Maybe he is the one who gets to eat the cake, but it is not certain who is the prey and who is the hunter.
At this moment, at the edge of the battlefield, Taoist Xuanqi glanced at the burly man beside him and said, "Let's put aside our grudges for now. If Martin's power becomes a force to be reckoned with, it will be of no benefit to anyone."
The burly man grinned and said, "Brother Xuanqi, if you want to say something, you might as well say it."
"When they are both defeated..." Taoist Xuanqi lowered his voice very low, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.
In the corners they couldn't see, the wizards' crystal balls were flickering with dim light, as if they were deducing something.
The giant Seth and his people stood quietly in the void; the shells of the ancient race's ships opened and closed slightly, as if they were accumulating strength.
In the starry sky, the fierce battle between the mecha and the golden behemoth is still going on, and an undercurrent involving more forces has been surging silently.
Martin looked at the new power logos that kept lighting up on the screen, with a cold smile on his lips - want to reap the benefits?
That depends on whether he agrees or not.
The battlefield completely turned into a meat grinder, with energy beams and ship wreckage intertwined in the void to form a web of death.
Every second, a ship exploded into a brilliant ball of light, and the roars of creatures and the wailing of metal mixed together, making people's eardrums hurt.
Martin stared at the console intently. The green dots on the screen representing his own ships were going out at an alarming speed, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing - even if there were heavy losses, he could not retreat.
Once we retreat, those outside forces that are eyeing us covetously will surely swarm in, and we won't even have a chance to turn the tables.
"Your Majesty, the loss of ships on the right wing exceeds 30%!" A hurried cry came from the communicator.
Just as Martin was about to give the order to adjust the formation, a deafening roar of engines suddenly came from the other side of the battlefield.
Prince Krent's reserve forces were finally dispatched. Five mecha warrior legions surged out like a black tide. Each mecha was flashing with dark red lines after genetic enhancement. The drivers were obviously modified genetic warriors.
They ignored the artillery fire and rushed across the void battlefield. The high-frequency vibration knives on the mecha arms could easily cut through the hull of the ship. Wherever they passed, the defensive formation of the Martin fleet was instantly torn open.
"Dragon Knights, intercept!" Martin ordered sternly.
The dragon knights gathered together, and their dragon breath poured down like a waterfall, but they could only temporarily force back the mechas in the front row.
The mecha warriors cooperated well and immediately formed a defensive formation. They fired a volley of shoulder-mounted energy cannons and actually blocked the impact of the dragon's breath.
What's more troublesome is that there are too many of them, as densely packed as an ant colony, even though the dragon knights are brave.
They could only protect the small area around the flagship and watched helplessly as other ships were torn apart and exploded by mechas.
"We can't go on like this!"
Eric's voice was filled with anxiety. "They have a hundred times more mechas than we do, and their genetic warriors can withstand overload attacks, so their endurance is even greater than that of the Dragon Knights!"
Martin's eyes swept across the center of the battlefield - the eldest and the second were still fighting with three giant mechas. Although they had the upper hand, they could not escape.
Although the newly formed legion fought back hard, its formation began to become disorganized due to its lack of experience in dealing with mecha clusters.
Martin's fingertips left deep marks on the edge of the console, and the two hidden golden behemoths in his mind were ready to move - that was the trump card he kept until the last moment.
But when his eyes swept across the edge of the battlefield, he saw the meaningful smile of Taoist Xuanqi on the flying boat of the Xuanhuang Realm, and saw the hand of the strong man from the ancient plane holding the giant axe tightly, and he finally suppressed the idea.
Once his cards are exposed, those external forces will immediately adjust their strategies, and may even join forces to strangle him here.
"It can only be like this." He whispered to himself, his consciousness sinking into the spiritual connection with the leader of the evil legion.
"Wake them up."
A muffled response came from the other end: "Yes, Your Majesty."
The cabin on the bottom floor of the main ship slowly opened, and cold air mixed with the smell of blood hit us in the face.
In countless hibernation pods, the evil gods slowly opened their scarlet eyes. They were born from the lord of the mother nest, Elodi. Their bodies were covered with dark golden bone armor, and their claws flashed with a faint blue light.
They moved their necks and joints stiffly, making a "clicking" sound. After a brief adaptation, their eyes were all cast towards the mountain of flesh in the center of the cabin, which was made of the corpses of strange beasts.
Without any orders or fighting, more than 8,000 evil gods rushed up like a tide, their sharp teeth and claws tearing through the tough animal hides, and the sounds of swallowing and breaking bones echoed in the cabin.
In just a moment, the entire mountain of flesh was devoured completely. The aura of the evil gods noticeably surged, and a bloodthirsty desire burned in their scarlet eyes.
The leader of the evil god army took a step forward, his bone armor colliding with a dull sound, and used his mental power to transmit Martin's command to the consciousness of every evil god: "Tear them apart."
“Ahhhhhhhhhh!”
Deafening roars echoed throughout the cabin, and the evil gods rushed out of the cabin like wild beasts breaking free from their shackles, leaping into the void battlefield.
They were incredibly fast, leaving faint afterimages in the air when they landed on all fours, and pounced straight towards the rampaging mecha warriors.
"What is that?!"
Inside Prince Krent's command ship, the sudden appearance of a black torrent on the screen caused his pupils to shrink.
Before he could react, a divine beast had already pounced on the back of the nearest mecha, its claws tearing through the metal shell like butter.
The scarlet tongue licked the exposed wiring, and then suddenly exerted force, dragging the mecha pilot and the seat out of the cockpit!
The mecha group instantly fell into chaos. These evil spirits seemed to have a natural ability to restrain mechanical creations.
Their bone armor can withstand energy cannons, their claws can tear through alloys, and what's even more terrifying is that they feel no pain.
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