In addition to the pot of greed that Russell was riding, there are now a total of 315 mobilizable main battle titan ships in the Far East Star Field, and these behemoths were divided into 3 formations by Gray Wind along with thousands of battleships and tens of thousands of frigates, and went to Pamenio in batches.

The tens of thousands of warships of the First Advance Team stood silently around the Maculag Stargate, not responding to any of the signals they received, and not communicating with the highly nervous Ultramarines, because these ships ...... There is no one at all.

Conventional Imperial warships need at least thousands of skilled crew members to work together to complete a space naval battle, and even if the AI assistance of warships is not disabled on the Federation's side, each ship needs to retain at least a minimum of 24 people, and the fleet of tens of thousands of warships is hundreds of thousands of people.

The population of the Far Eastern Star Domain is enough, but the level of education is worrying, where to find tens of millions of technical talents, so now these warships are all gray wind in unified dispatch.

Gray Wind's computing power is powerful enough to render a real-time star map of the entire galaxy, so it would be difficult for the Gestalt Consciousness of the Gray Gu Storm to dispatch such a fleet...... It can only be said that it is easy to play.

But right......

"I've personally gone into battle to operate the fleet, why didn't the marshal just let me turn into an L-Star Dragon and bite that aether giant worm to death?" Grey Wind was puzzled, she was confident that she must have restored the body structure of the Aether Dragon better than Tyron, but Russell was stunned that she didn't give her a chance to bite someone.

Maybe the marshal has his own deep meaning?

Grey Wind was thinking wildly as he silently watched the mechanical ark hidden behind the Glory of Maculag, the star-studded sea of naval guns aimed at the mechanical order ship consciously or unconsciously, and would open fire at any moment if the Great Sage Trivens showed any sign of trying to cut off the stargate's energy supply.

Grey Wind has a severe shadow on the oil guy species, and sometimes even has nightmares about which part of himself is secretly taken home by the red-clad tentacle monster to use as a pillow.

Oh, it's a chill when you think about it.

"Having said that, I wonder if the marshal has noticed that I often secretly mix my body tissues in the food he eats every day?" Grey Wind thought so, not feeling like he was doing anything more perverted than the oil guy.

The airspace around the Maculag Stargate remained dead silent for a long time, and the huge warships that could not be seen were still displayed in space, and the vacuum could not transmit the roar of the engine, until the entire 100 Titan giants sailed out of the Stargate, and this sea of steel was unified under the dispatch of the gray wind to the side of the capital ship, gathering into a devastating force.

The sea of stars in the sky was silent, as if even the fusion of the stars was quiet, and a soft girl's voice echoed in space:

"The pilot ship is in place, lit up and induced, ready to jump."

"Destination, Pamenio!"

Suddenly, the stars burst into flames, and the starry sky was bright.

Captain Hatting, who was in the glory of Maculag, clenched his fists and watched without saying a word as the countless huge fleets gathered neatly around the giant ships, and then, the universe in his eyes began to become distorted, and the countless warships gathered together were instantly engulfed by the circular halo, and the powerful engines of the Titan Navigator tore through the dimension, and time and space changed here.

Having seen the scene of the activation of the L-Star Gate, he clearly understood what the scene in front of him meant: it was the object that the human emperor had been chasing for ten thousand years, the key to the chain that the evil god had tied to the human neck, the only regret of the glorious golden age, and the last hurdle for the human race to conquer the sea of stars.

- Faster-than-light jump.

"It seems that we are going to adjust our foreign policy towards the Human Federation." Harding said faintly.

"At least we can't let those incompetent governors continue to call the Far Eastern star fields controlled by the Bullet Star a 'federal puppet regime'." The adjutant whispered.

Harding nodded slightly, and the gray-haired old regimental leader bowed his head slightly, wondering what he was pondering, maybe it was the situation of the empire? Maybe it's the path of humanity in the future?

But suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted, and Harding jerked his head up with a ghostly expression.

Behind the L-stargate...... It's lit up again.

"What the are there?!"

The scolding of the captain of the Ultramarines was completely unheard by Grey Wind, because the next moment the fleet jumped into the Parmenio system, the hunt for the Aether Giant Worm had already begun.

At this moment, if someone stands on the surface of Pamenio and looks up at the sky, they will see countless bright points of light covering the sky, which are the thrusters burning at the tail of the battleship, each battleship is a bright point of light, the engine roars, the starry sky is bright, as if the whole universe is twinkling.

The fleet of Slingers has taken the night of the planet, and tonight, the universe shines for Pamenio.

But unlike the real starry sky, the distribution of ships in this fleet, which is steered by Gray Wind, is regular. The frigate with the largest number, the lowest cost, the smallest size, and the shortest weapon range frantically pounced on the Aether giant insect that had just reacted from its stunned face, and the pale blue flame tail cut a net-like streamer, like countless vicious piranhas hunting a humpback whale in the ocean.

The giant insect of the Shuobi celestial body struggled to swim and hover in space, and the huge body covered with dragon scale armor was extremely difficult to toss and move every time, and countless human warships were afraid to block all the space of the aether giant insect with their steel bodies, and the crazy ship-sea tactics actually made the big devourers above the giant insect a little overwhelmed.

He really hadn't seen this before, it was so strange, why would the Zerg be suppressed by humans with numbers.

What's even more confusing for the Aether Giant Worm-Behemoth is that the attacks of these ant-like boats can actually pierce through their dragon scales and directly damage the flesh and blood under the scales!

Although as long as the biomass does not leak out of the body, the circulatory system in the giant worm's body can decompose and recover the necrotic flesh and repair itself, but the number of this fleet is really terrifying, and even the strong self-healing ability of the ether giant worm is faintly unable to keep up with the trend!

"The size of the frigate is too small, not to mention the shaped arc, even the sky cloud lightning cannot be equipped, and it can only be filled with a phase cracking cannon." Watch the intense close-quarters grind next to the orbit of the planet Pamenio...... Twisted iron, Gray Wind's cheeks puffed up slightly.

The sea of steel boiled in the starry sky, and the high-energy particles that had been accelerated to the limit merged into a fiery ocean, and every second, at least one attack that pierced through the dragon scales slammed into Behemoth's body, burning the flesh and blood of the giant insect to the point that it was tender and not woody.

Every breath of the Aether Worm can bring hundreds of frigates to the swarm, and every powerful tail swing can tear a large swath of unarmored ships apart in space.

But every time he breathes, every whimshis of the tail, there are hundreds of leaping rays of distorted spatial curvature, which light up and disappear in the boiling space, indicating that hundreds of new warships have entered the battlefield, and the ever-expanding width of the battlefield has once spread to the entire star system, and it is still spreading, stretching, and there is no end in sight to the flames of war.

The tentacles of Gestalt consciousness perfectly manipulated each ship to make the most rational choices, the overloaded engines flickered in space, and tens of thousands of plasma thrusters propelled the submerged starship back and forth around the giant worm, dragging out patches of brilliant streamers like fireworks and dense like rain.

Waves of fiery energy surged and rushed, wave after wave of naval artillery salvos brighter than the most conspicuous stars in the night sky

While Grey Wind was struggling with the aether giant worm with tens of thousands of casualties from its frigates, the real capital ship had maneuvered to the edge of the galaxy, charging its main guns and taking its place.

The girl wore her long silver-white hair and spoke softly, her voice soft and sharp: "Sniper-"

Her words fell, and the entire galaxy lit up.

Hundreds of stout beams of energy shot in from all directions, converging at the same point at the same moment. 802 guns pierced Behemoth's body at 801 different angles, and one shot missed.

The flickering shaped arc is justified, and the irascible infernal rays are convincing.

The guns of the ship roared, and they were ambushed in all directions.

(End of chapter)