At this moment, more than 10 days have passed since the previous battle.

Thanks to the proximity of the stars to the stars on the main spiral arm, coupled with the high efficiency of ocean currents.

Therefore, in just over ten days, the spacecraft can cover a distance of 14,000 light-years.

Within the ocean currents, the flagship of the Deira Community.

"Commander, in three minutes, we'll be in the Callante star system!"

Standing behind the side of the command chair, the adjutant bowed slightly and reported to the commander.

Hearing this, Commander Locks' eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened.

"How many stellar currents are there in Calant?"

"There are just two, one is what we're using at the moment, and the other is 4,700 lightseconds away, leading to the Dosol star system!"

"That means that with the speed of their fleet, it will take a lot of time to reach another ocean current, right?"

"Yes, even if they abandon all the non-Tier 8 civilization warships, it will take more than 200 hours!"

"Very well, order all the Guardians of Civilization to be ready to attack, as soon as they arrive in Karante, they will be annihilated on the spot if they are not far away, if they are far away... Then go straight after it, and then annihilate it!"

"Understood!"

The deputy nodded.

Immediately went down to deliver the order.

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Three minutes later.

When the huge fleet of the Republic of Draa sailed out of the ocean current.

More than a dozen streamers had already swept out of the ship, but unlike what they had originally thought...

Ahead, instead of seeing the previous fleets, another fleet appeared.

A fleet of only about 10,000 warships, although there are not many of them, but all of them are Tier 8 civilization warships.

Of course, if that's all there is to it, they won't panic.

After all...

The fleet of the Republic of Dera, even if it suffered some losses in the previous war, now has a fleet of 28,000 warships.

Equally... It is also composed of all eighth-level civilized warships.

So, with only 10,000 warships, they really don't worry, it's just another problem...

At the front of that fleet, they detected god-level powerhouses, and not one or two, but...

Thirty-eight.

Thirty-eight god-level powerhouses, what are you kidding?

The more than a dozen guardians of the Deera Community, who were still rushing forward at full speed, immediately stepped on the brakes, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

Even several of them had panicked expressions on their faces.

Even the strongest of them sensed the threat.

The thirty-eight people on the other side...

Most of them exude an aura that threatens them.

This, it's outrageous!

He is a late-stage god-level powerhouse, if he can make himself feel this kind of threat, then at least he must also be a late-stage god-level person.

It's not necessarily that more than half of the thirty-eight people on the opposite side are at least powerhouses in the late god-level stage, right?

How can this be fought?

Not to mention that he has 30,000 warships on his side, even if he is given 50,000 or even 100,000 in this case...

You can't win that, right?

Quickly contacted, this time the commander-in-chief, who is also a late god-level Locks.

"Rocks, something is wrong!"

"I already know, according to the equipment measurements on our side, the other party should be fifteen early, twelve mid, ten late, and... A pinnacle!". bμν.

"What a joke!"

After Locks finished speaking, the shouts of the late god-level immediately resounded in the bridge.

I feel that most of the people on the other side can pose a threat to me.

Outcome...

You tell me, in fact, most people are in the early and middle stages?

And above the later stage, only eleven of the thirty-eight people?

Isn't that?

Also, a powerhouse at the peak of the god level?

Are you sure it's not a joke?

You must know that the powerhouse of this kind of strength, no matter how you say it, is the strongest person of an eighth-level civilization.

It's like...

The leader of his own Dela community, or the leader of the three major pirate groups of the Far Sea Pirate Alliance.

Therefore, the god-level peak in the galaxy is so human, everyone knows each other, but the powerhouse of the god-level peak in front of him...

I don't know each other at all.

Well, it doesn't matter either, it's important ...

The sense of oppression that this guy brings to himself is many times stronger than that of his own leader, who is also at the peak of the god level.

"Rocks, just say, what now?"

"Why don't you say hello first, or I don't even know who the other party is, maybe this is their territory, and they're just a hidden civilization on the first main arm?"

Locks' meaning is simple.

Since you can't beat it, let's admit it.

Maybe if you're lucky, the other side is just a low-key and hidden civilization.

In this case, at most, it is a mistake to enter the territory of other civilizations, and it is a big deal to give some compensation, right?

Of course, the idea is good, it's just...

The reality is brutal.

Soon, Locks got a message from the adjutant's side, and that was...

The other party refused to start a conversation with us, and only two options were given.

Either surrender ...

Die or die!!

"Quick, contact the base camp, I'm going to talk to the leader in person, and set the highest priority!"

"Yes, Commander!"

Locks is well aware.

I definitely can't do it on the other side.

Moreover, once your own fleet and other powerful people are all cut off here, then the entire community...

That is, about sixty percent of the main battleships were lost, and ninety percent of the god-level powerhouses were lost.

This is a devastating blow to the already not very strong Deira community, and what awaits them next is...

The division of other eighth-level civilizations, that's all!

But surrender ...

This kind of thing, he has to let his own leader make a decision.

At least, he himself does not have the courage and power.

Merely...

"Commander, communication is highly suppressed, and current short-range communication can still be supported, but ultra-long-distance communication..."

"Is there a solution?"

"There are two ways, one is to directly destroy the suppression source, but this is equivalent to starting a war with the other party, after all, according to the current scanning, the suppression source should be on the opponent's flagship."

"What's the other way?"

"It's up to us to crack it, but it's going to take a long time, or at least... More than an hour!"

"Damn!"

Locks scolded.

I don't have more than an hour to spare!

And just then, worse news came!

"Commander, the opposing fleet is moving, and those god-level powerhouses are also coming to our side!"

"Let the Guardians go up and delay, I need time!"

"This... As the opposing powerhouses approached, the Guardians began to retreat!"

"What!!"

Locks was stunned.

But the actual situation, as reported.

More than a dozen Guardians are constantly retreating.

Just kidding, if you don't retreat, is it really scared?

What's the difference between that and sending?