Above the desert.
The two energy cannons collided violently!
The shock wave knocked back two mechas at the same time.
A trace of blood flowed from Pei Ji's mouth, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
The abnormally strong opponent aroused his fanatical desire to fight.
There was a glimmer of excitement in his sharp eyes, like a beast that had encountered an invader and wanted to tear the other party into pieces immediately.
"This move is quite interesting." A lazy voice sounded from the headset, "It feels a bit like our battlefield demon king."
"Shut up." Pei Ji's voice instantly dropped to freezing point.
Lu Sirang chuckled. "Why are you so repulsive? I'm here to help you. You see, with me in charge, you'll win faster."
"That's because I want you, a dog, to shut up right now!" Pei Ji almost bit his gums until they bled.
As soon as Lu Sirang's voice sounded, the tragic situation of the Fourth Fleet in the past emerged uncontrollably in his mind.
Individual soldiers died like moths to a flame, and the battlefield flowed like a river of blood.
How many times had he seen his companions, who were chatting and laughing one second, disappear in the white light the next, with blood soaking their military boots and twisted wreckage all over the ground.
It was the wreckage of his companions!
How could this executioner, whose hands were stained with blood, still be alive and well? How could he still have command authority?!
Just because his decisions didn't violate strategic theory, just because he had a high win rate, because he was a commander?!
He was not a tool for these commanders to play with.
Pei Ji's eyes were cold.
Under the double pressure, his mental strength was almost out of control. He was screaming madly, wanting to tear everything around him into pieces.
Even so, his body still controlled the mecha calmly.
Attack, dodge.
It was as if fighting had been engraved into his flesh and blood and become an instinct.
Lu Sirang watched the value on the screen gradually soaring towards the critical point.
That's about it, physical stimulation plus psychological pressure.
It won't be long before this Alpha can't bear it anymore and falls into a mental riot.
Even without the enemy's intervention, he would destroy himself.
"Don't be so stubborn, Admiral."
The ghostly voice sounded again.
"As a single soldier, you should be obedient, right?"
"That's the only way to please the Commander."
Feeling the other person's heavy and suppressed breathing, the mental power transmitted along the synapses was like an undercurrent carrying a storm, surging unbearably.
Lu Sirang curled up the corners of his mouth and was about to say a few more words.
At this moment, the connection with the optical brain was suddenly broken.
He was suddenly stunned.
A gentle spiritual force like water forcibly separated him from the optical computer. At the same time, a line of words popped up on the system:
[This command has been taken over by a higher authority.]
On the other side, Pei Ji listened to Lu Sirang's disgusting sermon, controlled the mecha to take a vertical chop, and said coldly:
"I don't need to please your commander."
There was unexpected silence in the headset. Pei Ji made an impatient "tsk" sound and said nothing more. He nimbly avoided another fatal blow and reached for the opponent's mecha's abdomen with his backhand.
A calm voice suddenly sounded.
"Retreat."
Pei Ji was stunned.
He felt that he might have auditory hallucinations due to excessive use of his mental power.
Or maybe he was hallucinating because he was seriously injured.
Why is there a muffled sound in the headset?
Shi Tian paused for a moment and did not retreat as instructed. He determined his position and stabbed fiercely into the gap between the two scales.
Sparks flew, accompanied by a sharp scraping sound, and a stream of black liquid flowed down the belly of the Garnier mecha.
At the same time, the enemy's arms tightly grasped the wings behind Eclipse.
With a "crack", one-third of the right wing was torn apart.
“Damn…”
Pei Ji cursed and felt a burning pain in his shoulder blade. He drew out his sword and distanced himself again.
There seemed to be a sigh coming from the headset, but it was too low for him to hear clearly.
The burning pain in his back and the restlessness of his mental power almost drove him crazy.
Pei Ji forced himself to calm down, gripped the sword tightly and observed the other party's movements.
Just as he was about to attack.
The voice sounded again:
"Does it hurt?"
The restless mental power suddenly calmed down for a moment, and something warm came through the end of the mind, licking the scarred tentacles soothingly.
Pei Ji felt the licking sensation like a kitten's tongue in a daze.
Garnier's mecha rushed towards him. He wanted to control Eclipse to meet it, but the mental power wrapped around him, gently and firmly suppressing the restless mental power.
Eclipse dodged the attack by slightly tilting his head.
The voice in the headset sounded again.
"Admiral, if you do this again, I will hate you."
This time Pei Ji heard it clearly.
The naturally cold and pure voice, with a hint of helplessness and a little indulgence, is calm and slow, very close to his cochlea.
"Shen... indeed?"
A clear response came to my ears.
"It's me."
At this moment, inside the command ship, the spiritual power like water spread out countless tentacles, connecting every warship, every team, and even every individual mecha.
And Shen Que is like a puppeteer pulling countless silk threads.
Millions of real-time data were transmitted to his mind at the same time. He skillfully switched mental connections and issued clear and precise instructions.
Under normal circumstances, the commander-in-chief will have 2-3 deputy commanders to assist in processing the huge amount of information and making detailed deployments.
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