Rumble......

A magic guide mothership with a length of nearly 1,000 kilometers exploded and disintegrated in the starry sky, and pieces of huge wreckage fell off from the main body and slid down like a mountain peak, and countless human fighters flew at high speed against the surface of the wreckage, setting off patches of fire. The dense rain of bullets strafed layer by layer, splashing the armor on the surface of the wreckage in all directions, and turning the continuous ejection of the rescue pod into a fireball.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the garden, the speaker's face was bright and dark, and his eyes were indifferent. Behind him, Sal Jones came over like a ghost. He bowed his head and said.

"Ten minutes ago, despair, Haast, dead in battle."

The Speaker's brow twitched, and the temperature in the garden dropped sharply, as if it had suddenly entered a harsh winter. Sal Jones's figure swayed slightly, and quickly stood still.

"What about the disaster?"

"Seriously injured and returning. There were only twelve members left in their squad. Sal Jones said quickly. They met the Grand Inquisitor. ”

"Heresy Inquisition?" The Speaker's eyebrows raised, and he was finally a little moved. "How long have you been without showing up?"

"They haven't been there since the chaos." Sal Jones replied, a twinkle of worry in his eyes. "I'm afraid we won't be able to suppress it."

"Of course." The Speaker said, not half surprised on his face. "Although the organization has all but disappeared today, you and I both know how much of a role it played in times of great chaos. It can be said that half of the reason for Crodir's downfall is on them. ”

"That's the best of the strong, the best of the best. The same as our Highness. ”

"So despair has fallen." Sal Jones sighed, a little sad. "But before he died, he also used a heart breakdown, covering all the Boca people who were chasing them, and also dragging the surrounding enemies to be buried."

"He did his part."

In the garden, the Speaker's eyes were clear, and through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, he seemed to see the glory of despair before death. The forbidden mind collapsed, and it was not the Boca flesh that was destroyed. It's their beliefs. Without the mind, even if those Boca people were still alive, they were just walking dead.

"He's a great boy." In the silence, the Speaker's voice sounded, as if it were a murmur, as if it were a statement. "Unfortunately, I'm afraid I don't have time to hold a funeral for him. Let this war be his funeral. ”

"Order the fleet to press forward, and we will enter the second stage."

"Understood, the order is carried out immediately." Sal Jones said. Turned and walked out of the garden.

Starry sky. The human ship group began to rush slowly like an endless ocean. The dense array of battleships spread out at the feet of the speaker, and there was no edge in sight. And the flames of war that are constantly lit up in front also form a clear boundary, constantly extending forward.

The war has reached this point, and it is no longer a simple breakthrough, but a stalemate, strangulation.

Human, Teng Snake, Mocha. Ancient Titans. All civilizations that belong to this alliance are doing their part. Every minute and every second is burning the blood of civilization and devouring massive resources. A small civilization with seven or eight colonial stars, all its resources can't even last a minute here. And when the war enters the stage of the meat grinder, it is the most terrifying devouring monster in the universe.

Life. Battleships, ordinary people, and space warriors are all cells of this devouring monster. A consumable. The fleets in front were fighting each other, and civilians in the emigrant ships in the rear could only pray in the dark. No one could see anything, because even the ships were huge in their eyes. It's tiny as dust in this battlefield.

Fires, explosions, good commanders pointing and watching, flocks of warplanes whistling to and fro, huge motherships spreading their gates...... They are just a corner of the battlefield, and above the battlefield, the same is true of the battles between space warriors, with people constantly winning and people falling.

The light curtain next to the Speaker, the situation of the battle situation was refreshed at microsecond intervals, and the number of jù also slid down like a waterfall.

The Speaker's expression was calm. He knew that countless people were dying at this moment, and countless warships were disappearing. But it's all necessary. The price paid for the continuation of the race and civilization. And his role is to make the sacrifice worthwhile.

Now it seems that humanity is making difficult progress.

In the whole battle situation, the human ship group and Boca Rosa combined ship group are on par, and they have a slight advantage. After all, Boca and Rosa haven't fought a large-scale war for a long time, so in terms of fleet warfare, humans who have been at war all year round have more experience, better crews, and more bases. Taken together, these factors allowed them to move slowly, gradually splitting up the remaining groups of Boca and Rossa.

It was a slow process, and it was estimated that it would take at least three days to complete the entire objective, but everyone could tell that once the division was completed, the Boca and Rosa groups would be powerless. In the war of ordinary people, humanity will win.

The problem now is that the high war, that is, the combat aspect of the cosmic powerhouses. Humanity is on the downswing......

Boca and Rosa are too thick. At levels like planetary and stellar levels, they can easily come up with a lot of them. And the elite. Legendary figures like the Nine Kings of the Shattered Star and the Seven Palaces of Broken Light, they also have the same strong opponents.

No, it's not quite appropriate to use confrontation anymore, it's simply outright anti-repression.

After all, human beings still have too little time to grow, even if there is a large population base, no matter how many geniuses, how can they be compared with an old aristocrat like Boca Rossa? The Seven Kings and Nine Generals are indeed very strong, but their numbers are also there. What's the point of exchanging a few, dozens, or hundreds of enemies for one person?

This is the last war, even the lives of the top powerhouses are consumables!!

So at this moment, the speaker has already sensed the weakness of the human race. What he can do is to use the war of ordinary people to seize the initiative in order to reduce the pressure of higher war.

It's a pity...... Even the Speaker knows that this will not help.

"In the end, the outcome of a war must be decided by the top."

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the speaker muttered in a low voice, his eyebrows tightened tighter and tighter. And then there was the footsteps of Sal Jones behind him.

"Your Excellency, twelve minutes ago, Vortex (Devouring) and Guanghua encountered the enemy's high-end forces. Kill all enemies, including seven Grand Inquisitors, twelve Templar Knights, and three hundred and seventy-six Arbitrators. Allies ......"

At this point, Sal Jones suddenly stopped, seemingly in shock.

"How are they?" The Speaker asked softly, his voice still calm.

Behind him, Sal Jones was silent for a while, and finally answered in a deep voice. "Whirlpool, brilliance, death in battle. Follow the squad and wipe it out. ”

Syllable!

The bricks at the Speaker's feet suddenly burst, and the garden was as silent as death...... (To be continued......)