Although the main warships of the Dark Spirit Clan have sufficient counter-hopping and troops, the actual situation is still very bad, because the Plague Legion has an absolute advantage in military strength. Once the Dark Spirit Clan warships are jumped, more demons will appear immediately. Therefore, the defenders on the main warships are beaten to no avail, and the bridges of two battleships have been broken.
But Wall Cranther was still confident in controlling the situation. He soon noticed that the enemy ship Zhongyan and its subordinate formation were separated from the Plague Fleet at a certain distance, so he ordered:
"Tell the group of pigs in the fallen moon! Let them ignore the others and concentrate their efforts to kill the Final One first!"
Although they are mortal enemies of the Day of Death, now everyone is on the same boat, and the consul of the Falling Moon still pinched his nose and implemented the plan.
The final formation that left the team was immediately approached with the number of two battleships and dozens of cruisers, and intended to annihilate the opponent with a numerical advantage.
The Zhongyan No. 1 was not showing any weakness, and led the formation to exchange fire with the formation of the Falling Moon. Both sides went back and forth, shooting and each captured several kills, but it was obvious that the Dark Spirit clan had better firepower.
However, an accident still occurred. The Falling Moon Conspiracy Group had always had the habit of retreating and repairing the warships after being damaged, so many injured warships withdrew from the battle sequence, which led to much more actual reductions in the number of warships than those destroyed.
What's worse is that the Zhongyan formation suddenly came a collective assault, breaking through the battle line of the Fallen Moon Fleet regardless of casualties, causing the fleet to fall into chaos in its entirety.
Perhaps it was because in order to preserve its strength, the Falling Moon Conspiracy Group began to retreat collectively, which completely exposed one side of the Comoros coalition.
So while leaving some ships to monitor Fallen Moon, Typhonse led the flagship and remaining combat power to the Central Fleet to assist the Primrose. Originally, Wall Cranther planned to separate the Perseverance from other main ships, and then use the flagship's powerful long-range weapons to injure or even destroy it. However, the unexpected situation of Fallen Moon being repelled made this idea impossible to implement. At the same time, the main force of the Plague Fleet had forced the conspiracy group to disperse the formation by relying on heavy armor. Wall Cranther knew the weakness of the coalition forces. Once everyone was separated, they would have many small thoughts, and some guys would even choose to escape.
This is also the biggest weakness of the Comoros coalition. Despite its firepower advantages, no one is really willing to bear casualties. Once the warship is damaged more seriously, it will immediately withdraw from the battle.
In contrast, the plague fleet, from battleships to frigates, each of them fought to death without retreating. Each of them attacked the formation of the spirit clan with the courage to die. As one went up and down, the combat effectiveness of the Comoros coalition dropped rapidly.
Once a chain of escape reactions occurred, the small battleships were fine, but their battleships were not so easy to run. Therefore, Wall Cranther suppressed his anger and first sent a telephone to appease the fleet of the Fallen Moon, allowing them to work hard to entangle the flanks of the Plague Fleet. On the other hand, they kept asking various conspiracy groups to move closer to themselves.
However, the large number of jumping troops and demons invaded, which made the process very difficult, and the situation began to turn to the side that favored the plague fleet.
Just as the battle between the two sides was in a state of anxiety, the edge of the network suddenly crackled and accompanied by electric light flashes - this is not the white lightning common in summer storms, but the dazzling huge purple lightning.
The purple light spreads rapidly along the edge of the battlefield like shining crystal.
Suddenly, a huge lightning roared directly into the air and rushed into the military force of the plague fleet. Then the explosion roared, blowing the side of the Perseverance into pieces and shattering the bacteria on it.
"Um?"
Motarian, who had been staring at the battle situation, felt the tremor of the warship and frowned.
"Intelligence Officer."
"The primordial, there are huge energy readings."
"I want to know what it is."
Soon, the Demon Primros knew the answer.
The sticky eyeball display shows an enlarged view of the hull that appears in the network. Each starts from a different angle, and each displays only the miracle creation.
Motarian narrowed his eyes, and the magnificent ark world seemed to be right in front of him.
It was a big monster of dozens of kilometers, which was easy to see even at such a distance. The huge spiritual bones were deconstructed in all directions, with hundreds of smaller spacecraft and fighter planes following it or clustering around its docking spire. When the distance continued to shrink, the real hugeness of this World Ship was even more conspicuous. It filled every screen, and its elegant surface was covered with hundreds of bubble-shaped domes, each of which could be a city, or a clever ecosystem designed to imitate the environment of those worlds that the Eldar once called home.
Even at the heyday of the Legion, Motarian would doubt whether he could gather his forces to conquer such a majestic thing, and he heard that his brother who was addicted to pleasure had done it.
The more intense battles opened with light and rage, but they were lacking in sound.
The light spear cannon on the bow projected a blazing flame arrow, and the unexpected ships were torn apart and allowed to swell and burn themselves. The ark fleet rushed towards the prey with a standard double-wing formation.
The elegant Elves fighters met in an unmanned world between large ships, and launched a slow and solemn duel in the depths of a scorching sea of death. The collision sound of frigates echoed in silence, mixed with the cruiser's death screams when the engine overload and the collapse of the void shield.
As the reactor entered a critical state, when the small ship was destroyed, the injured ship struggled to fall, drifting away towards the endless darkness of the network and the other side.
From beginning to end, the Ark World did not directly participate in the battle. It was like a giant cosmic snake wandering on the edge of the battlefield.
The warriors from the Ark world also appeared.
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Looking at the black figures landing in battleships in small aircraft, Wall Cranther could be said to be quite surprised.
The armor of those warriors was like gorgeous statues of obsidian, each wearing a mask of woven vines, holding sharp swords and star dart guns, and was covered with purple lightning.
There are also warriors wearing layered dark green armor. They flexibly pass through the warships, chain saw swords cutting in the humming, and star dart guns crackling. They are assault scorpions, tribe warriors who believe in Kane and follow the teachings of coward Kalandras, and are also cousins of the ark who are close to the minority of the dark elves of Comoros.
As soon as these figures entered the warship, they began to rush left and right in the army of the plague warriors, hammered the demons into a medium that emitted evil green light, or knocked the plague warriors to the ground.
The sudden appearance of the Ark World gave Wall Cranther the opportunity to change the situation. He immediately tried to contact the other party's commander excitedly, but only received a cold response.
"You should retreat."
"Why!"
What Wall Cranther had the most annoying thing about his life was these cousins who spoke riddles every day. Generally speaking, he would rather cut off his tongue, but today he had to listen to his explanation patiently.
"I hope you will never know the answer."
"What?"
"You just need to know that the tragic death you just witnessed is insignificant compared to the nightmare that is about to be released."
Perhaps in response to the ark prophets' statement, the ether Fortress, which had been crippled before, suddenly sounded a dull whisper that everyone could hear.
Then, a huge green vortex rose from the fortress, and countless demons were forming in the vortex.
Wall Cranther narrowed her eyes and her tone shook a little.
"The big demon...they summoned a big demon."
Obviously, the Ark World does not intend to fight the devil here, so the remaining Comoros fleet seems to be ineffective.
Realizing that the attack failed, Wall Cranther made up his mind.