The automatic balancing system of the battleship was immediately activated, and Mo Ran had already been smashed at this time, and he couldn't tell the difference between southeast and northwest. The sheer force didn't stun them to death, and it was good. A large number of reports of damage constantly appeared on the bridge. "The top layer of armor was damaged, and the isolation door of the five-story building above the battleship was urgently closed." "We lost all the kinetic energy of the main artillery, and the losses near the pig woman were serious, and a large number of personnel were lost." "The kinetic energy of the side engines is insufficient, and the thrust distribution is being replanned." One by one, reports were heard.

The last time Mo Ran used this completely self-destructive method was during the simulated battle, he didn't have much worry at that time, but this time when he heard a large number of casualties near the main gun, Mo Ran's mood instantly became bad. The battleship is still trying to adjust. The surrounding space-class battleships also immediately ejected countless towing steel cables, trying to pull Mo Ran's battleship. In the end, he was almost dragged away by Mo Ran's battleship.

Mo Ran himself didn't expect that the self-destruction of the battleship's main gun energy would have such a huge power. However, after thinking that the main gun of the Yuanzhou-class battleship had the power to directly destroy a Yuanzhou-class battleship, he also calmed down. On the bridge, the battleship's system was severely damaged, and the projected battleship was in a very bad state, with almost one-sixteenth of the warship's front end destroyed by the explosion caused by the energy self-destruct. Countless maintenance robots have flown out and are undergoing emergency repairs.

Shaking his head, which was still a little dizzy, now the battleship was basically controlled by the adjutant, and it was he who let the surrounding space-class battleships catapult the steel cable, and used the traction of the surrounding space-class battleships to pull Mo Ran's battleship so that it would not fly farther. If it collides with some meteorite belts in the distance, the damage will be even greater.

"Start all the engines and get the speed down." Mo Ran clutched the railing beside him, he didn't look at the Protoss staff around him, compared to Mo Ran's embarrassment, it was difficult for Mo Ran to imagine their situation compared to Mo Ran's embarrassment.

The engines around the battleship were all started, and the huge thrust made the battleship's originally quickly retreating body suddenly slow down, but the huge thrust also caused some injured personnel to suffer more damage. But Mo Ran had to do this, otherwise Mo Ran didn't know if doing this would make the surrounding space-class warships suffer losses with him.

The battleship gradually stopped with a loud roar, and the auxiliary battleship and the two battleships that were hit were still floating in the distance, and immediately a battleship stepped forward to help the battleships slowly stop with hook locks. Then Mo Ran looked at the report in front of him with an unusually ugly face, and this time the loss was more than he expected.

A large number of people in the entire battleship were rescuing the wounded, and those places that were cordoned off by the lieutenant would not go at all except for the rescue robots, and in that environment, few survivors were found, most of them were broken wreckage.

"What about the losses of the other three battleships?" Mo Ran took a deep breath, and rescuers carried down the dead staff around the bridge. Mo Ran looked at those Protoss personnel, although they were not very familiar, but these were all soldiers in his battleship. The substitute staff rushed to the corresponding post and quickly restored the systems on the battleship to normal. It's just that now Mo Ran's battleship has basically lost its combat capability, and he has to apply to Ruilaiya for maintenance.

"Something happened." Seeing the damage report from Mo Ran, Relaya stood up from her chair. She is really a little annoyed now, and the things of the past two days have been one after another, which has made him a little annoyed. The loss of the Meran battleship this time will definitely require large-scale maintenance, so it will take at least more than two months, and there are not many starports nearby that can repair the Yuanhang-class battleship.

Mo Ran didn't hide it, and said everything briefly. "I don't think the undead fleet would be able to show up here through so many layers of defense." He whispered, his words clearly pointing the finger directly at Grebert. If it weren't for Klebert, then why would their fleet have postponed its trip here for three days for no apparent reason? Mo Ran also sent a small reconnaissance spacecraft to search for the surrounding meteorite area, and he believed that it was absolutely impossible for Klebert to leave only such a gravity bomb, and there must be some clues left.

"Are the losses of the fleet serious?" Relea looked at the report projected in front of her, if this matter was really done by Klebert, then she needed to warn Grebert. But she knew that in the end, all the problems would just come down to Klebert's poor defense, and there would be no substantive punishment at all.

Taking a deep breath, Relea had long since forgotten how long it had been since she had been so angry. She walked back and forth in her ship. Not to mention the contradiction between Glaibert and Mo Ran, just because of a not very serious problem, which finally led to the destruction of the eyes of a long-voyage warship, if this matter was known to the prince, Glaibert would definitely not be able to eat and walk around, but now Relaia knows that the prince will not touch Grebert's family at all. After all, there are still a large number of Grebert family warships in the Fifth Star Zone, and if Grebert is persecuted at this time, no one knows what the consequences will be. Once the fifth star area is chaotic, then the last loss will be the greatest, of course, Glaibert, but the Protoss will also suffer unbearable losses because of this incident.

"7,923 people died, more than 2,600 were missing, and about 30,000 were injured." Mo Ran whispered. There were many people who had been injured by his rash slowdown, but he couldn't care about it that much now, he just wanted to know if General Relaya could restrain Glaibert. If not, he wouldn't even dare to stay in the Fourth Sector.

"Drive the fleet back first, and I'll tell Admiral Zo Ruihong about this." Relaiya said in a deep voice, "I will send someone to replenish the lost personnel, and you will drive the fleet back for maintenance first." Is it still possible to make the leap now? Thinking of the distance between the two places, Relaya couldn't help but ask again.

"No, if you forcibly move, maybe the battleship will disintegrate." Mo Ran whispered, "And the Transition System has also been severely damaged. He understood what Relaya meant, and this matter was made into a small matter. In the end, blame all the blame on the undead.

There's no way around it. Mo Ran took a deep breath, he really felt unwilling. The previous one, plus this one. Grebert had already attacked him twice, and if he hadn't died before, he might have died by then. And Relea once told him that with his military position as the commander of the voyage-class battleship, Klebert needs to think carefully if he wants to do it.

But now Grebert doesn't seem to have such concerns. "I'll investigate this matter, so don't worry about it." Relaia could feel the suppressed anger in Mo Ran's heart, and she never thought that Klebert would be so bold, and the final outcome of this matter would definitely not be over.

Although Mo Ran knew that this incident must have been done by Klebert, he had not even seen Gramber until now, and there was no possibility of revenge. Although he had asked Blue Butterfly to help find some information about Grebert before, when it came to revenge, he felt a little unsure of where to start.

"Yes." Mo Ran saluted, and let the scattered detection ships come back and conduct reconnaissance escorts around the fleet.

"You go back first on the other Astronaut-class battleships, and I'll send someone to take over that Voyage-class battleship." Ruilai Ya thought for a moment and whispered. Now there are really no spare Voyage-class battleships around the Protoss' home planet, and those battleships that are being assembled have already been allocated to those Protoss resuscitation commanders, and it will take at least decades for this Voyage-class battleship to be towed back to the nearby large starport that can be maintained, which is quite fast. Rather than this, it is better to dismantle the battleship directly, and then transport it back to be recast.

"Okay. And what about my previous defensive mission? Mo Ran thought for a moment, and then asked.

"Give up for the time being, you go back directly to the first sector, and if there is a mission in the future, I will tell you again." Ruilai Ya thought for a moment and replied. Thinking of Mo Ran's identity, Relaya felt that it would be a better decision to keep Mo Ran near the home planet.

Mo Ran didn't know what General Relaya thought, and he didn't know that there were already two nightmares that had entered the Fifth Star Zone, and Relaya wanted Mo Ran to stay on the home planet of the First Star Zone in order to protect the royal family. "With his ability, there should be a way to kill the Nightmare!" Relaya looked at Mo Ran, who had turned off the communication, and thought to himself.

"Grebert." Relaya whispered, she really couldn't understand what Klebert was thinking now, not to mention the identity of Mo Ran now, if Mo Ran really died in his hands, then who would bear the possible consequences in the end? "Is that why he wants the royal family to fall?" Relaya paced slowly in the spaceship, which was escorted by several small warship formations. After leaving the safe area, there was naturally a border guard in the war zone to protect General Relaya's safety.

While there wasn't much danger around Sector 1, the presence of these ships made pirates or other ships who wanted to take the plunge think about the consequences.

Relaya looked out into the deep, dark universe on the side. "What's in it for you if the fall of royalty comes down? Is a weak Protoss what you want? Relea muttered.