"General!" From the channel loudspeaker of the battlefield dispatcher's console, the captain of the 'Reaperwing', Mike . Petowski's voice of grief and indignation, as he had honored Fazzani in the Second Fleet, had become hoarse.

"The Reaper's Wings Destroyer will attempt to destroy the space station, request approval!"

"Do whatever you want, Mike, kill these sons of bitches for me!" Fazani knew Mike. Petowski was a slick man and extremely strict with his subordinates, and the former Silver Alliance naval downfall king was a well-known calf protector.

They won the space strangulation battle just now at a slight cost, and it must be the elite of the squad who rushed to the front at this time, but in just a few seconds, Petowski lost three powerful members, and it is no wonder that he is so angry when he has always been stable in battle.

The Viper swarm quickly approached the behemoth through the cracks in the artillery fire, and the Kezmians had clearly noticed their potential danger, and almost all of their kinetic guns were pouring ammunition at them. But Petowski and his Vipers were unusually agile, and with few enemy fighters intercepting them, they easily dodged the enemy's dense artillery fire and successfully assembled in front of the space station.

"Use up your cluster bombs, boys, don't even think about saving money for the rich guys in the Security Committee!" Petowski announced in the squad pathway.

All the Viper released the cluster bombs in their bomb bays at the same time, and the shield killers with glowing red points of light only stopped slightly in the vacuum, and then the bomb engines erupted, slowly moving towards their locked target, and then getting faster and faster, and they were about to crash into the outer shield of the space station.

Fazzani was still glued to the screen, his knuckles turned white, and he couldn't figure out the situation at all when he saw nearly a hundred cluster bombs charging at the enemy along their tracks and disappearing one after another in the screen.

"How? Is it stamped? Is it stamped? Does it work? He eagerly asked his assistant, but he didn't hear an answer, and outside the porthole, a series of fires were erupting in the bombed area of the Olmuzd space station, but after the explosion, it seemed unscathed, still like a floating tower.

"My lord, it's a sonic defense system, cluster bombs don't work......" Nicole announced her analysis at one end of the console.

"Damn, I know!" Fazani cursed in exasperation.

It's a disgusting ruse! He tried his best to hide the shock in his heart.

Of course! The battleship-level force field shield, so what's so unusual about the corresponding supporting sonic defense system?

But all of this is too coincidental at the moment, from the declaration of independence, to the provocation of the media, to the deliberate display of weakness to luring the enemy in, he Fakhl clearly foresaw everything that followed!

What Fazani could not understand at all was that the Kezmians ...... No matter how shameless and cunning their tactics are and how unexpected their methods are, they ...... And how did you get these completely unimaginable military technologies?

Fazzani was so surprised, he didn't have any certainty at the moment that he could inflict heavy damage on his opponent, the 'Wings of Death' was his last hole card, how should the situation in front of him end? Unbeknownst to him, he felt frustrated that his bad luck had reached its peak.

But he didn't expect that worse was yet to come.

In the starry sky, the chaotic artillery fire has stopped, and the fighter team is also speeding back to replenish ammunition, but in this brief silence, the Olmuzd space station suddenly moved, it slowly turned, and through the end of the main axis of the annular rotation gravitational cabin, an amazing change was taking place.

It cracked through it like a blooming flower of steel, and then its spear-like horns stretched out of it, and three beams of concentrated light converged in the center, glowing a faint blue light.

"My lord, there is a holographic signal forcibly broadcasting to us!" The pathway officer shouted.

Fazani still hadn't recovered from the changes in the opponent's space station, he was squinting from the porthole to observe the vision, and immediately rushed to the tactical sand table after hearing this, and activated the holographic projection device, the three projection spotlights at the top of the bulkhead immediately glowed, and an old man in a white robe who was no different from the height of a real person appeared on the sand table.

"Commander Dino, despicable Rahman. Yaz. Abdul. Fakhle, a subject of Allah Almighty, a sage of the Kezmiya tribe, a witness of the independent republic, was honored to meet for the first time. Fakhl smiled.

"How do you know......" Fazani was surprised that Fakhl had called out his name, and had no intention of sarcastically mocking his long, smelly title.

"Of course I know, Mr. Commander, the Lord has told me everything, and your whereabouts are not a secret, in fact, from the moment your formation swaggered out from the Falkus base, I was already informed of your upcoming visit." Fakhl politely spread his arms and greeted Fazani in the classic Kezmian etiquette.

"What do you want to do now? Do you want us to leave Zoroaster? Fazani had already retreated in his heart.

"Leave? Ha ha. Fakhl laughed, shaking his head mockingly.

"Do you still want us to surrender to you?" Fazani gritted her teeth.

"No, no, no, Mr. Commander." Fakhl waved his hands in a gesture that relieved Fazzani, but Fahle's next words almost made him feel like a cave of ice.

"We have one more thing to do, Mr. Commander...... Yes, it is strength, this is what the Silver Alliance has always used to control my people, and we have been chattering until now, and we have not yet shown you the true divine power given by Allah, and here I am talking about the power of punishment, the power of destruction and the power of revenge! Fakhl waved his hands, and there seemed to be a certain frenzy in his eyes.

"Of course." He calmed down.

"After this, you have to surrender to us." He smiled and disappeared from the sandbox.

"Your Excellency!" Nicolle yelled in front of the porthole. "Look, sir!" She pointed out the window.

Fazzani, who was staring at the sand table, couldn't help but look out the window in a daze, although he had been shaken by the other party many times in the two standard hours, the situation in front of him still made him gasp.

In front of the enemy's battle array, the circular chamber of Fakhl Space Garden was still slowly rotating, because it was too large, and through those transparent bulkheads, you could clearly see the legendary strange flowers in it.

But what drove Fazzani into despair was the blue glow on the station's main axis, which he had thought was just a navigation beacon, but at some point it had turned to the fleet pointing directly at him, and the energy gathered more and more at the tip of the spear, converging into a black-purple light, like a prison that imprisoned the spirit of death.

"The opponent's offensive energy field has been detected, and the value has broken through the police threshold!" The battlefield dispatcher yelled at Fazzani.