"It turns out that the number of defensive fleets in this galaxy is so much larger than expected..."
At this time, Typhonse finally knew that the intelligence he received was extremely low. The fleet led by the massacre-class cruiser Cesarean intercepted a defense fleet, and he thought it was already the main force of the galaxy defense fleet, but in fact they were just a cover, with less than fifty warships. The main force of the real defense fleet had already gone around the side of the plague fleet when Typhonse placed his attention front to the Avesta.
"Motarian is a stupid pig, and his sons will only be stupider than him."
In the empty bridge, Elena's contemptuous voice echoed between the dome and the railings, and in the observation window that opened in front, the plague fleet seemed to be turning clumsyly.
"Your Majesty, is he leaving?"
Also on the bridge of the Avesta, but the decorations around were more luxurious. The people and warriors who could see the passing were visible. A giant wearing red and black armor and robe sat on the throne with a look of melancholy, while a very petite figure walked up to him carefully. She was wearing a well-cut skirt-style armor, and her long black hair was woven into braids hidden under the translucent white gauze scarf.
Hearing the people around him speak, the giant turned his head slightly, and a smile squeezed out from his handsome face. His short black beard made him look a little haggard.
"Just leaving."
"Is it...what happened?"
"Ah, nothing is wrong."
Xerxes turned to look at the observation window. Around the broken green-skinned battle planet, a fleet marked by the Fourteenth Legion was gathering and preparing to leave.
"Just a little uneasy."
"disturbed?"
"My brother, I don't know what he hates, what happened to Barbarus..."
"I think that Lord Motarian is quite... normal? Although it is a bit gloomy, it is much calmer than that Lord Rimanruz."
"It's different. Ruth is just irritable, but Motarian is not angry. Anger is the shavings of wood laid by the carpenter. The fire is a little, and it burns very hard when it blows, but it is extinguished in a moment. But Motarian's hatred is like charcoal fire. In winter, it puts a little charcoal in the ash. The charcoal fire is very small, but it takes a long time and can't be extinguished... And his view of the world is obviously penetrated into a strange horn, just like a fish swimming in the water, but he wants to prove that the water does not exist."
As he said that, Xerxes shook his head.
"I'm worried that he will cause a big disaster in the future."
Withdrawing from memory, Elena stared at the projection of the rotation of the finale on the screen.
"I heard that this ship has been rampant in the Milky Way for tens of thousands of years, so today is its true end..."
"hostess!"
But Mu Hu's voice suddenly came, and then several screens lit up, and a blurry picture could be seen from it. One of the tens of thousands of surveillance stations in the galaxy could see a fleet of like arrows off the string, which was rapidly rushing into the distance.
"A fleet suddenly emerged, they were not many, but they were very fast."
Soon, more shots appeared, and those warship shells with exaggerated sculptures and inlaid with a large amount of gold all had a number - 3.
"Third Legion."
Elena narrowed her eyes and her expression became serious.
"I expected them to intervene, but I didn't expect... they must have used some means to cover themselves, and chose several fastest strike cruisers, with the target directed to Nesson 4. Do they want to attack the planet with a few warships? Well... No, Mu Hu, sending a signal to Wanbian Jisi. The enemy's target is orbital facilities. They must have planned to capture the orbital defense facilities and aim it at the battle group monastery fortress on the ground, so that Wanbian Jisi must find a way to stop the Third Legion's battleship."
Just as she was considering whether she was going to leave, the battleship's observation window flashed a few times. It was an attack from other directions. Elena just glanced at it and saw the attacker.
Another fleet of the Third Legion was the main force of two battleships and six cruisers.
Their hulls are flickered with inlaid gems and decorative gold plating, spreading like cancer on their surface, while others have obvious wear and tear, barely showing strong gold spirits, proudly showing the pressure they have been under enemy fire, and some have traces of claw scratching, where their Geller force field has failed or been weakened, and also traces left by indescribable creatures in the subspace on the hull, as if they were scars left on the body.
There are even many ships decorated with human corpses on the outside, and those corpses are frozen in the embrace of the void.
"Do you want to hold me back? Then come on..."
Elena's fingers tapped the handrail of the throne and then said softly:
"Mu Hu, has that signal been sent?"
"It was sent out five minutes ago!"
"Okay, then, let's continue this dance of death..."
"Hurry up, hurry up... hurry up!"
On the bridge of the ship, Lucius looked at the approaching Nesson IV, and even his attention and emotions gradually left his mind. When the planet's defense system fired fiercely at the ship, causing sparks to splash around the bridge and shaking, he felt that his perception was becoming dull, dark and boring.
The Immortal One flirted with his long hair that was once shiny—now they were sparse and sticky, forming strands, and then stroked his face with his hands. His scarred and fragile and dry skin tightened on his sunken cheeks, confirming that he was far from the perfection he had been pursuing.
Until now, Fabius's words were still echoing in his mind.
"If you don't defeat that person, you may always be incomplete. I can only erase some of your former pride, otherwise you will never stand up."
He was angry at Fabius's private action, but he also knew that there was no Fabius, and he might still be enjoying the object covered by a veil or being recreated by it... He didn't remember what it was.
He didn't even remember what he was defeated, but he only remembered what he wanted to defeat, and that thing, that thing...
"Master, the Chief Lord Commander hopes that we will be ready for the Jump Gang within three minutes. The enemy's defensive firepower is fierce, so we must launch the Jump Gang torpedo within ten seconds of passing the high orbit. He will lead us to glory."
Hearing this sentence, Lucius laughed despicablely, and Adolon put the fleet in a position to command and insisted on doing this "dirty work", which shows how strong this man's desire to seize merits is.
Chapter completed!