ordinary soldiers.
Even after countless calculations and unanimous approval from the World Tree Council, one fact remains unchanged: humanity has never fought against such a massive aberration in space.
In the past, planetary landings have always been the advantageous one.
To be honest, Li Shengyao was feeling quite uneasy.
But Li Shengyao wouldn't show any tension or excitement.
His calm, detached, and strategic image serves as a pillar of strength for all commanders and soldiers.
From now on, they will often communicate using psionic and telepathic means through bio-material military uniforms and suits, especially when communicating with extraterrestrials.
With a subtle concentration of spiritual energy, Li Shengyao's lips remained still, yet the order was transmitted to all fleets via the spaceship's amplification.
"Phoenix fighter squadrons 1-20, sortie; Colossus squadrons 1-10, sortie."
A quarter of the motherships and some of the main warships opened the hatches that had been prepared beforehand.
On the mothership, a large number of ground crew activated their biomass protection, acting like swift super soldiers, conducting a final on-site inspection.
"Hurry! Brothers, don't lose face, don't die there, kill as many enemies as possible!"
"Roar~"
Beast-like roars echoed in the maintenance rooms of various pilots and the Colossus pilot squadrons, before they sped towards their vehicles at 100 kilometers per hour.
Outside a maintenance room, the words "Psionic Warriors" were written in large characters, but the warriors inside were now making a ruckus.
"What? We weren't in the first wave of attacks!?"
A burly white man also stood up and paced back and forth restlessly.
"How is that possible! Why did General Li make this arrangement? Are we inferior to those Phoenix Swarms and the Colossus Legion?"
Feldman clenched his fists, staring at the soldiers on the screen who were frantically logging into the author's page.
"Shut up!"
Polly's clear, sharp voice rang out, instantly silencing the noise in the preparation room.
"Shut up! The general naturally has his own plans. How could you possibly fathom someone who can outmaneuver 60 other general candidates worldwide?"
A black-haired Chinese female soldier also stood up with a smile. Like Polly, she was one of the top five among the world's giant warriors.
When people play cards, when do they throw out their royal flush in the first round?
That's what they said, but everyone was still frustrated. It was their first chance to show off!
Moreover, everyone knows that while the Psionic Warriors are strong, they are definitely not the "trump card" of the Protoss Space Fleet.
Inside the bridge, Li Shengyao watched through the flagship's remote vision as the two sides continued their fierce battle, still in a daze.
Let me give you a gift first.
"Order: All main battleships, full-power psionic destroyer cannons, targets xxx, xxx, xxx."
Just as the dense array of Colossi and Phoenix fighters were about to step out of the fleet's hatches, special symbols began to slowly light up on the hulls of the main battleship group.
These are not any kind of writing system on Earth before, nor are they the writing systems or circuits of any other known civilization; they are psionic runes.
A peculiar aesthetic flows from the stern to the bow of these streamlined warships.
Externally, faint runes formed a circle at the front of the ship and slowly rotated.
On the mining escort fleet's side, the radar finally started working again, triggering another frantic alarm.
"Beep beep beep~~ Warning, a high-energy reaction is rapidly forming, warning, a high-energy reaction is rapidly forming..."
But everyone ignored the alarm because the machines couldn't detect the fleet's location; they could only detect energy changes, which was why they issued the warning. However, the crew members could see with their naked eyes that the energy reactions were not directed towards them.
"What's this?"
After a few seconds, a flash appeared in the distant space, leaving a gradually dimming silver trail in the void along the entire energy trajectory.
Immediately afterward, countless points of light appeared at the location of the aberrant fleet in the distance, and many of the warships exploded.
At least dozens of the aberrant warships that were hit by that unknown energy attack trajectory exploded, including some large capital ships.
However, its position is not towards the center, but rather on the flank.
"Missed it?"
The adjutant of the escort fleet general asked his superior, somewhat puzzled, but the latter was also deep in thought.
Such a powerful attack really missed?
"Scan the aberrant fleet again."
The observers did not hesitate to maximize the radar power.
"The Aberrant Fleet lost 67 ships this time, including 12 main battleships, 20 escort ships, 19 sentry ships... and so on!"
The observer rubbed his eyes.
"The space...the node...is gone!"
"What! How is this possible!"
The fleet admiral's compound eyes widened, and he couldn't help but shout in surprise.
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