Chapter 210: Melee (7)

Compared to the fierce melee on the other end of the wormhole, the end of the main fleet of the Bonnard Guards was very calm, surrounded by pitch-black space, and there were no stars at all except for a little dim starlight in the distance. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe only entity in the entire space is the vast fleet of ships of the Royal Praetorian Guard, led by Bonnard.

The main forces of the four seventh-level fleets and the remnants of the seventh fleet were all concentrated near the mouth of the wormhole, lined up in dense assault formations, and constantly drilled towards the deep wormhole mouth. The pitch-black wormhole opening is like a terrifying monster that chooses people to devour, and has so far devoured two integrated seventh-level fleets, including the First Fleet and the Fourth Fleet.

Not far from its rear, an even larger group of sixth-class warships formed a huge strike group in wartime formation, and after the front battle line was stabilized, it would be thrown into the battlefield at any time to expand the results of the battle. In each battleship, you can see the soldiers on board sitting next to the battle position with a solemn expression, waiting quietly, and some of the battle positions are even equipped with double or even three posts. It is foreseeable that the next battle will not be as easy as imagined.

"How's the front line going?" Bonnard asked Cowell beside him as he checked the combat readiness of the entire Guards Legion. Now that Colwell has such free time, the other generals are either fighting on the front line or preparing for battle. Only Cowill, who lost his fleet, became a dispensable idler himself.

"According to the latest information, the Second Fleet has initially established a defensive line, the Fourth Fleet is working hard to break through and try to stabilize the line, and it is expected that in another standard hour we will be able to fully establish ourselves at the other end of the cavity, and then the time will come for an all-out blow," Cowell reported.

"What about the First Fleet?" Bonnard had a sense of foreboding.

"The total annihilation of the army, and it was the sacrifice of Admiral Rabidor and all his colleagues in the First Fleet that bought precious time for the Second Fleet, and it was true that the defense line could be initially established, and their sacrifice was worthwhile. The Battle of the Star Gate is like this, and it is already the best ending for us to be able to break through the enemy's blockade at such a small cost" Cowell tried to be relieved when he saw Bonnard's gloomy face.

"It's all, if it's against an enemy of the same size, I have nothing to say, but if you look at who our opponent is, who doesn't know that the warships of the toads are synonymous with tatters? As for the stargate defended by the tattered battleships equipped by the toads, it took us all such a huge price to break through the blockade, and hundreds of thousands of years of peaceful environment have made all the bones of the imperial soldiers soften? Bonnard said with a gloomy face.

"Your Royal Highness, the front line has been stabilized, and the commander of the Fourth Fleet, Admiral Raphaeld, has informed the main fleet that it has passed," the operational staff officer stepped forward to report.

"Order the fleet to follow at full speed and peel off the skin of those toads! By the way, let the regular legions watch the reptiles, and don't let our prey slip away. Quick! ”

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"Whoosh!" Beams of lilac space cannon beams shuttled back and forth, and the weak space shield composed of the surviving warships at the opening of the wormhole struggled to defend against the enemy's space cannon attacks. From time to time, large and small holes appeared in the defensive line, and the battleships that lost their protection were directly torn to pieces by the beam of the space cannon.

The entire space was constantly stirring, and small space storms swirled back and forth outside the shield. The blow from the space cannon shattered the space around the entire fleet. The environment here is even more dangerous than the surface of a black hole. As long as the surface of the black hole can withstand the huge gravitational force from the black hole, it will not be damaged too much, but in this shattered space, even a level 6 battleship will be reduced to pieces. The S-class energy shield is too reluctant to maintain the stability of the battleship's own space, and it is simply impossible to survive in such an environment, let alone fight on such a battlefield.

The opening of the wormhole was accompanied by a violent shock, and the huge hulls of the ships squeezed out of the narrow openings, and the bow directly smashed the wreckage of the battleship in front of it, clearing the obstacles for the subsequent battleships. The flying wreckage flew directly out of the fleet's shield range, then shattered under the corrosive effects of the space storm, and then vanished without a trace. The wreckage has been completely ground into a fine powder, and as the shattered space heals and wraps into the subspace, where exactly is unknown.

As more and more fleets joined the battle formation, the defense of the fleet became denser, and the shields became more and more stable. Amerro stopped the senseless energy consumption in time, and the bronze mecha regiment of the brigade gathered on both sides of the fleet, and they were the protagonists of the battlefield in the battle below.

The chaotic space healed rapidly under the powerful self-healing ability of the three-dimensional universe, and the wormhole opening behind the Royal Praetorian Guard slowly disappeared as the energy supply was cut off. Only two huge fleets remained in close formation, and the two sides faced each other silently while nervously adjusting their attack formations, like cavalry legions attacking each other on the ancient steppe.

"Whoosh!" A thick light purple energy beam flying out from the formation of the Royal Praetorian Guard opened the prelude to the war, and immediately after, the lilac space cannon, the blue SS-class energy cannon, and the green S-class energy cannon rushed towards the fleet of the ancient people with the momentum of a landslide and a sea crack.

Immediately after that, tens of millions of energy bombs and space bombs charged towards the fleet of the ancient people in a dense formation, driven by the thrust engine. Around the huge mushroom-headed space carrier, dense individual fighters quickly ejected out in batches, and soon formed attack formations one by one under the coordination of their respective long planes and cruised around the entire fleet.

After the main cannon was charged, another round of overwhelming artillery fire was fired at the Emero Legion. In fact, in order to ensure the continuation of the fleet's firepower, the entire fleet was divided into three batches of strike fleets. After the first wave of main artillery was fired, the second wave of attacks rushed up, and by the time the third wave was over, the main guns of the first wave of the fleet had already been charged. Under the continuous firepower, the Amerro Legion also suffered large battle losses.

The first to suffer was the mecha legions that roamed the periphery of the fleet. These large-bodied, thin-skinned individual mechs were suddenly hit by the enemy's faster-than-light strike, and they were directly reduced to ashes without even having a chance to dodge. Whether it is the Bronze Mecha Regiment or the Black Iron Mecha Regiment, when facing the crazy firepower output of the giant ship's cannon, they are all cannon fodder-like existences, and they can't compete at all.

In fact, it wasn't until the strange disappearance of their comrades that the surviving Chagu soldiers realized that the enemy was attacking. The surviving mecha soldiers hurriedly evaded. At this time, the exquisite combat skills of the bronze mecha soldiers were undoubtedly revealed. All the bronze mechs are dancing like fancy dances, nimbly jumping around the battlefield, constantly shuttling between enemy fires.

Compared to the performance of the Bronze Mecha Regiment, those Black Iron Legions are much inferior, under the intensive artillery fire, the Black Iron Legion suffered heavy losses for a while, and in only two minutes of the battle, at least a third of the Black Iron Legion has completely disappeared. Fortunately, among the motherships of the ancient people, there are constantly Black Iron Legion mechs coming out to replenish them, barely maintaining a sufficient base.

In the face of the attack of the Royal Guards of Elmond, the Emero Legion immediately returned the favor. Countless bronze mechs jumped and flickered, charging towards the Praetorian Guard. Immediately after, the Zarians once again erupted in devastating artillery fire and charged at Bonnard. For a while, you came and went, evenly divided, the fleet kept bombarding while flexibly shifting, and individual fighters and space mechs were also tightly entangled.

With the continuous addition of the reserve fleet of the Elmond Legion, especially the continuous projection of a large number of individual fighters, the Amerro Legion, which was already inferior in numbers, gradually became struggling. The individual fighters of the Glorious Empire gradually broke through the blockade of the ancient mecha legion and attacked the absolute defensive circle of the ancient fleet. In order to withstand the enemy's attack, Emero had to send a large number of reserve fleets until the forces of both sides were leveled.

But at this time, Elmond smirked, and at this point everything was in his hands.

"We won!" Elmond said.

As soon as the words fell, the space behind the ancient fleet, the space quickly collapsed, and a series of huge warships came out of the temporary wormhole. The Zar Ancients were directly caught in the front and rear of the Royal Guards of Elmond......

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