The members of Group C gritted their teeth and pushed their energy output to the limit.
"Left shield energy decreased by 30%!"
"There is wear and tear on the right side armor!" The alarm sounded rapidly in the cockpit.
The Pig King seized the opportunity and suddenly sprayed out dark green corrosive liquid, attacking the weak point of the triangular formation.
The mecha in the middle of Group C immediately turned its gun barrel, and a blazing beam of light hit the corrosive liquid, exploding a foul-smelling green mist in the air.
"Hold on!"
The captain of Group C roared, controlled the mecha, pulled out the alloy knife behind him, and slashed towards the giant claws of the Sow King.
The sound of metal hitting flesh was so sharp and piercing that the blade was actually bent and deformed.
In the distance, the mechas of Groups A and B had become tiny dots in the sky.
The shield of the last mecha in Group C was completely shattered. It was hit by the Pig King's claw and rolled over and crashed into its companions.
But they still stood firm in front, and did not retreat even when the machine began to smoke.
"For..." The last communication signal was interrupted by a violent explosion.
The captain glanced back at the rising flames, then clenched the joystick tightly. The thrusters once again emitted a dazzling blue light. "Speed ​​up!"
The remaining six mechas drew a decisive trajectory at the end of the wasteland and disappeared into the plane channel.
Behind him was the fire that was gradually swallowed by smoke and dust, and the unwilling roars of the Pig King and his wife.
Six Gundam mechas rushed out of the border of the distant country, their thrusters and space jump devices activated at the same time, and blue light streaks tore brief cracks in the void.
They didn't dare to stop for a moment, and made several consecutive jumps, leaving the wasteland behind them completely light years away.
It slowly stopped until the tactical screen could no longer capture the Pig King and his wife's energy response.
Floating in the silent starry sky, the six mechas moved apart from each other and began self-inspection.
"30% of the left arm armor is damaged, and the remaining energy is 57%."
"Right leg thruster output decreased, requiring maintenance."
"The weapon system is normal, but the shield energy is less than 30%..."
The team members' voices came through the communicator, exhausted after the fierce battle, but still calm.
The captain called up the holographic projection and marked the damage data of each mecha one by one. The screen was filled with flashing red dots.
He was silent for a moment, his fingertips sliding quickly across the control panel, summarizing the casualties and mission results.
"All members of Team C died in the line of duty. They successfully protected the Beast King's evacuation and destroyed the Pig King's core formation..."
After finishing his work, he took a deep breath and connected to the encrypted channel with the Empire.
The figure of the Imperial Marshal appeared in the holographic projection, and the other party was looking at the report on the screen.
He frowned slightly, then said in a deep voice, "Thank you for your hard work. You have completed your primary mission and will return to the base to rest immediately. The follow-up support force will take over the surveillance mission."
"receive."
The captain turned off the communication and looked at the group of mechas beside him.
"Set the return coordinates, let's go home."
The thrusters lit up again, and six blue lights formed a line in the starry sky, slowly moving towards the direction of the empire.
In the temporary command center of the reef zone, Martin stood in front of the holographic map, his fingertips running across the coordinates marked with resource points, his tone full of unquestionable command.
"Dispatch a team of dragon knights and ten transport ships to Star Region 3. Remember, I want both the people and the supplies."
Eric beside him bowed in response and turned to convey the instructions.
Inside the port, huge transport ships were continuously loading up with looted supplies, and muffled sounds could be faintly heard from the containers with their doors tightly closed – those were the creatures of various races that were forcibly abducted.
These fleets shuttle between star regions day and night.
Everything looted was sent to the plane of the gods, and the void was always filled with the mixed smell of diesel and despair.
At the same time, in the matrix room at the center of the empire, the old emperor looked at the battle report sent back, and the corners of his tense mouth finally raised a curve.
On the screen, the Gundam team's mission report is clear and concise, with accompanying images.
Creatures from a distant country are evacuating through a void rift, and the picture finally freezes on the fire of the self-explosion of Group C's mecha.
He raised his hand to close the report and his eyes fell on another screen - it showed the route map of Martin's transport fleet. Dense spots of light were like greedy insects, wriggling across the star field.
The old emperor's eyes turned cold, and his knuckles tapped the table, making a dull sound: "Martin...what you swallowed, you will have to spit out bit by bit sooner or later."
The old man behind him stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, do you need to deploy an interceptor immediately?"
The old emperor shook his head and circled the route that Martin's fleet must take on the screen with his fingertips.
"No rush. Wait until his stomach is big enough, then cut it with the knife, it will hurt enough."
The light from the screen reflected in his eyes.
In the core star fields of several higher-level planes, the atmosphere in the council hall where light and shadow intertwined was solemn.
The leaders of various tribes were suspended in mid-air. On the star map in front of them, the symbols of "Matrix Galaxy" and "Martin" were circled by a scarlet halo, emitting an ominous aura.
"Martin's force has already crossed the bottom line of all planes. The Matrix Galaxy is even more of a cancer. They actually attacked us openly."
The silver-haired old man in the lead had a low voice and was surrounded by star-like light.
"If it is not eradicated completely, it will sooner or later spread to our territory."
"Agreed." A general in lava armor echoed in a muffled voice, the metal scales on his fists rustling. "Our tribe is willing to provide thirty warships, ready at any time."
Discussions gradually arose and eventually converged into a unanimous resolution.
As light and shadow flowed, a contract engraved with ancient runes emerged in full view of everyone.
The runes sparkled with the luster of the origin of the universe - this was a cosmic plane contract. Once signed, it would be bound by the laws of the plane, and those who violated the contract would be retaliated by the power of the origin.
The four superior plane forces and ancient races successively imprinted their own origin marks on the contract.
The rune lit up instantly, turning into a stream of light that shot straight into the sky and dissipated into the depths of the void.
"Three days later, troops will be dispatched to the Matrix Galaxy."
The silver-haired old man's voice echoed throughout the council hall.
"We must win this battle and eliminate all trouble from the Fifth Universe."
As the news spread, the various upper planes and ancient races began to operate at full capacity, and the roar of the battleship arrays echoed in the void.
Countless soldiers were wiping their weapons, their eyes burning with fighting spirit.
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