Polly and Feldman, one red and one blue "Psionic Warriors," transformed into two intertwined DNA helices of light.
Trailing particles resembling tail flames, they approached the fleet of the aberrant civilization at high speed.
The various cannons of countless monstrous civilization fleets fired low-power, high-speed shots at those terrifying unknown mechs.
Even the most incompetent gunner understands that with such abnormal speed that even with visual aids and mechanical assistance it's difficult to detect, firing at full power at low frequency not only wastes energy and ammunition, but also results in an extremely low hit rate.
These unknown mechs, seemingly courting death, unleashed their intelligent scanning interference, allowing the fire control system to lock onto them, which gave the gunners in the aberrant fleet a small moment of joy.
It turned out that the so-called lock-on was actually accompanied by ghosting. That's right, it wasn't that the gunner's visual organs were malfunctioning, nor was it a mechanical short circuit.
Moreover, the intelligent system is simply unable to calculate the accurate lead time. The movements of these mechs seem to follow a certain pattern, but in fact, there are huge variables every second that cannot be distinguished by the naked eye, but the machine can capture some of them.
This greatly increases the computational load. The key issue is that the change in the direction of spiritual energy completely violates conventional physical principles to some extent, and is essentially a form of paradox. The intelligence cannot judge its laws at all, and therefore cannot calculate the lead time.
So what the gunner sees is this kind of ghosting pattern, as if the lead system has given more than a dozen possible trajectory changes.
This is practically useless, and even with this ghosting, it still occasionally shows an error message.
After several unsuccessful attempts to fire, and watching helplessly as surrounding ships exploded one after another, the crew members, especially the gunners, of the entire aberrant civilization fleet became anxious.
If they had sweat glands, they would have been soaked through by now.
They could only turn the power down and the frequency up to the maximum, blindly firing around the ghosted target in the fire control system.
Crossfire achieved by increasing the firing rate cannot hit the target with the density expected.
Polly and her car resembled a graceful red butterfly, its invisible wings fluttering as it changed direction at will in space.
Feldman and his car, on the other hand, are like a restless cat, with a conflicting mix of wildness and agility.
Bundle after bundle after bundle after bundle.
Countless barrages of fire were concentrated on their spiral combination, seemingly hitting the pseudo-DNA spiral in space to the naked eye.
But both energy attacks and kinetic projectiles seemed to pass right through a phantom, leaving no trace and unable to stop their advance.
On the holographic screen of the bridge of the alien mining escort fleet, the appearance of more than one hundred new mechs also caused a state of utter astonishment.
Although I have seen some terrifying monstrous creatures or even a single, strangely powerful monstrous creature over the long years, this is the first time I have encountered such a terrifying war machine in the form of an organized legion.
Only after slowing down Polly and Feldman's psionic warriors by one-thousandth could their trajectories be seen more clearly.
Even in this state, the kinetic projectiles and energy beams were still too fast to see, but the frequency gaps were already very large. The two mechs seemed to ignore the rules of the vacuum, using the force of the void to move forward at will, dodging most of the attacks.
In fact, they were not able to completely avoid all attacks; some stellar energy would still hit them by sheer luck, but this low-power, high-frequency rapid fire had no effect whatsoever.
Both the energy beams and the kinetic energy projectiles crumbled under a sudden appearance of transparent crystal protection.
Moreover, after several observations, it was found that this protection is not an all-round shield like a conventional protective shield, but rather a localized one, with the crystalline layer weakening layer by layer from the center of the damaged point outwards.
Just by looking at it, you can tell that the energy utilization rate is extremely high.
Looking at the real-time status at normal speed, several escort ships that were attacking the two mechs, one red and one blue, had exploded one after another.
With extremely high attack efficiency, even when facing spaceships many times larger than the mechs, the tiny mechs can penetrate directly to vital points and destroy the energy furnace and core in just a few simple moves.
Like slicing cream, the entire machine passed through the ship's hull, as if the direction of its movement was a vacuum, without any resistance.
Brilliant explosions erupted behind them, bursting into flames.
These two mechs are just one of many eye-catching mechs; the rate of destruction of the surrounding swarm of abominations is hundreds or thousands of times faster than that of the fleet.
The vacuum was filled with blood mist, and the killing efficiency, which exceeded the normal attack range, terrified both sides. Even the Protoss fleet soldiers, who were regular Colossus pilots, felt their hearts race.
The combat capabilities of the psionic warriors are fairly well understood by the military's high command, but few in different elite units have actually witnessed them.
Because the Protoss fleet's Titan legion was considered elite among Earth's Titan forces, it was instinctively assumed that the Psionic Warriors had simply gained an advantage by being on the front lines.
Even if the Colossus has a higher biomass content, two against one or three against one, it can still defeat it.
But now.
No one has this idea anymore; this is no longer a force on the same level.
Some of the captains of the giant soldier battalions clenched their fists.
'It seems the road to having a unique unit designation is still quite long!'
Li Shengyao stood on the flagship's bridge, his usually indifferent face now tinged with a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth.
"These guys are really going all out to vent their frustrations; they're not going to give our brother units a chance."
The original plan to send another large contingent of giant soldiers was also put on hold.
"I am Li Shengyao. Leave no survivors among all the abominations. I will keep two ships of each type from the abomination civilization for research."
After sending this message, Li Shengyao slowly sat down in his command chair for the first time today, instead of standing.
No one knows how much pressure he felt as the fleet commander. After all, humans are not gods. Even the image of Zhuge Liang, who was wise and resourceful, is only a product of others' imagination. Only he himself knows the tension and pressure he felt on the spot.
However, compared to the generals behind them, the soldiers at the front were now completely caught up in excitement.
The space-born beasts weren't as strong as I imagined. Although they were a bit harder than those on the planet's surface, these creatures were far less agile in the air than I was, and even less agile than their counterparts on land.
Unlike the Titan Warriors' frenzied slaughter, the Phoenix Fighters have begun to recover valuable targets in groups of several or in squadrons.
For example, there are some abnormally large creatures that can withstand several attacks from several Colossi before dying or briefly resisting the Psionic Warriors before dying; and there are some small ships whose interiors have been completely slaughtered by Colossi, but whose hulls are basically intact.
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