Eastern Coronal Star Cluster, Whale Galaxy.
The most intense battlefield on the entire Eastern Front is here. Millions of warships are bombarding each other in the galaxy. The brilliant stream of light particles explodes into fireworks, illuminating the dark void.
The intensity of this war far exceeded that of the Heavenly Mother Sect's invasion of various Ji galaxies. Countless stars had been shattered, and the originally very wealthy galaxies were almost turned into barren land.
Satellite City No. 34.
"When will this day end!" Old Xue slumped on the console, feeling a splitting headache.
This is a sign of excessive mental consumption. Lao Xue is a fourth-level Evolution cultivator. He is also considered a middle-to-high class in interstellar society. His job is to control the Hummingbird-type tooling spacecraft and maintain damaged battleships.
Although this logistics work is not as risky as the front line, it is more trivial and hard work, with no rest.
As the war progressed, the entire Xinghuan logistics system was put to a great test and entered overload mode early.
Lao Xue has not slept for three months and has not meditated to recover. After all his mana and spirit are used up, he must be quickly replenished with nutrient solution.
Although it can indeed be restored, in the long run, it will inevitably cause irreversible damage to the soul.
But there was nothing he could do. There were too many warships sent in need of repair every day. Even if they repaired them day and night, they would never be finished.
Another repairman, Qin Xiao, was controlling a work-suited spacecraft to scan a planet-class warship, and said casually: "The number of scrapped warships has been rising in recent days. The frontline war should have reached its climax. After this period, , there should be a chance for a short rest."
Lao Xue sighed and said: "That's why the frontline soldiers can have more rest, but our logistics will be even more tired."
"That's better than going to the front line and dying. I heard that the northwest area of the Third Cantilever has turned into a cosmic cemetery. The entire northwest column, including Commander Yangshen, died there. We are doing the logistics If you don't take risks and don't die, that's pretty good. Just be more tired."
Lao Xue also nodded, agreed with this point of view, stuffed the nutrient solution in his hand into his mouth, and started working again.
As he said, based on the scrapped warships, the casualty rate in the entire Whale Battlefield has reached 70%, almost to the point where as many warships are invested as they are destroyed.
After this climactic battle, both sides will inevitably take a break. Even a large conglomerate like Xinghuan cannot bear such losses.
The two chatted some more and resumed their work.
At this moment, a sharp and harsh sound suddenly came from the entire satellite city.
Both Lao Xue and Qin Xiao slowly showed doubts in their eyes. This is the rear area of the battlefield. How could the enemy attack here? Could it be that the front line has been defeated?
Just when the two of them followed the training instructions and quickly entered a state of combat readiness.
A thick beam of light traveled millions of miles from beyond the visible line of sight to the naked eye, and accurately hit the satellite city's defenses.
The light blue shield was directly penetrated, the particle stream blasted through, and the dazzling light of the sun lit up. The huge mountain-like fortification expanded and exploded from the inside out, and instantly disintegrated, turning into pieces of floating cosmic garbage.
The entire satellite city instantly changed into a defensive posture, and the star-ring-like steel structure unfolded, opening a huge energy shield.
One by one, frigates flashed and jumped into the void, and a huge fleet was assembled in an instant.
Satellite City No. 32, as an important rest and logistics base, naturally has good military equipment, and more importantly, there is a legion here that is about to go to the front line to rest and recuperate.
In the vast fleet, the largest main ship is guarded in the middle, surrounded by thousands of slightly smaller frigates.
And the traces of the enemy gradually emerged. It was also a huge fleet, but there were no huge ones among them, they were all light starships.
"No wonder it was able to penetrate the defense line. It turned out to be just a guerrilla." Guangmao Zhenren, the person in charge of the satellite city, finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the scale of the opposite side.
Only this small fleet can bypass the defensive positions built by Xinghuan and reach the rear of the battlefield.
"It's a good idea to penetrate behind and attack the enemy's belly, but it is too naive to try to break through our army's defense line with just a small team of surprise soldiers." Guangmao said slowly while looking at the front battlefield.
Seeing that the number of battleships on the opposite side was only a thousand, and there were no main ships of the level of one-shot star annihilation, they could only do some inconsequential harassment.
If you want to break through the defense of Satellite City No. 32, you will need at least a Yuan Shen level main ship. However, both Xing Huan and the Khorne Sect have few Yuan Shen True Immortals, and they are both on mutual alert. It is impossible for anyone to find them. If there is a chance, sneak into such a hinterland.
Following Master Guangmao's order, countless bright high-energy lights, dragging interstellar missiles with brilliant tail flames, focused their fire on the fleet ahead like a wave.
The attacks were continuous, with no blind spots, achieving complete coverage of firepower.
Master Guangmao is not afraid of waste. All he wants is a volley to directly annihilate the team in front of him.
The semicircular shield was shaken by the fierce gunfire, and endless explosions exploded in the starry sky.
In the first round of attacks, the gray fleet group of the Khorne sect barely resisted, but anyone with a discerning eye knew that this was just the end of the war.
Just when Master Guangmao wanted to continue his efforts, the opponent's fleet suddenly broke into pieces and surrounded the satellite city like locusts.
Seeing this scene, Master Guangmao not only did not panic, but actually laughed out loud. If the other party worked together to break the boat, there would be a one-in-a-ten thousand chance of breaking through the satellite city.
But the other party actually took the initiative to disperse the guerrillas. Those small starships alone might not even be able to break through the protective shield.
So he quickly ordered the warships in the satellite city to disperse and pursue and intercept the enemy ships.
Due to their numerical advantage, almost every enemy ship has to face the pursuit of three Star World battleships.
Seeing the enemy ships being detonated one after another without any damage to our own troops, Guangmao felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart.
"It seems that the situation on the frontline battlefield should be good. The pressure on the Khorne sect must be considerable, otherwise how could Meng Lang make such a decision."
Just when Master Guangmao was feeling complacent, a Xinghuan battleship not far away suddenly exploded into a cloud of fireworks.
"With one against three, there are still gains. It seems that there are experts on the opposite side?" Master Guangmao's tone was casual, and he didn't take this little accident to heart at all.
Xinghuan's fleet has divided the battlefield, and each place is a battle of advantages. Even if the opponent is somewhat capable and destroys one or two battleships, it will not help, and will only fall into siege again.
The Xinghuan battleships in the battlefield obviously noticed this, and the three battleships turned around and surrounded him.
"Let me see what you're capable of!" Looking at the moving black battleship, Guangmao felt like he was playing cat and mouse.
But before he could enjoy that sense of superiority, several fireworks exploded one after another, and four battleships were exploded at the same time.
"what's the situation?"
Before he could finish his words of surprise, a meteor-like light broke through the smoke and headed straight for the satellite city.
"A...a mecha?"
Master Guangmao is also a great monk in the Yangshen Realm, so he naturally knows... Anyone who dares to control a mecha to participate in the battle on the galaxy battlefield where the battleships are raining, with the tip of the sword dancing, is undoubtedly a strong man!
He did not dare to be careless at all. His soul and AI were combined, and all the armed fortifications in the entire satellite city were instantly controlled, aiming at the oncoming black mecha.
Tens of thousands of small armed satellites emitted high-energy beams... Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Roentgen rays, countless rays of light converged together, like a churning river.
At the same time, there are countless high-energy missiles controlled by AI, hidden in the long river, like yellow sand and gravels. When the two meet, it is really like the Yellow River rolling back and the sea of sand churning.
This is where Guangmao Zhenren’s confidence lies, the invincible formation supporting the satellite city... the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation!
The laser becomes the river, and the missile becomes the sand. If you fall into it, you will be subject to continuous chain explosions until the five qi dissipate, the three flowers wither, and both body and soul are destroyed!
Of course, this formation is just a castrated and low-end version of the mysterious formation, but even so, it is enough to defend the satellite city watertight!
"Sink and then be destroyed!" Master Guangmao said coldly in his heart as he looked at the black mecha swallowed by the Yellow River.
But the expected destruction did not happen. Even though the mecha was trapped in the Yellow River, it was like a small boat in a violent storm, battered and ravaged, but it still stood firm.
And going against the wind and waves, getting closer and closer!
"How can it be?"
Master Guangmao looked at the center of the formation in disbelief. The mecha was actually moving more and more smoothly, avoiding every missile by coincidence, and did not appear to be in danger at all.
Seeing the black mecha flying faster and closer, Guangmao felt a little anxious and quickly dispatched battleships to prepare for defense.
But at this moment, it is no longer Star World encircling and suppressing Khorne, but Khorne's black battleship, which seems to be dying, just hoping to delay it for a moment!
"I'm trying to make up for it now, but it's too late!"
The black mecha bumped left and right, finally getting rid of the AI's tracking, and stood in front of the satellite city.
A voice sounded from the wide area communicator.
"Did you enjoy the beating? It's my turn!"
Master Guangmao looked at the mecha standing in space with a horrified face, "Yuan...Yuan Shen!"
The huge battleship sword crossed across and cut out a pure black and deep sword energy. With one blow, the entire satellite city was instantly paralyzed, all energy was extinguished, and all information was cut off!
Even the underlying logic of the AI that assists in controlling the satellite city is constantly collapsing and reconstructing.
The dark energy radiation knife based on the magical power of the heaven and human realm... split the void!
The sword energy stretches across the sky and cuts across thousands of miles.
Wherever the radiation reaches, it is the domain of heaven and man!
