Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Both the Federation and the Empire, when those two devastating meteor showers shook out the brightest light, seemed to directly bombard the pupils and cerebral cortex of the warriors on both sides, inflicting unparalleled stimuli.

It took a lot of work to dig up from the ruins of the floods and use the precious resources of an entire and even thousands of worlds to repair them. More expensive than a superstarship, the giant warrior burst under the bang of a bell, turning into the most expensive star debris in the entire universe.

A powerful scene plunged both communication channels into instant silence, followed by a wave of screaming and screaming.

Imperial Army communication channels are filled with moaning and screaming, while Federal Army communication channels are filled with whispering:

“God of War! Our god of war! Dragon King! ”

In the struggle just now, the Confederate army nearly 3,000 crystalline armor units fell into a bitter battle. After a few moments in and out, nearly 1,000 were turned into cold wreckage. Morale had just been enthralled by fatigue and inspired by the astonishing performance of Timbell. Each Confederate armorer seemed to be an indestructible Ironman, reforming the flag drum, launching an unprecedented battle against the weakest and most chaotic part of the Black Wind fleet!

“Phew... Phew... Phew...”

Ding Bell also heard a call from the communication channel, but she couldn't respond.

The control interface is brimming with an intense burst of ink, indicating that the performance parameters of the Great Flaming Dragonfly are slipping fast.

That three-headed, six-armed giant soldier, after all, is not the second-rate level she encountered in the Firefly Battle 10 years ago, but the real superstar.

The cost of a gorgeous kill is the severe loss of the Big Flaming Dragonfly, as well as the pain of deep embedding in one's brain, such as the burning and chopping of a high-heat battle axe.

“Didi Didi Didi! ”

Three more Imperial Giant Gods came at her like crazy, and it seemed that they had all identified themselves as "Federation gods of war" and were anxious to recover their impudent morale.

And each of his own bundles of nerves seemed to be a trigger cord that sounded, burning explosive forces deep into his brain.

So... how about that?

It's not the first time I've ever experienced anything like this, is it?

From the beginning on Skeletal Dragon Star, Li Yao and Skeletal Dragon Demon belonged together and were transferred to the distant side; then he practiced alone in the depths of the wilderness, alone in the tide of worm beasts, killed by hand enemies; then Li Yao on the ruins of Kunlun, and the resurrected Pangu race to fight; then to his adventure in the underworld and the heavenly ring world, countless times of nine lifetimes, the exciting adventure, they all persisted, for this day, is for that promise.

“Li Yao...”

In the face of three fierce Imperial giant soldiers, Dingbell in the body of the steel giant, revealed a moving and even "gentle” smile, such a gentle smile, she has never shown in front of the outside world, at this moment, what federal god of war and the Red Flame Dragon King have all disappeared, some, just an ordinary woman and wife.

Dingling whispered, "You will definitely come back, and I, will definitely wait for you to come back! ”

“Boom!”

The Big Flaming Dragonfly is once again soaring with some dim flames of light, nine furious dragons soaring over the galaxy, like a unique, single-minded torch, the brightest lighthouse in the universe!

The three Imperial Giant Divine Soldiers had already swept in front of Ding Bell, and suddenly fell behind, seemingly hesitating, and then retreated.

Just as they retreated, a bunch of dark blue columns swept across to protect Ding Bell.

New changes have taken place in the battlefield of the Black Wind Fleet, and they are anxious to get rid of the Federation Giant Divine Soldiers and the Crystal Armor Assault Squad, assembling into a formidable formation even if they lose dozens of starships.

Ding Zheng slightly flashed, instantly understood, without looking back, from the crystal brain screen saw the light of countless star points, formed a neat rectangular battle array, rushed into the battlefield at high speed.

“Finally! ”

Ding Bell couldn't help but scream on the communication channel, and there were countless roars of war with her.

Elite and finally arrived, the battle to determine the future of the Federation at the star sea reached its peak.

Likewise, the original fleet fired several stages stronger than the earliest Uranus fleet to intercept the Black Wind fleet. Under the life-forgetting and relentless entanglement of the friendly quarters, they were able to pour the strongest firepower from the formation and lockout to the slightly scattered Black Wind fleet in the first second.

The flames of heaven and fire are playing the strongest sound of the destruction movement!

In terms of paper combat power, the Black Wind fleet is still above the sum of many Federation fleets at this time.

But they didn't expect the Great White Fleet to suddenly come out of the slash, not to mention the fact that the Great White Fleet was so difficult to haunt, the game fell into the rhythm of the Great White Fleet and even the Confederate Army.

The Great White Fleet, coupled with the penetration and harassment of the Giant Soldier Commandos, left them without a standard defensive formation when the original fleet arrived, let alone an important target for the original fleet.

The first round came down, and both sides suffered equally heavy losses.

But the original fleet was already ready, and the rigorous formation was intact, and once a starship was destroyed, a second one was replenished to ensure the accuracy and continuity of the fire; the Black Wind fleet became more and more chaotic, and many of the starships were separated by enemy fire, especially the Great White Fleet and the Giant Divine Commandos, which were still plugged through their interior, and the suckers destroyed one defenseless torch after another.

This war is so ugly.

Above the bridge of the Black Whirlpool, immersed in neural interactive fluid, the soul and the master control crystal brain blend highly, constantly swallowing the night light of massive information on the battlefield - the heart burning!

War, that's not how it works.

Even if both sides consume the same amount, the other side's three gates of the sky are merely paralysed, with the possibility of repairing them in minutes and calling for additional reinforcements.

And the torch on my side is destroyed one by one, and soon it will reach a critical point, which is not enough to assemble into a standard gate!

Without the stargate, there would be no reinforcements, even if all the enemies in the face were destroyed, could we use the remaining force at hand to storm the "Tian Yuan Iron Wall” and raid the surface of Tian Yuan star? The Federation's Star Wars Fortress and the defenses in the atmosphere are not vegetarian!

The commander of the original fleet was also very aware of this, and he poured 80% of his fire towards the torch troops on his side, forcing his main force to “fight the fire" one at a time out of the ugliest formation, leaving him empty of powerful paper power, but bound himself to the edge, which was really boring.

Not to mention, there are giant gods, giant gods that cannot be bought with money, have already damaged several units, one was even blown alive by the "Federation god of war, the Red Flame Dragon King”, and not a trace of recyclable debris remains.

When I think back to that scene, the night is like a knife hanging from my heart.

War is a continuation of politics. Dark wind men come all the way here to rob the land for food, but if even a handful of giant soldiers are to be damaged by half, even wiping out the entire Federation will not be enough to make up for such losses!

In a state of desperation, the souls of the night are hidden in signs of depletion.

It is also necessary to precisely control the number of remaining torches, calculate new formation changes in the fleet, deduce the next stage of battle progress, and decide on the number of strikes to be made by the Crystal Armor, as well as the timing of a lonely throw - forgiveness is far beyond the limit of the calculation power of his divine rank, causing a tremendous wave of terror in his mind, with one brain cell bursting like a soap bubble in the sun.

Until this very moment, the night is still firmly convinced of the triumph of the Empire.

Because he still has the last cards unused - the Dom Empire Expeditionary Army, which assembles five elite Black Wind fleets from the Great Thousand Worlds, naturally carries more than ten giant warriors.

But think about how the rest of the Giant Gods can be used. These treasure goosebumps are not random cannon ashes.

The night is turning mindfully, weaving a seamless trap, trying to lure the flagship of the original fleet, the Original, with the remaining giant soldiers, to defeat the Federation's flagship!

But...

There was also a thorn, a hidden pain deep in his brain.

He came to the Federation 100 years ago to fix fairies in the Empire, Su Changfa.

The Black Wind fleet has come to such a nasty state, the surprise surprise attack of the Great White Fleet is of course one side, but ultimately, it is because he believes in the bullshit of Su Chang Hair!

It is precisely because Su Changfa sent a large amount of vital federal intelligence through the Spiritual Network, claiming that he could completely paralyse the Federation's stargate and entire network in the celestial realm, and also showing him some unquestionable “evidence” that he would develop such a high-risk raid plan.

But now it seems that Su Chang Hai can only believe half of what he said - he did paralyze the Federation's spiritual net, but it was far less devastating than he thought, not only didn't completely disrupt the Great White Fleet, but even the bloody original fleet recovered so quickly!

Bastard, according to the plan and the development of Soo Chang, it should be possible to paralyze the defense system of the original fleet, the Great White Fleet and even Uranus for at least 24 hours!

Now, the Great White Fleet, unaffected by the paralysis of the spiritual net, even a little unknown to the prophet, knew their tactics long ago, and thus plunged his soft ribs.

The original fleet, though successful, recovered completely after only two or three hours of chaos.

This makes the Black Wind Fleet a little cocoon-bound.

Is it true that Su Chang spoke up and overestimated his abilities, or... he betrayed the Empire long ago and surrendered completely to the Federation, which is all a trap?

Thinking of this place, a lightning bolt of trembling chestnuts swept over the dark brain cortex, reminiscent of the “contact person" still locked in the depths of the Black Whirlpool, Su Changhaired's fax disciple, Lu Qingdu!