Marshal Taylor of the Qila Star Region

painfully discovered that their warships were cut into four pieces, not four equal pieces, one large piece and three small pieces, which was a very dangerous thing.

Just a few hours ago, the enemy was also cut by them in this way, so they could concentrate their forces to deal with the Buddhist sect, but now everything is reversed.

Liang Long led the main force to contain most of the warships under Marshal Taylor, while Lin Jiang and the other immortals, in cooperation with other people, were harvesting the other three small pieces of Hill civilization warships.

Every place was surrounded by superior forces, and the Hill civilization warships were disappearing rapidly.

The number of warships in the three small pieces added up to nearly 10,000. If this force was lost, the overall strength of the Hill civilization would be weaker than that of the Jiaer civilization.

"Three are dead."

Liang Long, who was commanding, had a thought in his heart, and a force was dissolved by him and passed to other souls.

He has made arrangements in the four major forces and refined hundreds of clones. Some of them have passed the tribulation and become immortals. They are independent and complete. Liang Long will not actively affect them at ordinary times, but at the moment of their death, Liang Long's backup plan will appear and will transfer their power back to the main body, that is, Liang Long's side.

In this battle alone, three clones of Liang Long's layout died, which sent a lot of power to Liang Long, but Liang Long did not show his intention to send these powers away. It is good to maintain the current level. He is a scientist and a commander. He does not need such a strong power.

Looking at the battlefield again, Liang Long smiled. They will win this battle.

This is a war without any opportunism. Both sides are fighting a real decisive battle, relying on hard power.

This kind of decisive battle seems to be a stupid act for many people, but for a civilization, it must be done. Only by defeating the enemy on the battlefield can they have the self-confidence of civilization, instead of opportunism. This kind of thing is very important for civilization and superiors.

“Immortal Lord Ren Zhong, Demon Lord Long, Demon Lord Xue Lian, Buddha Hong Ling, after you have dealt with your current opponents, rush to…”

“Commander of the Buddhist sect, you immediately give the order…”

“Commander of the Demon Clan…”

Liang Long continued to issue orders, and various tactical orders were issued quickly. The other three families did not dare to disobey Liang Long’s orders.

“Huiming, how many Buddhist warships are left?”

“Five thousand”

“Resolve the battle in front of you in ten minutes, no matter what means you use, and then move to…”

Liang Long glanced at Huiming’s position. The Buddhist warships consumed a lot of energy. There was actually a certain gap between their warships and those of Mahayana Star. It was the gap in materials. They were more fragile, but the Buddhist sect had strengthened its firepower and was also unique.

Now the technology level of the Buddhist sect is very close to that of Blue Star. They originated from the same family, and then they also absorbed the technological heritage of the Glory Federation, and then they deciphered the technology of the Hill civilization. Of course, they copied more from the Mahayana Star, and reversed the warships exported to them by the Mahayana Star, and combined them with their own technology level.

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"Boom"

Lin Jiang's figure appeared in a burst of fire, and he rushed out of the fire.

But others did not have such good luck. Lin Jiang saw at least seven true Buddhas disappear in the fire.

This was the self-destruction of the Hill civilization warship. They were cut and surrounded, and destroyed one by one. Without Marshal Taylor's order, the damaged warships chose to self-destruct and perish with the enemy.

A country still has brave men who are not afraid of life and death, let alone a civilization. After fighting for so long, the Hill civilization warships did not surrender, and all fought to the death.

This is also a very normal thing. There were no immortals or warships surrendering on the Jiaer civilization side. In the confrontation between the two civilizations, only one side can fall.

Taking advantage of the gap, Lin Jiang stuffed more than a dozen immortal pills into his mouth. These were not for increasing cultivation, but for restoring immortal power. The Heavenly Court would not control this kind of immortal pill, and would provide a large amount to the immortals. Otherwise, after fighting for so long, they would have been hollowed out.

Lin Jiang felt the presence of the immortals in the Blue Star camp. More than 100 people from the Blue Star camp went to fight, but now more than 60 of them have disappeared, including Lin Ying and Li Qing. They were defeated and their souls were divided. In the battle, even the immortal king could not guarantee that he was 100% alive, let alone others. Fortunately, no one in the Blue Star camp would really die.

Half an hour later, only one part of the Hill civilization was left. The three warships that were divided and surrounded had been completely destroyed. The army of the Jiaer civilization besieged the remaining warships.

The morale of the Jiaer civilization was high and the attack force was full. On the other hand, the morale

of the Hill civilization fell to a terrible level. Warships exploded one by one, and screams, last words and other sounds came from the communicator from time to time, which stimulated the nerves of the Hill people and made their morale fall rapidly.

Marshal Taylor was still desperately trying to make up for it. Dozens of warships had evacuated to the outside of the suppression space of the Emperor of Heaven and desperately released various space weapons, trying to make the four people of the Emperor of Heaven collapse. As long as they could use various new weapons, they still had the strength to fight.

In a certain warship, the nine cabinet members of the Hill civilization looked at the battle in front of them with pale faces. Although not everyone of them was proficient in command, they could still see the situation clearly.

"We are going to lose,"

said the Longdi cabinet, full of despair. He no longer believed that Marshal Taylor could turn the tide.

"Master Prime Minister, how many super battleships do we have now?"

"Three and a half, three are complete, and one has completed the overall framework, but the interior is still empty. It is expected to take another three months to complete.

" "Our wandering civilization plan..."

said a cabinet member. The Hill civilization has formulated many plans, including plans after their defeat. They will not allow themselves to surrender, nor are they willing to die in battle, so they have a wandering civilization plan. The plan

is that once they are defeated, the scientists of the Academy of Sciences and other important people will be evacuated to the super battleships. Three super battleships are enough to accommodate billions of people, and then with the help of the fourth space arbitrage, they may wander in the starry sky in the future, or they may find a new life planet to settle down and then restart civilization.

"I will order the immediate evacuation of important people,"

said the Prime Minister. His words actually tacitly acknowledged the defeat and were already making the worst plan.

"Hill Civilization is about to become a thing of the past. The god-level civilization is no match for the Jiaer civilization."

"When will the super-god civilization arrive?"

Several cabinets were crying out. They considered themselves to be a god-level civilization and once looked down upon dozens of alien civilizations. But now, they are about to fail, and the Hill Civilization is about to become a thing of the past.

"The super-god civilization will come, as long as we are still alive,"

the Prime Minister said affirmatively. The super battleships are still there, the scientists of the Academy of Sciences are still there, and there are enough facilities in the super battleships. They can escape from here and find a new home for life and start all over again.

······· The number of battleships of the Hill civilization has dropped to

ten

thousand.

This made Marshal Taylor completely desperate. With these ten thousand battleships, they could not win even if they freed up space.

"Prime Minister, we lost,"

Marshal Taylor opened the call with the Prime Minister and admitted the win or loss in one sentence.

"I understand, Marshal Taylor, thank you for your hard work."

"There will be no marshal who surrenders in the Hill civilization. I will fight the enemy to the death. Please be prepared, Prime Minister,"

said Marshal Taylor. He just reminded the Prime Minister that they were going to fail, and all the battleships would not be left behind, so the Hill civilization had to be prepared.

"Marshal Taylor, I hope you survive, the civilization needs you."

"Prime Minister, will there be a Hill civilization in the future?"

"Yes, the Hill civilization will rise from the flames of war and ruins."

"Prime Minister..."

"Marshal Taylor, I'm not kidding you, break out, break out with the super battleships, and enter the fourth space. I'll be waiting for you there, the civilization needs you..."

said the Prime Minister. The rise of the Hill civilization still needed the help of people like Taylor. They needed them as guards to protect the super battleships, and they also needed Marshal Taylor as a cabinet thug to suppress all opposition and questioning voices.