boom……

A magic mothership with a length of nearly a thousand kilometers exploded and disintegrated in the starry sky. Huge wreckage fell off the main body and slid down like a mountain peak. Countless human fighter planes flew over at high speed against the surface of the wreckage, and then sparked fire. The dense rain of bullets shot out layer by layer, splashing the armor on the surface of the wreckage, and then volleying the life capsule that was constantly ejected into a fireball.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the garden, the Speaker's face was bright and dark, and his eyes were cold. Behind him, Saar Jones walked over like a ghost and said with his head down.

"Ten minutes ago, desperate, Haster, died in battle."

The Speaker's brow thumped, and the temperature in the garden dropped sharply, as if it had entered the severe winter from autumn. Saar Jones' figure shook slightly and quickly stood firm.

"Where is the disaster?"

"I was seriously injured and returning. There were only twelve members of their team left." Saar Jones said quickly. "They met the Grand Presiding Judge."

"Heavenly Trial Team?" The Speaker raised his eyebrows and was finally moved. "How long has it been since those guys appeared?"

"They haven't appeared since the chaos," Sal Jones replied, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes. "I'm worried that we can't suppress it."

"Of course," the Speaker said, with no surprise on his face. "Although this organization has almost disappeared now, you and I know how great it has played in the great chaos. It can be said that half of the reason for Crodill's demise is in them."

"That's all the strongest among the strong, the elite among the elite. Just like our Highness."

"So despair fell." Sal Jones sighed, a little sad. "But before he died, he also used his soul to collapse, covering all the Boka people who were chasing them, and also burying the surrounding enemies."

"He did his duty."

In the garden, the speaker's eyes were clear, and through the huge floor-to-ceiling window, it seemed that he could see the glory before his death. The forbidden soul collapsed, and it was not the Boka people's **, but their beliefs. Without the heart, even those Boka people were still alive, they were just walking dead.

"He is a great guy." In the silence, the Speaker's voice sounded, as if it was a whisper, as if it was a statement. "But unfortunately, I probably don't have time to hold a funeral for him. Let this war be his funeral."

"Order the fleet to press forward, we are going to enter the second phase."

"I understand, execute the order immediately." Saar Jones said, turning around and walking out of the garden.

In the starry sky, the human fleet began to rush slowly like an endless ocean. The dense warships spread out at the Speaker's feet, with no edge at all. The war that kept lightning up in front also formed a clear boundary and continued to extend forward.

When the war reaches this point, it is no longer a simple breakthrough, but a stalemate and strangle.

Humans, Tengshe, Mocha, and ancient Titans. All civilizations belonging to this alliance are contributing their own strength. Every minute and every second, the blood of civilization is burning and swallowing a large number of resources. A small civilization with seven or eight colonial stars, all its resources cannot even last for a minute. And when the war enters the stage of meat grinder, it is the most terrifying devouring monster in the universe.

Life, warships, ordinary people, and space warriors are all a cell and a consumable that devours monsters. The fleets in front fight each other, and the civilians in the immigrant spacecraft in the rear can only pray in the darkness. No one can see anything, because even the huge warships in their eyes are tiny like dust in this battlefield.

Fires, explosions, excellent commanders guided and looked down, and the roaring of fighter planes, and the huge motherships unfolded the floodgates... They are just a corner of the battlefield, and above the battlefield, the battle between space warriors is the same, with people constantly winning and falling.

The light curtain next to the Speaker, the situation of the battle situation was refreshed at microsecond intervals, and the data also slid down like a waterfall.

The Speaker's expression was very calm. He knew that countless people were dying at this moment and countless warships disappeared. But this was all necessary. The price paid for the continuation of race and civilization. His role was to make sacrifices valuable.

Now it seems that human progress is difficult.

In the entire battle situation, the human fleet group and the Boka Husha's combined fleet are comparable, and they have a slight advantage. After all, Boka and Husha have not fought a large-scale war for a long time, so in terms of fleet warfare, humans who have been in a state of war for many years have more experience, better crews, and more cardinalities. These factors are brought together, allowing them to slowly advance and gradually divide the Boka Husha's left-behind fleet group.

This is a slow process, and it is estimated that it will take at least three days to complete the entire goal, but anyone can see that once the division is completed, the fleet of Boca and Husha will have no power to fight back. For ordinary people, humans will surely win.

The problem now is that higher wars, that is, the battles of the powerful people in the universe. Human beings are at a disadvantage...

The foundation of Boka and Yusha is too heavy. They can easily find many levels like planetary and star ranks. And the elite class, legendary figures like the Nine Kings of Broken Stars and the Seventh Hall of Broken Light, also have the same strong confrontation.

No, it is no longer suitable for confrontation, it is simply a complete counter-suppression.

After all, humans have too little time to grow up. Even if there is a large population base and many geniuses, how can they compare with old nobles like Boka Saksha? The Seven Kings and Nine Generals are indeed very strong, but their number is there. Even if they can exchange a few enemies, dozens, and hundreds of enemies alone, what's the point?

This is the final war. Even the lives of top-level powerful people are consumables!!

So the Speaker at this moment already felt that the successor of mankind was weak. What he could do was to use the war of ordinary people to take the initiative to reduce the pressure of higher wars.

It’s a pity...even the Speaker knew that it would be useless.

"After all, the upper class will decide the outcome."

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the speaker murmured in a low voice, his eyebrows getting tighter and tighter. At this time, the sound of Sal Jones' footsteps came from behind.

"Your Excellency, twelve minutes ago, Vortex (Devour) and Guanghua encountered high-end enemy forces. Kill all enemies including seven Grand Presiding Judges, twelve Grand Knights of the Temple, and 376 Arbitrators. Our side..."

Speaking of this, Saar Jones suddenly stopped, seemingly a little shocked.

"How are they?" the Speaker asked softly, his voice still calm.

Behind him, Sal Jones was silent for a while, and finally replied in a deep voice. "Verm, Guanghua, died in battle. Follow the team, the entire army was wiped out."

Bang!
Chapter completed!