For Hengtian, the destructive power of starships is far beyond the reach of mechas!
If we must make a comparison, the destructive power of a Hengtian starship on the enemy fleet is comparable to that of ten Hengtian mecha divisions!
Although they did not explicitly state the purpose of their visit to Aotianxing, they all knew in their hearts what their leader's purpose was.
They mobilized almost all of Lingyun Star's top combat forces, and their purpose was obvious: to send their ships towards Aotian!
They just waited for Xixili and Wells to be defeated, and when Aotianxing was seriously injured, they could strike a victory with one blow and end the decades-long rivalry between the two heroes.
Completely take control of the Star Alliance!
But now... the strength of the Chinese fleet has made them nervous. If they really fight to the bitter end with Aotianxing, who will be the last one to reap the spoils?
"Lin Feifan, Lin Yuexing, you two, and Feng Ao, bring the thirty Xingyun commanders with me, and the rest of you will stay in the Lingyun." Link thought for a moment and finally decided to bring only the three strongest Hengtian mecha divisions and thirty Xingyun mecha divisions from their Lingyun Star to the Aotian Star Port.
The three people named immediately agreed, then instructed Link about the arrangements, and then looked at each other helplessly.
They knew that Link was hesitating. According to their original plan, they were going to take away all their strength in order to launch a thundering attack.
But now...because of the appearance of the Chinese fleet, Link dared not take a gamble anymore.
I decided to wait and see what the Chinese fleet’s position is first.
Soon, under Link's leadership, everyone on Lingyun Star left the Lingyun and arrived at the star port.
"Chief Link, long time no see." It was naturally Charles who greeted them. Although he still deliberately kept his voice mechanical this time, a hint of provocation flashed in his eyes.
It was just a fleeting look, like an instinctive reflex.
This was the third time Link and Charles had met. He didn't have a deep impression of Charles. He only knew that he was a martial arts fanatic in the terms before the interstellar era?
He only wants to improve his own strength and doesn't care about anything else.
The previous few meetings were just because of a conflict that occurred and Hengtian appeared on the scene to confront each other.
Link was somewhat surprised that someone like Char would show up to greet him, so he didn't notice his fleeting provocation. He put his hands behind his back, looking superior. "I wonder when Deputy Chief Char will do something like this."
"It seems like you guys on Aotian Star are truly deserted. And what about the Welsh people?! They didn't even come out to greet the distinguished guests. Is this how Aotian Star treats guests?"
Charles finally understood why Wells had asked him to come...
He probably just wanted to see Link being so angry but unable to do anything but gain the upper hand verbally.
Although Wells was not a good person, Charles was still somewhat grateful to him in this matter.
If he didn't let me come, how could I have seen such an interesting scene?
Gathering his thoughts and pretending to be calm, Charles replied mechanically, "The leader is completely consumed with the Xixili incident and truly cannot spare the time to greet you all. He has no choice but to ask me to come. If, in order to welcome you, the villain from Xixili escapes, I'm afraid you wouldn't want to see that happen, would you?"
Upon hearing this, Link glanced at him and said nothing more. At this point, if he continued to pursue the matter, it would make Lingyun Star seem a little aggressive.
"Hmph!" After a cold snort, Link ignored Charles and continued walking towards the residence arranged by Ao Tianxing in the distance.
Lin Feifan, Lin Yuexing, Feng Ao and the other two beside him nodded to Charles and left. As for the meteorite mecha masters, they were not qualified and did not dare to talk to Charles!
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