For the war that took place in the capital of the United States, basically all countries are paying attention, and at this time many countries are still at night, except for those who never pay attention to these, basically everyone is in front of the TV or the computer.

It's a pity, I don't know if it's because the United States is worried about affecting their powerful image, or if those aliens from the Star Dream Empire who don't know where none of them will broadcast the process of the war to the outside world.

And those media who want to get first-hand information swore at the beginning that they would broadcast this matter live, but now dozens of seconds have passed at nine o'clock in the morning on November 1, Washington time, and there is no report on the Internet or various media.

All of Washington's foreign communications were cut off.

No one except those in Washington, D.C., knew exactly what was going on.

This area is blocked by the Dream Group and the Atlanteans behind the United States!

Both sides have a very tacit understanding on this matter. As for how to deal with it later, it is not an important matter at all. In a war, either one side kills the other, or the two sides are equal in strength, and negotiations begin after the battle, and if the result of the negotiations is not satisfactory, then let's start fighting again.

The Dream Group, represented by Yun Kai, had never had the idea of negotiating with the Mi people and the Atlantean half-race behind them; And the Atlantean half-breed also didn't have such thoughts, after all, those pure-bloods who had never treated them as human beings had taken refuge in these Star Dream Empires.

The two sides have long been at odds.

After all, from the beginning of supporting the rebels, this contradiction between the two sides has reached an irreconcilable stage. Unless one conquers the other.

And in Fisdel's heart, if it weren't for these people from the Star Dream Empire, it would have been an easy thing for them to kill the pureblood led by Kamath. These pure-bloods were under the guidance of the prophet Alice, who had never appeared in front of non-pure-bloods, and I don't know if it was a concoction of the Wise Presbyterian Church. A base was established in South Africa decades ago on the surface of the earth, but this production capacity is not too large.

According to the laws of the universe, to conquer these primitive natives born on Earth, it is necessary to wait for them to enter the space age.

The earthlings have always been stuck in this regard, and Kamath, who has no way to interfere with the development process of these primitive natives, can only wait. And these mixed races are different, they were originally born on the earth. They can also be considered the indigenous inhabitants of the earth.

So, there is no problem with controlling the country to carry out their great national rise. The United States has the largest manufacturing capacity in the world, and they have the ability to allow the United States to enter the initial era of cosmic immigration, and the combination of the two sides is inevitable.

Powerful people, naturally, cannot be enslaved by another civilization again when they have just escaped their oppressed status.

However, the more than sixty mechs that remained under Powellst's command pounced on the flying machines in the sky that were constantly emitting columns of energy light to attack them, and killed six opponents again during the siege. When he didn't lose a single mecha, those things that appeared in the sky completely made Sfidel's heart sink to the bottom!

Mecha!

The other party actually sent nine space mecha with the same appearance as the warrior mecha!

And the speed and performance of these mecha are obviously not comparable to their warrior space mechas, which are basically not controlled by many people. Perhaps in order to let them see the process of the war clearly, the other side has not taken action against the geostationary orbiting satellites floating in space......

"All mechs, move closer to me......" Before the mechs who looked like they were wearing flame cloaks because of the friction with the air, Powellst, who was the commander of the mechas, issued an order in a cold voice to let the mechs that were encircling and suppressing the only seven planes left in space move closer to him.

In Atlantis City, mecha battle tournaments used to be held. But it's all friendship, just mecha fighting.

But now there is a war on both sides.

The other party came the warrior space mech of the Sluka Mecha Guardian that was captured from them. The performance of these mechs is much higher than that of the jazz mechs they wield. Under normal circumstances, a Warrior mech can fight against more than ten Jazz Mechas, and this is because the Warrior is not equipped with those powerful particle cannons and other super weapons used in space battlefields.

And now, although they have added long-range weapons such as laser cannons and laser sniper rifles, there is no way to break through the defensive shields of these warrior mechs......

"Powellst, go for it. These mechs of yours are no match for us! Surrender, my master will let you live, and let you continue to drive the mecha to serve him......" Sluka piloted his mecha several kilometers away from Powellst, and when he didn't completely stop, he forcibly cut into the other party's command communication channel through the guò mecha's communication system.

For Powellst, a mech commander who grew up with him and was more talented than him. Sruka originally admired it very much. If it weren't for the fact that Powellster was a half-blood, he would have been the commander of the princess's special guard back then.

Half-bloods are not allowed to drive warrior mechs, this is the iron law of Atlantis!

However, there is a deep hatred between the two sides. And this hatred, which should have been liquidated at this moment of hostility, was deeply suppressed by Sluka, and he had to squeeze a smile on his face......

"Sluka, I really didn't expect that such a noble pure-blooded as you would become someone else's dog, I was able to defeat you with a jazz mecha back then, and now, I can still do it!" Powell sneered and turned on the holographic video communication.

"Really? Don't bury the lives of our precious elites because of your stupidity......" Sluka's face was unconcerned about Powellst's insults.

If anyone else saw it, they would think that for him, the queen was the ultimate destination for them. Moreover, the bloodline is not too important in his eyes.

What matters in the eyes of bloodline is what the wise elders do to maintain their authority.

"This rebellion was all caused by the careerist Sfidel, and you have been wrong again and again. Master Kamath will put the trapped people on trial after freeing them, and my master, Lord Yunkai, the Starfleet Commander from the Starmont Empire, will mercifully forgive you for the sins of the half-bloods involved in the rebellion...... Sluka said solemnly.

These words were not what he wanted to say, they were said by the loyal chip in the depths of his brain.

"Hehe, forgive us for our sins? You garbage has taken up all your resources, and we, no matter how hard we try, can only be your vassals, and now, after becoming the slaves of others, you want us to continue to submit to you? Without further ado, come on! Although he was secretly frightened by the various long-range firepower on the modified Warrior mech, Powellst did not think that there was a possibility of peace negotiations between the two sides.

As he spoke, he pulled out the six-meter-long, multi-ton alloy knife he was carrying behind his back and pointed at Sluka.

And the mechs suspended in the sky behind him almost at the same time pulled out the alloy war knives behind their backhands.

"Powellst, you're no match for me! Do you think that these Jazz Mechs, which are less than half of their original performance, are the opponents of these Mechs that have recovered 60% of their performance and have several times more powerful long-range firepower? I can defeat all of you by myself......" In the mecha competition that year, Sluka's mecha was tampered with, and it was actually chased by Powellster around the huge arena for half an hour, which was definitely a great shame for Sluka.

But the commander wanted the mechs to surrender.

There is a loyalty chip in the brain, but there is no way for him not to obey.

And now Powellster is actually taking the initiative to prepare for the attack, which is a good time for revenge.

From the bottom of his heart, Sluka did not want Powellster to surrender, and it was better to be able to be stoned to death by himself. In the eyes of Yun Kai, the alien commander, whoever has the stronger ability will be able to gain more status. Even admiring Powellst, that is based on the fact that he is able to maintain an advantage over the other side.

"Array!" Powell didn't pay any attention to Sluka, and didn't care that Sluka was still in their communication command channel, the Warrior mecha was originally a model of the command mecha, and if he wanted to kick the other party out of their communication channel, even if the other party heard his order, he didn't know the content.

In order to deal with the most elite warrior space mecha in the hands of these purebloods, Powellster created a hunting array, and in the original battle with purebloods, more than ten warrior mechas have been killed.

Otherwise, Powell would not have become the No. 1 military commander under Sfiddle.

"Hehe, in the face of strong strength, every qiē is scum!" When Sluka saw the other party's gathered mechas, he immediately dispersed with his engines fully open, forming a three-dimensional formation, and slowly advanced towards his side, which was to control the output power of these engines! Immediately, he sneered, "You guys are watching from the side, don't use long-range weapons, Sluby, to destroy the Statue of Liberty of the Mi people!" ”

After that, Sluka didn't even pull out the war knife behind his back, but took a step forward in the air, and the two huge mechanical arms pinched out two fists and raised them up, and the main engine on his back violently spewed out two huge flames, rushing towards the group of mecha that was still several kilometers away......

Mecha wars, on the verge of breaking out! (To be continued......)