When the signal indicating that the ship was ready sounded on the bridge, Martin had already stepped onto the back of the Void Dragon King.
The giant dragon, whose scales were covered with dark purple-gold patterns, roared softly, and when its wings spread out, it brought up a sharp air current.
"Set off."
His voice spread throughout the remaining fleet through the Dragon Emperor's mental link, and seven or eight ships, which were scarred but still maintained a fighting posture, immediately started their jump engines.
It transformed into several streams of light and rushed towards the previous battlefield.
On the other side, inside Prince Krent's command ship, it was so quiet that one could hear his own heartbeat.
The adjutant had just reported the final casualty statistics, and every number was like a sledgehammer hitting his nerves - one-third of the Empire's mecha warrior legion.
They were completely destroyed in this battle, and the backlash of the erosion dark matter even affected the supply fleet in the rear.
"How much...?"
Krent's voice was as dry as sandpaper. He stared at the adjutant, as if trying to detect a joke in his eyes.
The adjutant lowered his head and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Less than 40% of the Mecha Warrior Corps remains, eight main fleets are nearly wiped out, and... thirteen supply ships have lost contact in the dark matter aftermath."
Krent's back suddenly straightened, and his fingers dug deeply into the armrests of the command chair, his knuckles turning white.
After confirming it again and again, he seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed in the chair.
He stared at the map in front of him with empty eyes - the mecha cluster that he was proud of was once marked there, but now there was only a large blank space.
"It's over... It's all over..." He muttered to himself, his forehead pressed against the cold control console, "The legion that His Majesty entrusted to me... is destroyed just like that..."
The adjutant stood aside, moving his lips as if to say something to comfort him, but found that all words were pale and powerless.
The empire's military laws were strict, and with such heavy losses, even though Krent was a prince, he could not escape blame.
After a long time, Krent slowly raised his head, and the emptiness in his eyes was replaced by an almost numb calmness.
"Draw up a battle report and report it truthfully to the Empire. No need to hide anything, and no need to make excuses."
"Prince..." The adjutant looked up with a hint of pity in his eyes.
Krent waved his hand, his voice tired but unquestionable: "Go down."
The adjutant looked at his dejected back, but couldn't say "Martin's fleet also suffered heavy losses" which was on the tip of his tongue.
He knew that any excuse at this moment would be like shirking responsibility.
The adjutant bowed deeply, turned around and tiptoed out of the room, leaving the despair and silence in the room behind.
Outside the command ship, stardust slowly fell, as if in silence for this tragic battle.
What Krent didn't know was that the Martin fleet, which he thought had been severely damaged, was now rushing towards him in the light of the leap, with the flames of revenge.
Inside the command ship, Prince Krent's finger hovered over the communicator for a long time, and the cold sweat on his fingertips almost soaked through the metal shell.
He wanted to ask for help from the empire, but he couldn't bring himself to do so - after all, he was the one who took the initiative to use the dark matter, and now he was in such a situation. Asking for help would be tantamount to asking for blame.
Just as he gritted his teeth and was about to press the communication button, the hatch was slammed open and the adjutant rushed in with a pale face and a trembling voice.
"Prince! The Martin Fleet... They've appeared on the Void Radar again! Seven or eight ships are rushing towards us at full speed!"
Krent raised his head suddenly, and the last trace of hesitation in his eyes was replaced by ruthlessness.
He pushed his chair aside and stood up, his hand on the podium: "It seems he is determined to kill us all!"
"What should we do? Only remnants of our mecha corps are left, and most of the ships are damaged..." The adjutant was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.
"What should we do?" Krent sneered, with madness flashing in his eyes.
"He wants to fight, doesn't he? Then fight him to the bitter end! Pass the order, all mobile ships and Gundams take to the air immediately, and tie them down!"
He paused, and lowered his voice to a very low level, with a determination to burn his boats.
"Get the last eclipse dark matter bomb ready too. Once they're within range, drop it immediately!"
The adjutant was shocked, but without hesitation, he bowed suddenly and said, "Yes!"
At this point, there is no turning back.
Losing one-third of the mecha army is a capital crime. Rather than being torn apart by Martin, it is better to take another gamble - even if both of them die, they must make the other party pay the price.
Outside the command ship, the remaining Matrix Galaxy Fleet slowly rose into the air. The scarred hulls and a few barely movable Gundams formed the last line of defense.
On the void radar, the light spots representing the Martin fleet were getting closer and closer at an astonishing speed, and it was obvious that they were determined to end the battle quickly.
Krent stood in front of the porthole, looking at the streaks of light rushing towards him, and clenched his fists.
He seemed to have seen the darkness when the bomb exploded, and the scene of Martin's fleet being annihilated in the eclipsing dark matter.
"Martin, you forced me to do this." He whispered to himself, with only the desire for destruction in his eyes.
At this moment, Martin was standing on the back of the Void Dragon King, looking at the enemy line that was getting closer and closer.
A cold arc appeared on his lips. He could sense the desperate madness permeating the enemy's formation.
However, look at the two golden behemoths and the other two galaxy-level golden behemoths hidden in the void.
Martin's eyes swept across the battlefield.
"Now," he ordered in his mind.
In the void, a golden light suddenly lit up - the galaxy-level golden Behemoth on the left suddenly rushed out of the crack.
Its body swelled to a thousand feet in length as it sped, its golden scales reflecting the starlight as it charged straight towards Krent's main ship.
The other end was like an arrow shot from a bow, intercepting the Gundam cluster that was trying to support the main ship, and its giant palm swung out, causing a large amount of energy turbulence.
“Just in time!”
When Krent saw the golden light rushing towards him on the screen in the main ship, a sneer appeared on his face.
"I've been waiting for this move from you!"
He slammed the red button next to him: "Activate the 'Star Track Cage'!"
The void around the main ship suddenly rippled, and countless energy beams shot out from the hidden star track nodes, interweaving into a huge light net.
Runes flashed at the nodes of the light network, which was obviously a confinement formation specifically designed to target giant creatures.
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