Under the metal dome of the camp, the cold light reflected Martin's tense profile.
The casualty report that Eric handed over trembled slightly in his hands, and the numbers listed on the paper were like red-hot irons.
The heat made his fingertips numb - three battleships were damaged, the auxiliary fleet was almost completely destroyed, and the names of hundreds of thousands of people were forever on the casualty list.
"How many of the evil legion are left?"
Martin's voice was low and hoarse, and his eyes swept over the soldiers who were resting in the corner of the camp. The blood stains on their armor had not yet been washed off, but their eyes were still burning with fighting spirit.
"Your Majesty," Eric said with his head bowed, "We've lost over half our core combat force, but the spark is still there. We're recovering and ready to fight again at any time."
Martin clutched the report, his knuckles white. He closed his eyes, the conversation with Malcador playing in his mind.
"Immediately dispatch the other half of the fleet. Coordinates have been sent. Within three days, I want to see them appear at the edge of the Matrix Galaxy."
Makhado's response was calm and powerful.
"As you command, Your Majesty. The fleet is ready to depart immediately."
After the communication was cut off, Martin opened his eyes, his eyes no longer showing any hesitation. He walked to the tactical sand table and ran his fingertips across the star field model representing the matrix galaxy.
"Other forces are still adjusting and watching, and this is our opportunity."
Eric approached the sand table: "You want to press on with your victory? But we are now..."
"Because of now," Martin interrupted him, tapping his fingertips heavily on the core hub of the Matrix Galaxy.
"They thought we were both hurt and that we would retreat and recuperate – that was the key to breaking the deadlock."
He looked up at Eric, his eyes sharp as a knife.
"Pass on my order. The Divine Evil Legion will rest for half a day. Once the three battleships are fully charged, they will set off immediately. Target: the main plane of the Matrix Galaxy!"
"But Your Majesty, without backup..."
"The support group will arrive."
Martin's tone was firm.
"Before they send troops to stop us, we must first break down their gates. We must capture the main star and defend the hub. The rest is just a matter of slowly wearing them down."
Seeing the determination in Martin's eyes, Eric no longer hesitated: "I will pass the order right away!"
The sound of rapid horns soon rang out in the camp. The soldiers of the Divine Legion carried the repaired mechas and lined up. The damaged ships began to slowly rise into the air, and the roar of the engines shook the ground slightly.
Martin stood in front of the porthole, looking at the gradually gathering fleet, stroking a star crystal in his hand - it was found from the wreckage of Krent's main ship, and there were still remnants of dark matter in it.
"Matrix Galaxy..." He whispered to himself, a determined glint flashing in his eyes, "We are sure to win this battle."
In the void, the three main battleships, with their remaining combat power, were like three dark rays of light that cut through the starry sky and rushed towards the heart of the Matrix Galaxy.
Behind him, the backup fleet led by Malcador was making a space jump, following closely behind.
This time, Martin ignored those small planes and headed straight for the higher plane of the Matrix Galaxy.
Four golden behemoths led the way in front, and all the ships that went to block them were brutally blown up by the golden behemoths. The ships behind them were responsible for collecting the valuables on board.
In this way, we rushed all the way to the upper plane of the Matrix Galaxy, which had been completely transformed.
Countless star ports surrounded this superior plane, and the ships coming and going were all aimed at the Golden Behemoth and his men.
After receiving Martin's order, the Golden Behemoth's roar shook the universe. Its four hooves crushed the ripples caused by the energy beam and violently crashed into the star port's defense line.
The shields glowed white amidst the dense artillery fire, but they always protected the main body firmly. They swung their thick tails to sweep away the oncoming ships, and forcibly tore a hole in the firepower network.
He stood on the bridge, watching the unstoppable figure of the Golden Behemoth on the screen, tapping his fingertips on the console.
"Keep suppressing them and don't let them close their defense."
Deep in the matrix galaxy, the old emperor tapped the armrest with his fingertips, his eyes fixed on the corner of the screen - there, several ships marked with ancient family emblems were quietly approaching, and their energy response far exceeded that of conventional fleets.
"Background?" He chuckled. "If they want it, let them test the waters first."
The old man raised an eyebrow: "Aren't you afraid that these 'fishermen' will eventually catch you in their net?"
"net?"
A sharp glint flashed in the old emperor's eyes. "Whatever I have set up, I shall always be the one to close it."
He looked at the golden Behemoth on the screen that was rushing in the front. Its shield was cracked, but it was still charging forward recklessly.
"Martin's move is more drastic than expected."
At this time, the Golden Behemoth had broken through the outer defense line. The one in the front suddenly raised its head and spit out an energy ball containing the original power, which instantly blew through the energy cores of the three star ports.
The ships behind took advantage of the situation and rushed in, with robotic arms frantically harvesting the scattered energy crystals and data modules.
The old man looked at the chaotic battle and said slowly, "The fleets of other forces are approaching. Are you sure you won't let go?"
The old emperor withdrew his gaze and picked up the teacup.
"Wait a little longer."
He looked out the window and saw a faint blue light emanating from the core area of the Matrix Galaxy.
"The show has just begun."
Four golden behemoths stepped on the void, and every step made the alloy ground of the star port tremble.
The golden giant swords in their hands shone with a sharp cold light, and when they were swung, they brought up a strong wind that tore through the space - with a sweep of the sword, more than a dozen ships were cut in half, and the engine cores exploded one after another, and the flames of the chain explosions illuminated half of the star field red.
The energy shield shattered like thin ice as it chopped down vertically. The flagship's bridge was instantly split in two, and the wreckage fell in flames.
"Main guns charged! Aim at their joints!"
The fleet commander roared, but before he could finish his words, a golden Behemoth teleported to the front.
The giant sword slashed diagonally, breaking the barrel of the main gunboat. The scalding energy torrent backfired on the ship, and the entire ship collapsed in the strong light.
Dozens of fleets were like wheat waves swept by the wind, and their formations were blown into pieces.
Some ships tried to make a flanking attack, but were whipped by Behemoth's giant tail and flew backward in a spiral, crashing into friendly ships.
Some launched anchor chains to bind them, but the Behemoths grabbed the chains and swung them violently, dragging the entire fleet into a burning arc.
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