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Volume 1 Chapter 459 Balon; Alvin

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    Chapter 459: Balon; Alvin

    Wyndham stepped onto the corpses of the barbarian soldiers into the dim corridor.

    He looked around. The metal walls and the ground were covered with bullet marks and traces of huge impacts. Only a few of the bio-lamps on the top were still on. The luminous fungi spilled from the broken bio-lamps adhered to the walls and gave off a faint glow.  In the faint light, he saw dark red blood spots everywhere.  Several injured barbaric soldiers were leaning on the edge of the wall, their rapid breathing clearly audible.  From their eyes, Wyndham could not find the courage he had in the past to ignore death, only helplessness and helplessness.  The breath of life is dissipating bit by bit from their once strong bodies.  When faced with the onslaught of death, they are no different from ordinary people.

    The older deputy left Wyndham. He walked quickly to the soldiers who seemed to have been forgotten by their comrades, and leaned over to check their injuries.  Then he stood up helplessly, with a hint of sadness on his face.  Wyndham already knew the outcome, otherwise their comrades would not have abandoned them.

    The sound of human firearms could be heard faintly in the distance, as well as the clanging sound of metal colliding with metal. The battle continued!

    A fiery red figure emerged from the darkness in the distance. His movements were light and swift, but far away, Wyndham could hear the rapid and heavy breathing coming from his mouth.  That's a Chapter Scout!

    "Commander Wyndham," the scout shouted, with some shock and anxiety in his voice.

    "What happened?" Wyndham's voice echoed in the corridor.

    "We encountered some strange mechas. They they look like the mechas of the Divine Alliance You'd better go and have a look for yourself!" the scout said quickly.

    The older deputy frowned slightly, "How is the battle going?"

    "It's not going well, we are in a stalemate with the enemy. These corridors all lead to a place, and the secular people have built an underground square belowtheir mechas are all there! We believe that is the location of their command hub, at least  It's a place that's important to them," the scout replied.

    "Lead the way!" Windham's face showed a hint of excitement.  The secular man didn't know what materials were added when he built this underground labyrinth, and his ability to detect spiritual power was greatly interfered with.  They can now only identify the direction of attack by the direction of the air flow.

    Several clan guards followed closely behind the scout. Anything could happen in this underground tunnel.  Even if the wild warriors have cleared the entire corridor, there is no guarantee that new enemies will appear.  Windham and others followed behind them, and a ball of red light surged rapidly in the dim corridor.

    Xin Qiang reluctantly put down the weapon in his hand, and all the barbarians poured into the underground tunnel.  These ¡®battlefield killers¡¯ no longer have targets to shoot at.  In the dimness, he could vaguely see the dark red light emitting from the entrance of the corridor. It was the guard force left by the barbarians to defend the corridor.  They hid at the entrance of the corridor and refused to show any shadow.  Most of the barbarians were killed in the battle with the ghost mechas, but without the restraint of these people like Xin Qiang, their casualties might have been fewer.  Xin Qiang looked at the counter on the left arm of the mecha. The number displayed on it was sixty-three.  This means that he killed a total of sixty-three barbarians.  He opened the cockpit door of the mecha, and a strong and unpleasant smell hit his face. It was the smell of blood mixed with the nutrient solution of the biological mecha. Although it smelled bad, it was harmless to the human body.  All that's left now is waiting.  Perhaps if the barbarians retreated, he would have a chance to add a few more numbers to the counter.

    "How is everyone doing?" Xin Qiang took out a cigarette from the groove on the mecha panel and lit it. The fragrance of the high-quality tobacco produced in Munro immediately dispelled the stench in the air.  This is what most soldiers enjoy doing after a tough battle.  With the development of science and technology, stimulant drugs have replaced drugs and become something that everyone can enjoy, and they are harmless to the human body.  But it can still become addictive, and excessive abuse can slow down the reaction speed of the human nervous system.  The military absolutely prohibits soldiers from using stimulant-like drugs.  Of course, some special forces will be equipped with similar agents to stimulate the combat effectiveness of soldiers in a short period of time.  However, there are quite strict regulations on use and management.

    Xin Qiang¡¯s mecha panel emitted a low beep, and someone sent him a message.  Xin Qiang twisted his body to make himself sit more comfortably, and then opened the long list of casualties.  The list was so long that he almost didn't want to read it anymore.  People are bound to die in war, even if they are fully prepared.  But the huge gap in combat power between them and the barbarians cannot be bridged by any preparation.  They can only try to narrow this gap, but cannot completely close it.  Some of the people on the list he knew, and many more whose names he had never even heard of.

    "You are luckier than me!  Xin Qiang took a deep puff of his cigarette and said, "I can finally run to another world and taste what it's like to be a god."  "Xin Qiang murmured to himself. He knew what the other world was like, but for some reason he still felt his nose was a little sore. He raised his hand to rub his moist eyes, "Damn, you are so worthless!  "He flicked the unburned cigarette butt high into the sky along the firing hole of the bunker.

    A deep gunshot echoed over the battlefield strewn with corpses, and the cigarette butts rolling in the air were shattered.  Xin Qiang's whole body trembled, and he leaned down reflexively, hitting his forehead heavily on the bump of the driver's seat.  He opened the team communication channel angrily, "Who fired the gun? Which fucking barbarian have you ever seen smoking?" There was a burst of snickering in the communication channel.

    The black blending into the darkness is shrouded in a dazzling golden yellow.  While the barbarians were fighting on that black invincible fortress, the starry sky far away from them was immersed in silence.  Both the Charno fleet and the Divine Alliance fleet were careful to avoid entering the opponent's shooting range.  The starship's starship cannon emits a dense light, and all starships have completed their maximum charging.  However, the battle was about to break out, but it always maintained a strange calm.  Both sides are waiting for the showdown on the planetary fortress to come to a final conclusion.  The battle there determines who will have the last laugh.  The only difference is that one party is uneasy, while the other party is full of confidence.

    When Wyndham saw those golden mechas, his first reaction was that the Shenmen had betrayed them.  His heart sank suddenly, but after careful observation, he overturned his suspicion.  The combat effectiveness of those golden mechas was too astonishing, and the invincible barbarians had no advantage in front of them.  It is impossible for the people of the Divine Alliance to have such strong strength!  But this discovery is not good news, and is even more unacceptable than the betrayal of the Shenlian people.  This would mean that all the savage's understanding of the secular world would be overturned.  Those ordinary people who were originally vulnerable and waiting to be slaughtered like livestock were far stronger than they imagined. They even had the power to compete head-on with the barbarians.  Wyndham's mood became even worse. When he thought about the number of secular people in this world, he could not calm down.  To them, they are returnees, returning to the world to regain everything they have lost.  But to these worldly people, they are invaders.

    He felt that in this vast hall underground, the spiritual power of the barbarians was connected as one, and secular people should worship this supreme power.  But a power he couldn't feel in the darkness offset the shock of mental pressure.  For the first time, he had a slight doubt about His Holiness's decision.  Giving up eternal life and bringing war to this world, they thought they would return as conquerors.  But the cruel facts dealt a heavy blow to all the tribesmen.  The secular people are not as vulnerable as the 'Honored One' said. They do suffer heavy casualties, but the same is true for the barbarians.  If we compare the population base of both sides, the barbarians are actually at a slight disadvantage in this battle.  As a senior commander, Wyndham knew that beneath the obedience and subservience of the barbarians, there was an inexplicable undercurrent surging, which was a force trying to break away from the will of the 'Honored One'.  When they decided to return to the world, this power became unprecedentedly powerful.

    Home, a distant and familiar memory came to Wyndham's mind. Where is the home of the barbarians?  Is it that purgatory-like sealed place, or is this a world that only exists in the memories of most people?  Secular people fight bloody battles to defend their homes, but what about them?  Are they returnees taking back their own homes, or invaders invading other people's homes?  Al Drogo once told them how vast the world was.  Is war the only way to solve all problems?  Can't they find a place in this world that truly belongs to them?  The home they are familiar with is the point that has long been submerged in the vast sea of ??stars, and the earth is the home in the memories of the barbarians.  But now all they are doing is trying every possible means to enslave and occupy a world that does not belong to them in the first place.

    The golden mechas were arranged in a row. They stood firm in the attack of the barbarians, like golden rocks in the angry tide. No matter how crazy the barbarians counterattack, they would not be shaken at all.  On their two wings, a battle formation composed of ink-black mechas echoed them. The dazzling light of the light energy weapons and the sharp blades waved into shadows left behind the lives of the barbarians.

    This underground square is so vast that Wyndham, standing on the high ground, can't see the edge at a glance.  This is like an underground world, as vast as the world above.  Millions of people are fighting here, and you come and go without feeling crowded at all.  Soon the smell of blood filled the air again.

    Wyndham has long passed the age of youth and vigour, but he felt that his heart was filled with some kind of passionate pride, as if he had returned to the burning passion.age.  He let out a loud roar and rushed towards the center of the battlefield.  The battle has progressed to this point, and he, the commander, no longer has the need to command.  Either defeat the enemy in front of him, or be defeated by the enemy in front of him. There is no other possibility. The wild battle group behind him is moving towards the battlefield like a tide of courage.  Wyndham's actions made their morale high. This is the battle that the barbarians yearn for. There are no plots and tricks, only the enemy in front of them!

    However, behind the mecha battle formation, in the deep tunnels that the barbarians could not see, countless ghost mechas were ready to go. A piece of golden color was in front of them, and at the forefront of the golden color stood a jet black mecha.  A, all eyes are focused on that mecha.  That is their Emperor, who will lead them to crush the last madness of the barbarians.  The fighting spirit that solidified into substance continued to accumulate. When the barbarians launched the final attack, a louder sound echoed in the deep space. There were bursts of war songs, loud bugles, and countless mechas rushed out.  Corridor, rush towards the fiery red with unhesitating momentum.

    The horn of the final battle has sounded, and the two strongest forces will decide who is the real strongest warrior in a more glorious way!¡ª¡ª

    In the vast starry sky, a human fleet stagnated quietly in the void, soundlessly as if it had lost all power.  A faint black mist enveloped the entire fleet.

    Baron Alvin looked coldly at the figures milling around him. He had completed his mission.  That weak spirit was still struggling in his body. It would be easy to completely eliminate him, but he was not prepared to do so.  He has spent a long time in a world of endless nothingness, and this wait is nothing.  Compared with his vast power, the remaining spirit was insignificant and not worthy of his too much concentration.

    Behind him, several tribesmen who had completed soul possession were quietly realizing the novelty that this new life form brought to them.  The evolution of life in this universe has completely gone astray. They have given up the power of the soul and pursued the power of spirit and body.  A disdainful smile appeared on Balon Irwin's face. They will never understand that only the soul is indestructible. Only with the extremely powerful soul power can they resist the disaster when the universe is destroyed.  But these things are too far away for a world that has never experienced the destruction of the universe.

    "Aiwen, should I call you this, right?" A voice came from behind Baron Aiwen. The voice was a little stiff. This tribesman has not yet fully controlled this body.  He turned around and looked at the staggering figure of this clumsy tribesman.  "If it's according to their habits, you can call me that!"

    Baron Irwin felt the weak spirit deep in his body shouting angrily, your name and everything about you will belong to me, he told the other party.  He loved to see the helpless struggles of spirits deprived of bodies; it was a good pastime for him.  Therefore, he never directly destroys weak souls like other tribesmen. He likes to watch them slowly die because they are not replenished.  The process from angry resistance to helpless despair is really wonderful.

    How many people are there in this human fleet?  Balon Alvin, no, the new Balon Alvin who should inherit everything from Balon Alvin thought silently, about ten million!  For the sealed tribesmen, this number should be enough.  They have waited in the void for so long and finally have the chance to return to this world.  Balon Irvine gently touched that weak spiritual body with the power of his soul.  Perhaps he should make a special trip to thank the grandfather of this spiritual body. It was his help time and time again that gave him the opportunity to seize this young body.  In return, he should probably also allow that person's body to have the honor of housing the soul of a tribesman.

    "How long have we been sealed?" A majestic voice sounded, and Baron Irwin immediately put away the carelessness on his face and bowed to answer.  "Probably a few thousand years ago."

    "It's not too long, there is still plenty of time!" The most powerful soul always has the right to choose the body first. Their leader chose Hall, which is Hall's honor.  The leader obviously did not leave Hall's spirit behind. Under the impact of his powerful soul power, Hall ceased to exist.  A complete death, his life mark completely disappeared in this universe.

    ¡°This place is perfect for us!¡±

    "Yes! They are very weak. Compared with those powerful races, they are more likely to be parasitized." Bronn Irwin knew very well that the word parasite was not very appropriate, but he could not find other words in the language of these creatures.  adjective.  "And there are enough of them!"

    "You did a good job, Wanderer!" All wandering soul explorers are called Wanderers. They are the best in the soul world. They are good at finding bodies suitable for their tribesmen to live in in a new world.

      And these soul creatures who pursue the enemy but are accidentally sealed by the enemy are called hunters.  Of course, it is described in the language of this world.

    That was a total accident!

    They did not expect that those damn creatures were willing to give up their lives rather than contribute their bodies.  In fact, people don't like their bodies very much. They prefer physical bodies, like human beings!  It is not very important whether the body is composed of carbon-based organisms or something else.  Only warriors like the bodies of those creatures of light.

    Warriors, like hunters, also represent a branch of soul creatures.  The long and long evolution has made their social structure extremely simplified.  Just like the rich species of life in this world, they originally came from different races, but the disaster of universe destruction brought them together. After being separated from the body and spirit, all souls are the same.  In fact, the same goes for the creatures in this world. It is precisely because of their souls that they have life. Unfortunately, they are never aware of this.  If there are powerful soul creatures among them, they don't care about sharing this world with them. All conquest and parasitism are just to cope with the arrival of another universe destruction.  Aimless living will only lead to the extinction of the entire species along with the entire universe.

    "Another wanderer, what is he doing now?"

    "He is leading his tribe to fight against humans!"

    "Aside from destroying the body we need, what practical significance does this have?" Hall asked with a frown.  Bronn Aiwen sincerely admired the leader for being able to completely master this body so quickly.  Before becoming the hunter leader, he was also a wanderer and became the host of seven different life forms. Perhaps it was this transcendent experience that allowed him to quickly adapt to this body.  The parasitism of the soul is not unlimited. Frequent parasitism will consume a lot of soul power, and the final result is to fall into endless sleep.  Of course, the self-repair of the soul will eventually allow him to wake up again, but a waste of time is a waste of life. Not accumulating enough soul power will only prevent you from escaping the next disaster of universe destruction.

    "The parasitic target he chose is too powerful, maybe" Baron Irwin hesitated.

    Space and time are characteristics common to all universes.  As souls, they are fortunate to no longer be affected by time, but they cannot escape the shackles of space.  After escaping the destruction of the universe time and time again, they thought they could enter a brand new world.  But every time they found out that they just jumped from one room to another.

    The tribesmen gathered the power of their souls to open a space passage for them, but the two of them entered different rooms.  The wanderer unfortunately entered a small room, where a group of sealed humans became his target.  Unfortunately, he was unlucky. The target he chose was too powerful, and the trauma caused by the battle for souls may have damaged his memory.  But he himself is by no means lucky. He is trapped in a smaller space and can only associate with those mindless spirits.  If Balon's ambition hadn't driven him to continuously send fresh blood, perhaps he would still be trapped in that narrow space gap at this moment.

    ¡°We can contact a therapist!¡± Baron Irwin suggested.  Hunters are hunters, and they don't know how to deal with clansmen whose souls are damaged.

    "Maybe not!" Hall said, touching his chin, which was a very human action.  "We can destroy him directly!"

    A piercing chill enveloped Balon Alvin, and the leader inherited his usual ruthlessness.  Indeed, rather than spending a lot of soul power to summon the healer, it is more convenient to simply destroy him.  The world of souls is also rife with dangerous competition.  The object of competition is the soul power of all living things.  The wise sage described the soul as the synthesis of all good things.  But that is only after obtaining enough soul power to deal with the destruction of the universe. Before that, if there is a chance to destroy a similar person, I believe that few people will be soft-hearted.  If every crossing did not require a protracted war with the creatures of that universe, perhaps a soul civil war would have broken out between them.  Some soul creatures, who are often very powerful, choose to go their own way.  Not being with their own kind makes it easier for them to collect enough soul power.  But most souls still decided to obey the leadership of the whole. Together, their chances of survival are greater. The continuous invasion has sharply reduced their numbers, but the strength of individuals can barely make up for the loss in numbers.

    The cabin of the starship was quiet, and most of the tribesmen who had completed their parasitism did not object to the leader's proposal.  To them, this doesn't matter at all.  But Balon Irvine, who is also a wanderer, doesn't think so.  "Maybe we can observe for a while longer!" He tried his best to give his companions a chance to survive.

      Hall stared at him, unable to see the emotions that humans should have in his eyes. His blue eyes flashed with a strange light, which was suffocating.  After a long time, he nodded slowly, "I don't want it to happen again!"

    Baron Irvine felt a trace of cold sweat flowing down his back, and his body showed his emotions in a way he had never experienced before.  His contribution to finding a new host for his people saved his precarious life.  But he's also exhausted it.  He sighed helplessly.  It might not have been a good decision to keep that weak spirit, he felt like he was acting more like a human being.

    ¡°What shall we do next?¡± a voice asked the leader.

    "Harvest!" The leader's answer was unusually concise.  The hunter's job is to search for traces of rebels, but in some cases, they don't mind playing the role of 'reaper'.  Especially when the race they face is so weak.

    "This universe is bigger and younger than what we have encountered before." The leader's voice maintained Holt's unique soft tone, which was the voice of a noble.  "But their power is also the most powerful. The war has been going on for tens of thousands of years before we were sealed, but we have not yet achieved the final victory! If we can obtain enough soul power here, then we can  Find a place to settle down, spend a peaceful period of time, and quietly wait for the last moment to arrive!"

    The leader¡¯s voice was full of bewilderment, and Bronn Irwin knew that the leader was using this method to provide a good wish for his people.  He does this often.  But good wishes don¡¯t always come true, and they often do.  As a wanderer, Balon Irwin has a smarter mind than others. Soul creatures have abandoned their bodies and spirits, but that does not mean that they will become exactly the same, as smart, or as stupid. They  A person's intelligence depends on their experience and not on the length of their existence.  Balon Irvine's experience is enough for him to understand what the leader is doing now.

    The fleet started slowly, and they headed towards a remote star field.  That was originally where they wanted to go, and there was a space gate there that could reach another starry sky.  The starship is still the same starship, and the people are still the same people, but the human soul is no longer the original soul.

    The leader does not want to fight the race called the barbarians.  They have just returned to this world from the endless void. Their power is not strong enough and they need to be replenished.  Since that race can damage a wanderer's soul, there is absolutely no need for them to provoke them first.  In another starry sky, some weaker and larger creatures were waiting for them.

    There are countless comatose humans lying in the cabin at the bottom of the fleet. There are not that many souls that need to be parasitized among the hunters.  They are only an insignificant part of the huge group of soul creatures.  They are hunters!  They cannot directly harvest the souls of creatures like the 'Reapers'.  They can only complete the absorption of soul power through a medium.  Or they can devour them through parasitism.  Parasitizing a living, conscious being is like waging a war. No soul is willing to become food for another soul.  But fortunately, the soul's will is connected to his body and spirit. Just like now, those who have lost their minds are the best objects to devour.

    In past invasions, they have always done this secretly.  Quietly eroding a new world, but there are exceptions.  Just like the war that broke out in this world, although the creatures in this world have not yet figured out their nature, they have invented instruments that can identify them.  This also allowed a slow invasion to turn into a war.  However, humans are not yet part of the Resistance Alliance, and they don't have that kind of equipment.  The leader hopes that they can obtain enough soul power through this secret method.  Like other tribesmen, he destroyed the original soul in his body. After the soul disappeared, it was obviously impossible for them to read the original memory of the living body they inhabited from the brain.  The remaining instincts in the body allow them to easily master the body's original skills, but it is impossible for them to think like humans.

    Baron Irvin can do it!  He kept that soul, although doing so was more to satisfy his strange addictions, but it also allowed him to understand the world far beyond that of his people.  A war is breaking out in the outside world, dooming all the leader's ideas to come to nothing.  But he wasn't going to tell the leader this.  Whether or not to retain the original soul is his personal matter, and it is difficult for others to know.  He regarded this hiding as revenge against the leader for depriving him of the credit he should have enjoyed because of his right to fight for the survival of his companions.  Originally, he should have received the power of a thousand souls, or even higher rewards, but now these are all taken for himself by the leader.  If it were before, he might have endured it silently, butThe memory of a soul taught him a better way to deal with it.  revenge!  A very rare term, at least in his past parasitic process, he has never felt it from other hosts.

    The more Balon Irvine digs into the memory of this weak life, the more curious he becomes.  He couldn't help but marvel at the complexity of this life form.  There are no lies or deceit in the world of souls.  There is never a reason to lie between souls.  In fact, it is impossible to lie using the language of thought, even if you wanted to.  Of course, this does not mean that all the exchanges between them are true. The long and long years have made some facts and fiction intertwined. In many cases, even they themselves cannot tell which ones are the truth in the strict sense.  But he who lives in this body can freely choose whether what he says is the truth or a lie.  This made him realize a kind of ease and freedom that he had never experienced before, and he was proud of being able to retain the freedom of his own thoughts¡ª¡ª

    Wyndham fled in panic surrounded by guards. The fear of approaching death firmly occupied his heart, and at the same time dispelled his glory as a warrior.  Their self-confidence comes from their strength. When this strength is shattered by something more powerful, the long-lost fear instantly breaks down the defenses of the soul.  Behind him, countless mechas were swarming toward them, led by a jet black mecha.  Black and gold swallow up the red!

    What really shattered Wyndham's confidence was not the flood of mechas, but the inconspicuous jet black mecha.  In their eyes, it was not a mecha at all, but the Lord of Hell who came out of hell. Wherever he went, he would cause a bloody storm. His superpowers and combat skills were what the barbarians were proud of.  Everything fell apart in front of that mecha.  He is the unrivaled tip of the spear. Thirty-nine Chapter Masters fell on his way forward. He has a clear goal and rushes straight towards him. His target is Wyndham!  No one can stop him from advancing all the way and killing all the way. His appearance seems to make the entire battlefield boil. In Wyndham's eyes, all the mechas are going crazy. The high morale that the barbarians have just gathered is in this madness.  Beaten down, trampled on!  He and his subordinates fought desperately, but still retreated step by step.

    He tried to resist.  He led his personal guards and swarmed forward. They were all the most outstanding wilderness warriors, but when facing the mecha, they were as clumsy as children who had just learned to fight.  That mecha seemed to have some strange ability, able to predict all their movements and even their thoughts.  He wandered among them, and the alloy blade in his hand always appeared in the least expected place, making it difficult to guard against. Every time he swung it, he took away a life. He was like an elf in the dark night dancing to reap the life of death.  Dance is elegant, noble, and invincible.  The light energy gun in his hand never stopped shooting, and the light that shot out quickly connected into a spear of light, which was invincible.  The air was filled with some kind of power that they had never felt before. That kind of power was sacred and majestic, as if every attack they made was disrespectful to the gods and they would be punished from heaven and earth.

    When one heroic guard after another fell at Wyndham's feet, his psychological defense finally collapsed completely.  The loyal old man was lying on the ground not far from him. His chest was penetrated by the light beam. His eyes that were once full of wisdom stared lifelessly at the towering ceiling, his face still filled with emotion.  The despair that has not dissipated.  Savage warriors came from all directions to fill the gap left by a fallen guard. They used their flesh and blood to resist the slaughter of the steel mecha, and the blood splashed in the air to form a beautiful bloody rainbow.  .

    In the end, Wyndham made his choice.  He was running away, and his guards were following him all the way. This was something that a barbarian warrior had never done before. Huge shame and despair tore at Wyndham's heart.  Many years ago, he did the same thing. Facing the disaster of the Fiery Purgatory, escaping was not a shameful thing.  But the barbarians have never chosen to escape in front of the enemy.  However, there is a first time for everything!

    The battle formation collapsed, and the courage of the barbarians also collapsed. They fled along the corridor in panic like bereaved dogs.

    There was deathly silence in the command bridge of the 'Holy Light'.  The long-range battlefield observer showed an astonishing scene on the planetary fortress in front of them.  The Charnorans did not prevent them from doing so.  In fact, most of the Charno people were watching the aftermath of this battle with relish.  Of course, the pictures that are pleasing to the eyes of the Charno people, but falling in front of the eyes of the Divine Alliance, are a different feeling.

    "Three million barbarians it took Charno less than a day to defeat them?" Melnikov's trembling voice still contained a hint of disbelief.  He had predicted the defeat of the barbarians, but he never thought that the barbarians would be defeated so completely and so miserably.  What made him even more shuddered was that it was not fighter planes, artillery, or conspiracy that defeated the barbarians.??It's a Charnorian mecha!

    "Fortunately we didn't send out the Temple Knights." Jon murmured as he looked at the mechas that were hunting around with a complicated expression.  If even the Barbarians couldn't stand up to the Charnorans' mechas, they couldn't either.

    "Yes! Fortunately!" Melnikov nodded in agreement with lingering fear, "The barbarian made a big mistake! He should not have attacked that planetary fortress."

    "Fortunately, they attacked the planetary fortress, so we had a chance to survive."

    "Then what should we do next?" The shock on Melnikov's face quickly turned into calm.  The Savages are finished. No matter how unexpected their failure is, failure is failure.  Whether it's shock or fear, all of this can be savored later.  The important thing now is, what should these people do?  Surprisingly, he didn't hear Jon's answer.  He turned and looked at his chief of staff, and he saw some undue sadness on his face.  Doubts arose in his heart, what was Jon sad about?  He seemed to have little affection for those barbarians, but the sadness on his face didn't seem fake.

    "You are the commander, you should answer this question!" Jon responded quickly, and he immediately noticed Melnikov's doubts.  He hurriedly covered it up.

    "Retreat or surrender?"

    "Retreat?" Jon's gaze moved to the porthole, through which the Charno starship was clearly visible.  And he also knew that it was the same in places that couldn't be seen through the portholes.  This was clearly displayed on the battlefield radar in front of him.  They were surrounded by Charnian starships.

    "If we surrender" Melnikov said hesitantly.

    "Then our family members will all die! And there will only be more deaths than last time!" Jon bluntly pointed out the disaster that Melnikov's decision may bring, and he expressed his feelings in this way.  Negative opinion.

    "If we fight, we have no chance of winning. We may not even have a chance to escape." Melnikov said helplessly.

    "General, there is a communication request from Charno. Do you want to connect it to you?" A communications staff officer looked at the two top fleet commanders expectantly.  The decision of the two of them will determine the survival of tens of millions of soldiers in the entire fleet.
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