Mecha: Return of the Pioneers

Chapter 2091 The Trapped Beast, Gamiras!
The Salazar star system, where Iskandar and Gamiras reside, is already engulfed in war.

Apart from the binary planetary system where Iskandar and Gamilas reside, all other planets in this system have been occupied by an endless stream of enemies, leaving Iskandar and Gamilas vulnerable to attacks from all sides and confined to their home planet.

"boom!!!"

"boom!!!"

Amidst the beams of countless positron impact cannons, an even larger number of torpedoes and missiles swarmed in, dragging the dark, indistinct fleet ahead into boundless flames of destruction.

But as the flames died down, even more dark fleets tore through the flames and appeared in front of the Gamiras fleet, continuing their battle.

"Bang!!"

"Damn it! How many warships do these ugly monsters have? We can't kill them all!"

After angrily punching his control panel, Formut Bagh roared in frustration.

"According to the intelligence returned by the dimensional submarine UX-01, the enemy seems to have set up a massive planetary fortress behind the star system. And these endless warships are produced from that planetary fortress."

With a black eyepatch over his right eye, Wim Hedlund crossed his arms and delivered an extremely cruel piece of information in a deep voice, before looking at the tall and imposing general beside him.

“General Demer, if we cannot launch an attack on that planetary fortress, we will eventually be worn down. Even with the aid of the Azure Fleet and the Morrowind Elves.”

General Elke Demel, the current pillar of the military in Gamiras and the only hope for the people of Gamiras, frowned slightly, clearly pondering how to break through the current situation.

Once relying on the advantage of puppet soldiers, Gamilas frantically massed its troops and crushed its opponents with massive numbers of warships. Now, it faces the same fate as its former adversary, being crushed into dust by a massive number of space warships.

"Heidrun. I'm sorry! With our current forces, it's really hard to think of a way to threaten their planetary fortress. Let UX-01 continue monitoring the enemy's movements!"

"But, if we could ask the Azure Fleet for help, we might be able to solve this."

Wim Hedlund made a suggestion.

"No! There's no need to say more! The Azure Fleet is under that lord's command. We have no right to ask them to do more. The fact that they've managed to maintain the current situation in Gamiras and Iskandar is already a huge help!"

Demel's attitude was very firm.

For him, the appearance of the Azure Fleet and the Morrowind Elves had already saved Gamilas and Iskandar from destruction. Given such a great favor, how could he allow his benefactors to risk their imminent annihilation by launching an attack on the enemy planetary fortress?

Moreover, as a general, Demel always had a premonition.

That is, the other side so blatantly placed the planetary fortress right at the entrance of the Salazar system, clearly intending to lure Gamilas into a desperate attack, gathering most of its forces to launch a surprise assault on the planetary fortress.

This is a conspiracy!

But Demel cannot accept it!

Once accepted, the consequences will inevitably be unbearable.

Not only will Gamiras be destroyed on the spot, but the Azure Fleet and the Morrowind Elves will also suffer heavy losses.

"But General! Are we just going to keep taking this beating? Tied up with these endless enemies every day!! Our Gamiras warriors are flesh-and-blood human beings! They shouldn't bleed to death in these repetitive and meaningless battles!"

Formut Bag clenched his fists tightly.

"No. This is not a pointless battle! Everyone in Gamiras."

Just then, the communication from the Azure Fleet rang.

(Illustrative image~)

Wearing a red battle robe and sitting on a bench, Maya spoke in a cold and sharp voice.

"Maintain the current front and wait for the right opportunity! We can win!"

“Ms. Maya! But, but we are currently…” Hedlund said subconsciously.

"No buts, Hedren. Keep going, and then you'll win. That's all."

Maya looked at Demel, nodded slightly, and then disconnected the communication.

Hedren sighed and looked at his general.

"General Demel, Ms. Maya, this is..."

Demel frowned deeply, but his frown soon relaxed.

"Perhaps our reinforcements have already arrived and are waiting for an opportunity."

"Reinforcements? An opportunity?"

Hedlund truly lived up to his reputation as Demel's adjutant.

Almost instantly, he understood Demel's idea.

"Could it be that esteemed person?"

"Yes. Only that person could earn the unconditional trust of the ladies of the Azure Fleet!"

Demel gradually revealed a hint of excitement in his smile.

As he raised his hand, he gradually grasped the riding whip, constantly bending it with force.

"I'm sure everyone's been holding back for a while now! So, it's time to let out all that pent-up frustration!"

"Heidren! Prepare for a full-scale counterattack!"

"Yes, General Demel! Long live Gamiras!"

"Long live Gamiras!"

Outside the Salazar system, within a planetary fortress belonging to the Tahuanga race.

Theodore, the war commander under the Tassages, sat with his legs crossed, holding a wine glass in his hand. He had a maid, whose entire nation had recently surrendered under the Tassangja offensive and become one of its enslaved races, fill the glass to add to the festive atmosphere of the battle.

"I must say, the civilization in this star system has some tough nuts to crack. They've managed to hold out until now, even against our endless fleet."

"Great messenger of the gods! This lowly slave wishes to speak on behalf of the messenger of the gods!"

As Theodore was speaking, an elderly man standing not far away, wearing a white robe with a shackle pattern, couldn't help but speak up.

"Oh? Old man. What are you trying to say?"

Theodore wasn't angry. He casually pointed and made the old man with double pupils speak.

"Yes! Great divine messenger. This is the Salazar system, which is also the home system of the once powerful race, the Gamiras."

"Once ruled a galaxy? Ha! They were nothing more than an indigenous civilization! They couldn't even leave a single universe, let alone the Tahuanga race, destined to become the successors of the great prophet and contend with us from the multiverse!!"

Theodore sneered and pointed at the old man who had given the information.

"You've been rewarded. Go down and enjoy your feast!"

The elderly man thanked them repeatedly and followed the Tahuanga soldiers, trembling, to the canteen to receive his reward.

"Yes!! I pledge my loyalty to the great divine messenger! May the stars protect the divine messenger!!"

(End of this chapter)