As these words came out, the surrounding cultists who were still a little flustered immediately calmed down, but no one noticed that at the moment when the female sect leader waved the scepter, the gem on the scepter and a gem behind the command room flickered at the same time.

This faint flash was almost masked by the chaos of the entire scene, and went unnoticed by anyone.

The edge of the stone on the wall was connected by several thick pipes, and faintly pale energy was surging through it, leading it forward to a dark room.

A man with a metallic silver body was held to the wall by various utensils, unconscious. The room was filled with the smell of metal and the slight hum of electronics, and the dashboard on the wall showed fluctuations in the man's body data.

The man's eyes were closed, and he slept in the darkness. His body was wrapped in a cold, hard metal frame, revealing a cold and mechanical feeling.

Maybe it was because of the dim light, or maybe it was because it was what he was, and either way, his skin took on a shimmering silvery metallic sheen, making it difficult to tell if he was human or mechanical.

In the corner of the room, an unknown electronic device emits a faint blue light, casting complex shadows. The room was full of technology, but with an unsettling, cold aura.

"Hahaha, ridiculous! Is this what you call power? To confront the Church of Universal Truth is a fool's dream! “

Seeing that White Night's attack failed to break through the shield of the main ship, Doujian let out a wild laugh, and the corners of his mouth outlined a touch of cunning and mockery.

At this moment, a pile of gray things suddenly appeared on the skyline, and Doujian suddenly turned his head to look. A flash of doubt flashed in his eyes, followed by a hint of unease, because the number of gray fighters was so huge that there were hundreds of them.

The group of fighters approached the battlefield at high speed, their fuselages shimmering with a cold, solid gray appearance.

The light from the engine left a brilliant trail of light in the night sky, like an arrow galloping through the stars.

Anxious looks quickly condensed in Doujian's eyes, this was not an ordinary fleet. This sudden support made him feel uncomfortable, and he could not confirm the origin and purpose of these fighters.

After Bai Ye saw this scene, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing an indifferent smile in his eyes. This is exactly the support fleet he had previously issued to call for, and his plans are gradually unfolding.

The group of gray fighters formed a neat formation, flying towards the fleet of the Church of Truth in the universe like an iron wall. Their wings are equipped with advanced weapon systems and exude an icy technological aura.

Doujian's pupils contracted slightly, and he vaguely felt an unusual threat. The sheer size of this support fleet, and the powerful aura they exuded, raised a hesitation in his heart.

The formation of fighters flew not far from the battlefield, and suddenly, they quickly dispersed, bypassing the flanks of the main ship with great maneuverability, outflanking in a semi-arc.

Bai Ye's gaze stayed on this fighter formation for a moment, and then he said leisurely: "It's time for us to counterattack." ”

As soon as the words fell, the support group suddenly launched a fierce attack on the main ship of the Church of Universal Truth like sharp arrows.

The weapon systems on the fighter rang out in unison, firing powerful energy beams and heading straight for the main ship's defensive shield.

For a while, a deafening explosion and strong light erupted in the night sky, and the attack of the fighter plane cut through the light and shadow in the night sky.

The entire battlefield instantly became chaotic, and Doujian was completely stunned by this sudden support, not knowing what to do.

Bai Ye smiled slightly, and his plan began to show results.

In a puff of dust and smoke, Star-Lord immediately stopped what he was doing, and he looked up at the sky. The deafening roar of engines rang into his ears, and the swarm of gray fighters in the air swooped down like a swarm of birds of prey, just as Star-Lord had expected.

Star-Lord raised the corners of his mouth as he waved the weapon in his hand and let out a cheer, "Haha! God has finally favored us! Looks like we're going to turn defeat into victory! ”

His eyes gleamed with joy, and he adjusted his stance, ready for the two-line assault in the sky and on the ground. The arrival of this group of planes provided great support to Star-Lord on the ground, and he finally sensed a chance to counterattack.

Doujian gritted his teeth and was about to pounce directly on the white night, but suddenly noticed a black shadow rushing straight towards him. His eyes widened, and he saw a middle-aged man in a black leather coat coming quickly.

The mysterious man was silent, dressed in some kind of modified flying device and wearing a unique tuning fork crown pinned to his forehead.

The middle-aged man is like a black lightning bolt, passing through the night sky at an elusive speed. Doujian's gaze followed this sudden change, and his eyes widened in disbelief as he watched the middle-aged man come at a rapid pace.

The black leather coat hunted in the night wind, leaving a black shadow behind the middle-aged man, as if it was a falcon in the night. His face was obscured by his helmet, and his expression was unclear, but the indifferent atmosphere revealed an unusual aura.

The flying device emitted a faint engine hum, and the middle-aged man rushed towards the fighting sword without hesitation.

Doujian sensed the crisis, and a flash of hesitation and nervousness flashed across his face. The sudden appearance of this black figure made him feel a threat that he had never felt before. As the middle-aged man approached, Doujian suddenly stopped his action of rushing towards the white night.

And the white night didn't stop, and a dodge flew higher into the air, widening the distance from the fighting sword.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, and a powerful energy fluctuation emanated from his body. He roared at the fighting sword, and his voice roared like thunder, directly turning into a substantial and powerful sound wave.

"Get out—"

With this roar, a visible sound wave erupted, spreading violently towards the fighting sword. This is not only the propagation of sound, but also a shock wave of condensed energy.

Fighting Sword faced this powerful force, and a flash of shock flashed in his eyes. He hurriedly tried to resist, but the substantial sound wave slammed him out like an invisible giant palm.

His body writhed in the night sky several times, and finally fell heavily into the night in the distance.

This scene plunged the entire battlefield into silence, and the Cosmic Truth Cultists, both on the ship and on the ground, looked at the middle-aged man in amazement.

The middle-aged man scanned his surroundings indifferently, and the crown of the tuning fork on his forehead shimmered

(End of chapter)