Hyperion had a very aggrieved feeling, not because she couldn't beat the projection of the starship summoned by the "saint" in this starry environment. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In fact, Hyperion was much more adept at beating these starship projections than when he bullied those native ships.

The reason for Huberian to feel aggrieved was that she always had an inexplicable feeling of fighting, although Hubelion did not practice the strange power of the Force, and his psionic level was inferior to that of a beginner in Arden's eyes.

But Huberian always had something that he was fighting with, and it wasn't for them.

This feeling of helping others block guns, and that this "other" is likely to be an enemy, made Hyperion very aggrieved.

"It doesn't make much of a difference." Arden, who was the main fighting force, had time to flash to Huberion's side and mention it after he had eliminated a piece of the enemy with one shot.

"It's a big difference, okay." Compared to Arden's way of fighting with a map cannon, Huberian knew that his main role was to finish and mend the sword.

"Oh? Why do you feel so different? This time Arden appeared on the other side of the Hyperion, and as before, he disappeared immediately after dropping a sentence, followed by a series of explosions in the distance.

Without the constraints of the hull, even if the fire system is cut and cut again, it is still easy to fight.

That's why those native ships rarely summon their own hulls when they engage in skirmishes.

"It's very simple, since the enemy is not us, we can sit down and have a good talk, don't you think it's a little inexplicable to fight like this?" Hubelion said with a sigh as he looked at the starships that had reappeared after a series of explosions.

Although these enemies that you can see at a glance are projected are all scum, but the fight is endless, there is no experience point to gain, and there is no equipment to drop.

"It's a pity that ......" Arden, who flashed on the "battlefield", passed the words to Hubelian's ear: "That saint has no way to sit down with us and have a good talk. ”

"What do you mean?" As he spoke, Hyperion flew towards a battleship that had been lucky enough to have only lost its power system by Arden.

After Hubelion flew to the battleship that had lost power but the fire system was still running, he first kicked the projected starship armor layer, and then pulled out a shaped missile from its own missile launch port and threw it directly.

With a silent flash of light, the ship's projection was blown in half, disappearing like a distorted projector before the shattered wreckage affected the projections of the other starships.

Finally, a new, intact ship appeared in its original position, pouring fire on Arden and Hyperion.

"Don't you feel like we're dealing with a pre-set defense mechanism now?" Unlike the Hubelions, which took several seconds to get a projection of a ship that had lost power.

Arden's method of solving these projections of starships in "10,000" units is simply a mess.

In general, a wave of the hand, a string of energy strikes, a raised arm, a ray of the sun.

When the interest came, he flashed to the side of a battleship that was tens of thousands of times larger than his human form, and raised the psionic light blade to divide the battleship into seventeen or eighteen pieces with a few strokes.

The projections of these starships, although they look imposing, are actually all appearances.

At least in a real interstellar civilization, it is impossible for such an interstellar warship to take ordinary steel plates less than a few centimeters thick as an armor layer.

Most likely, these star-troopers with ramming angles and several rows of gunpowder cannons installed on both sides of the hull are what the native ships call fantasy warships.

No matter what kind of fantasy, it is difficult to get rid of the shackles of reality, judging from the shape and combat style of these "starships", the fantasy of their era should go back an era than those native ship girls born during the world war.

Maybe a "futuristic fantasy" in the days of the Sail Battleship

Obviously, this "futuristic fantasy" of the Sail Battleship period is not dangerous for a genuine starship like Arden and Hyperion, just a little boring.

After spending at least a third of her ammunition reserves, Hyperion was bored learning how to combat as a battleship, and of course, she would never admit that she was trying to conserve ammunition.

"So how do we get this pre-set defense mechanism in place now?" Huberian asked, holding his Yamato Cannon in his hand as a club.

"Rootless Ping, just consume it." Arden spoke to Hyperion of the easiest and safest way.

"How long will it take at this rate?" Even if he was flying in the simulated space, Hyperion still put on a frustrated posture and bent forward: "Keep fighting like this, give me the feeling of playing the first level of Viking Fighter infinitely." ”

No matter how fun the game is, it will become boring if you keep playing, and the process of blowing up these "starships" in various poses is inherently boring.

"Soon enough." Arden's tone of reply was as flat as ever, as if Arden didn't mind the boring work.

"How long will it be soon, I really don't have confidence in the time view of your star spirits in Arden." Huberian said very lonely.

"Do you want a quicker finish?" Arden appeared at Hubelion's side and said, this time Arden did not disappear again.

"Of course, aren't you really bored?" Huberian said, spreading his hands.

"Boring? There is a point. Arden looked at the approaching fleet of "Fantasy Starships", and seemed very interested in these "Fantasy Starships", but after a pause, Arden continued, "Then let's end it early." ”

"How does it end?" Hyperion froze for a moment, then immediately felt that he was no longer floating in the air, but was stepping on something.

Huberian, who thought that Arden could forcibly end this inexplicable battle, subconsciously looked down, only to find that he had not returned to that space from the illusory interstellar battlefield.

Instead, he stepped on top of a massive golden battleship with Arden.

"No matter how many times I watch it, I think Arden is so fat." Hyperion didn't know why Arden was able to pull out his own body in this illusory interstellar battlefield, but that didn't stop Hyperion from dying.

When Hyperion was struck in the head by Arden's hand knife, the Terran flagship saw that the main body of not only Arden appeared on the illusory interstellar battlefield.

A fleet of astral spirits of different styles and sizes, but with the same color and style as Arden, appeared on the battlefield through the void.

As soon as these fleets appeared, they didn't make any tentative moves, and they simply and neatly pounced on those "fantasy starships".