The appearance of these warships is certainly luxurious and beautiful.

But the power they showed was also terrifying to the Human Federation and the Wynne civilization.

Calculations based on smart computers.

In just one second, thousands of warships were sunk on both sides!

'Who are they?'

In the face of their strong play and unexplained attacks.

This question appeared in the minds of all the humans and Wynn people present.

However, they were not given much time to think about it.

A message forcibly cracked the AI protection system of the human and Wynn warships, and was instantly transmitted to each battleship.

I saw that all the screens were forcibly jumped, and a common picture began to play.

It was a guy who looked somewhat like a human male.

In terms of appearance, there is almost nothing to find fault with from a human point of view, and even the most discerning model mentor can't find anything wrong.

The only difference between the other party and humans is that their ears are more pointed than humans.

Moreover, his expression was full of blatant arrogance.

As his mouth opened slightly, a burst of words as beautiful as music played out from the screen.

[We are the sons of the ancient saints, the ruler of the galaxy, and the void soaring...... Aeldarin!]

[I, Glethese Ulanna, hereby declare that you, and your race, will enjoy the sporadic glory of our race as a race of slaves to our race. 】

[Therefore, it will be the best for you to kneel down and surrender now, otherwise you will meet our wrath......]

With the help of psionic powers, these words of Glatius were directly translated into meaning that all races could understand.

In the tone, it is all undisguised and high-minded.

It was like a command and a handout, like a king facing a lowly serf!

Just for a moment.

Countless human beings and Wynnens have been aroused in their hearts!

Even Ryan felt very annoyed in his heart.

In the history of human civilization, there has never been a situation where it has been so underestimated by foreigners.

But the responsibility and subconscious prudence of being the commander-in-chief still did not make him act rashly.

Not to mention anything else, just the means of this group of guys who claim to be the Aeldarin clan to instantly loot the signal sources of all warships and force the picture to play it is enough to attract his attention.

Of course, his ideas cannot speak for everyone.

Especially on the front line, some guys who have just escaped death.

After hearing Glachelse's words, he felt even more angry in his heart, and there was no way to endure it any longer.

As for the gap between friend and foe?

For the soldiers on the front line, it was nothing at all.

Hot head? They dare to fight anything!

Especially the number of people on their own side? This is especially true when there are far more than the other party.

With sporadic warships on both sides, several battleships opted for direct fire.

The next second? It's like it's contagious.

Almost half of the battleships present? They all chose to follow and attack.

Hundreds of millions of lasers and even physical ammunition, just like a downpour? At the same time, it swept towards the twelve Aeldarin warships.

Faced with this situation, the commanders on both sides frowned slightly? But there was no choice to stop it.

After all, they also look at those guys upset? I want to test it.

And as an being under attack, when facing these attacks, Glachese had only disdain in his eyes.

As a professional slave catcher of the Aeldarin, although it has only been a short time since it arrived in this place? But through various equipment on ships? He already had a general understanding of the level of technology and strength on the other side.

In his heart, humans and Wynnes can basically only be regarded as opponents of the primitive level, and these attacks are extremely unsightly, like child's play.

After a disdainful smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, accompanied by the fluctuations of spiritual energy in his body? The outer space of the Spirit Clan warships has been distorted? A layer of interdimensional barrier appeared silently.

All kinds of attacks that are about to come into contact with the battleship, when facing that layer of alien barriers? Directly exiled to an unknown alien space without any resistance.

Tens of seconds later.

When all the attacks cease, and the sight of both the humans and the Wynnes is in sight? It's still the Aeldarn ships that are unscathed.

From start to finish? They didn't even move their positions.

[It's time for us to attack.] 】

【Rest assured?】 I won't kill you all, after all, you're still useful. 】

With the voice of Glacyusse on the screen with a little evil taste.

The metal decks of the twelve Spirit ships were quickly opened, revealing pieces that resembled lenses.

Faced with this scene, Ryan, who is a psyker, directly felt a huge crisis!

That creepy feeling made his heart tremble.

"Hurry ......"

The next moment, without waiting for him to say anything.

Countless beams of light shot out from what resembled lenses.

At this moment, each of the twelve Aeldarin warships was more dazzling than the stars.

It was like twelve huge light sources, directly illuminating the surrounding deep starry sky.

And the starships of the humans and the Wynne, when they came into contact with the light, quickly began to melt and burn like paper products that came into contact with flames, and bursts of explosions erupted in the starry sky.

It's just a matter of seconds.

In the incredulous gazes of the commanders of both sides.

As the light faded, more than a third of the vast warship fleets of the humans and Wynnes had been lost.

Clusters of red flames erupted from time to time from the heavily damaged warships.

This cruel situation directly made their hearts cold for most of the time.

The technological gap between them and the Aeldari is almost irreparable.

However, what they didn't know was that the fleet of twelve warships in front of them was not even a combat unit within the Aydarin.

At best, it can only be regarded as a small slave hunting team formed by private individuals.

However, under the huge civilization gap, even if Glachelser is not a regular army, but just a slave trapping team, he can easily destroy human civilization and Wynne civilization.

It's like a group of hunters with shotguns and off-road vehicles, teaming up to hunt sheep.

Soon, Glachelse's announcement echoed again:

Now, I give you one last chance to surrender to me, and you will enjoy the glory of my people. 】

While saying this, Glachel, who was a little impatient in his heart, suddenly made a decision.

That is, he wants to sell all the slaves he captures in this operation to the blood servants of the Indulgence Sect.

The crazy masters of flesh and blood will teach these lowly races to learn to be humble when they witness the masters of the stars, the Aeldarns.

Instead of foolishly using your proud toys to carry out stupid attacks!

Thinking of this, Glachelse's face couldn't help but smile.

Even though he likes to torture and kill captives and make them into specimens, many times he will subconsciously fear the distorted blood pits.

His means, in the presence of those fellows, were simply gentle strokes and delicate breezes.

It was the most twisted and crazy group of the Aeldarins.

Even if it was just a name, it was like the deepest bad news, and it terrified countless slave races.

At this moment, even if I don't know his malice.

But as one of the highest-level psionic beings of the Human Federation, Ryan still felt through the smile on the screen that if he and the others surrendered, the end would probably not be very good.

After making a decision, Ryan secretly gestured to the adjutant beside him.

Soon, the adjutant nodded understandingly......