"How much was lost?" Lem suddenly asked.
After waiting for a while and receiving no reply, Lyme became furious.
"Speak up, how many starships have been lost?"
"Thirty percent of the starships have been completely lost, and 124 percent of the starships are on the verge of collapse."
“Such a high loss rate,” the chief of staff said to Lem. “Commander, we must retreat. The enemy has deployed special mechs, clearly intending to wipe them out in one fell swoop.”
The entire Tri-Flower Legion was mobilized, and the Dark Star People dispatched massive reinforcements. This vast interstellar fleet was no longer an effective means of intimidating the enemy; rather, it was a foolish act that endangered themselves. Countless starships and airships were tightly packed together—they were too conspicuous targets.
"Commander, quickly have them disperse!" the chief of staff urged.
Lyme was dizzy and busy, his feet barely touching the ground.
"Didn't you hear what the chief of staff said? Get those idiots scattered and stop huddling together. In this world, strength doesn't come from numbers."
The liaison hesitated for a moment before hurriedly issuing the order.
"Emergency order, emergency order... Commander, the signal has been blocked."
The contact person almost burst into tears on the spot.
"What?" the legion commander and chief of staff exclaimed in unison.
Heaven has forsaken me, Heaven has forsaken me.
Unexpectedly, unbelievably! Even a centipede with a hundred legs doesn't die easily. Are they really going to be defeated by the special mechs designed and manufactured by the Agnes family?
While the two were filled with anxiety, Alpha stopped flailing his hands and took out the greatsword from his back. The sharp sword wind whistled past, and even without close contact, the starship easily disintegrated as it passed by.
“Let’s go,” Lyme said through gritted teeth.
"Commander." The chief of staff hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
With communication cut off, what else can they do?
The starship carrying the legion commander fled backwards, disappearing into a sea of fire and danger in the blink of an eye. Every cloud has a silver lining; some, seeing the legion commander retreat, foolishly followed suit.
Alpha was engrossed in the battle when it saw that the number of starships was dwindling, so it set its sights on the fleeing starships.
Since you're already here, please sit down for a while!
Alpha wiped out all the enemy ships above Sacramento, its figure transforming into a streak of light as it shot off.
"Commander, it's catching up." The speaker sobbed.
It's terrifying; a million soldiers just died like that.
The serial killer, the ruthless psychopath who kills without blinking an eye, is still targeting them.
Lem swayed, his throbbing head throbbing with pain.
“Elizabeth Agnes, well done.”
The Mandala Legion was almost completely wiped out, and his position as legion commander was effectively rendered meaningless.
Lyme gritted his teeth and decided to fight a desperate battle.
"I'm going to go after that little bitch Elizabeth Agnes later."
A cornered dog will jump over a wall, a desperate rabbit will bite; Lyme was frantic and prepared to perish with everything.
"Commander, please reconsider," the chief of staff earnestly advised.
Even ants try to survive; it's better to live a wretched life than to die a good death.
Watching his brothers die on the battlefield, powerless to stop it, was an indescribable heartache. Lyme didn't want to regret it in his old age; at this moment, he had no choice but to fight with all his might.
“Turn back.” Lyme’s eyes were resolute, filled with the determination to die.
No one dared to challenge the legion commander's authority. The starship turned around and headed straight for Alpha.
Alphas are too large; loading them with ammunition is useless. Only by detonating the starship's core energy source can they inflict a scratchy, flaking-like damage on an Alpha.
Boom! The commander of the Mandala Legion and all the crew members on board perished.
Half an hour after Alpha's unilateral massacre, a large amount of debris was added to the space.
...
Clang! The wine glass in my hand shattered on the floor.
"Commander Leym is dead?"
"Yes, Your Majesty." The soldier, who had narrowly escaped death, tried his best to lower his head. "Sacridon sent out special mechs, and we were powerless to fight back. The legion commander, he..."
Long Aotian sat down, powerless, his mind blank.
The commander of the Lem Legion is dead, the Mandala Legion has been completely wiped out, and the Three Flower Legion has suffered heavy losses. This expedition is not as simple as he thought.
"Your Majesty, the Dark Emperor has arrived."
Good fortune never comes in pairs, but misfortunes never come singly.
In Sacramento, everyone in the control room held their breath.
"Alpha's control rate is 95%, and the situation is stable." The report on Alpha's condition was delivered in a calm, even voice.
A control rate of 95%?
"Recall Alpha, activate Blue Ocean Mech Cabin."
Alpha is too big; it can only be placed in a blue ocean market.
"Yes," the man muttered. "Recall Alpha, activate the Blue Ocean mech pod. Alpha enters Sacramento, control rate 91%, Blue Ocean mech pod successfully opened."
Ji Xiaoxiao slowly exhaled. Alpha behaved well again this time. Thank God.
"Beep beep beep..." The alarm suddenly sounded in the control room.
"Alpha's control rate is dropping rapidly, reaching the remote control critical point of thirty-six percent." The man turned to look at Ji Xiaoxiao. "Star Lord, what should we do?"
The teacher from the past is still before my eyes; with Alpha's ferocity, it is enough to destroy Sacramento.
---Aside---
Thank you Jiangnan Yu for the pink vote and five-star rating!
Thank you Jiangnan Yu for the pink vote and five-star rating!
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