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However, the Randan fleet did not retreat because of repeated setbacks.

For both sides, this war carries the honor of their race, the hope of survival, and the struggle for dominance of the universe. No side is willing to give up easily.

With the determination to go all out, the commander of the Ran Dan fleet gave an order, and in an instant, countless densely packed small fighter planes swarmed out from the Ran Dan battleship. The scene was like a group of extremely hungry locusts, rushing towards the defense line of the First Legion.

These small fighter planes are compact and flexible in appearance, with cold metallic light flashing all over their bodies. Their engines spew out faint blue flames, forming a strange and shocking light and shadow against the dark background of the universe.

Although the individual combat effectiveness of these small fighters is indeed limited and their weapons and equipment are not outstanding, their advantage is that there are so many of them, stacked layer upon layer, and densely packed.

With this absolute advantage in numbers, they quickly broke through the outer defensive firepower network carefully arranged by the First Legion.

For a moment, the warships of the First Legion were surrounded by these small fighter planes and engaged in a close combat.

In an instant, the universe became a completely chaotic battlefield.

The sharp roar of the fighter plane engines was like countless steel needles piercing the eardrums; the explosions of the weapons exchanged were deafening, one after another, and each explosion was accompanied by dazzling flames and flying debris.

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Chapter 210 Inner Ring Lion Hunt: Lion King "Good" (Happy New Year's Eve!)

These fragments, some of which are the wreckage of fighter planes, and some of which are parts of warships, are flying all over the universe like a deadly rain of metal.

The soldiers of the First Legion were battle-hardened and did not panic at all in the face of this sudden and crazy attack.

Relying on their rich combat experience and tacit teamwork, they adjusted their tactics in an orderly manner.

Some of the warships were surrounded by a flash of light, and their energy shields were activated.

These shields are translucent and emit a soft blue light, like a tough protective film that tightly wraps the warship.

The small fighter planes rammed madly and recklessly, but only caused ripples on the shield, like an egg hitting a rock, and could not shake the battleship at all.

The other warships decisively adjusted their gun barrels and concentrated their firepower on Ran Dan's battleship. The main guns on these warships were huge and had thick barrels. Every time they fired, they were accompanied by a dazzling energy beam.

The beam of light cut through the dark universe, carrying the momentum of destroying the world, and rushed towards the Randan battleship accurately.

Every time a beam of light hit, a huge fireball would rise from the Ran Dan battleship, causing violent vibrations. The metal shell of the ship was melted by the high temperature, revealing the intricate internal wiring and equipment emitting thick smoke.

With the continued fierce attack of the First Legion, the shield of Randan's battleship was finally overwhelmed and completely shattered.

Immediately afterwards, beams of energy pierced through the ship's hull like sharp blades, triggering a chain of explosions.

Flames shot up into the sky inside the ship, various facilities were torn to pieces by the powerful impact, and pipes broke, spewing out raging flames and high-pressure steam.

In the command room, Commander Ran Dan looked at the chaotic battle situation with despair and unwillingness on his face.

The battleship's power system failed, and the ship slowly lost control, spinning helplessly in space.

Not long after, the core energy compartment of Ran Dan's battleship exploded violently. The entire battleship was instantly engulfed in flames and turned into countless fragments that drifted in the universe.

Standing in the command center, Zhuang Sen stared intently at the battlefield situation on the holographic projection. He ordered firmly and forcefully, "Clear those small fighters, then wait for supplies from the 11th Legion and the Titan Legion before advancing!"

His words were clearly transmitted to the ears of every inner circle knight through the communication channel.

After hearing the order, the knights in the inner circle immediately took action.

They were clad in heavy and advanced power armor, and each step they took was steady and powerful, making a dull sound on the metal floor of the battleship.

These power armors not only provide powerful protection capabilities, but also have built-in advanced communication and tactical assistance systems, allowing knights to maintain close contact and efficient collaboration on the battlefield at all times.

In the passage leading to the fighter jet landing apron, the knights marched in unison and had a tacit understanding with each other.

In their hands they held weapons that had been carefully modified to be most effective against small fighters.

Some knights were armed with heavy grenade launchers, the gun bodies flashing with a cold metallic luster, and the huge muzzles seemed to be able to swallow everything; others were equipped with energy spears, the energy cores on the top of the spears emitted a faint blue light and hummed, as if they couldn't wait to join the battle.

When we arrived at the apron, we saw fighter jets with unique shapes lined up in an orderly manner.

These fighters are the elite equipment of the First Legion. They have smooth fuselage lines and are covered with a special energy shield generator on the surface, which can effectively resist attacks from small fighters.

The knights quickly boarded the fighter plane and skillfully operated various instruments.

Their eyes revealed determination and confidence, as if what they were about to face was not a dangerous battle, but an ordinary hunt.

With a low roar, the fighter's engine started, and the powerful thrust allowed the fighter to slowly rise.

The door to the helipad slowly opened, revealing the dark universe.

The knights drove their fighter planes out one after another, flying towards the remaining small fighter planes like arrows.

In space, the remaining small fighter planes were running around like headless flies.

Although their numbers have been greatly reduced, they are still trying to make a final struggle.

The inner ring knights quickly formed a combat formation and used the maneuverability and weapon advantages of the fighter planes to encircle and suppress the small fighter planes.

A knight piloted a fighter plane, moving flexibly among the enemy groups.

His fingers danced quickly on the console, locking onto a small fighter plane.

With a roar, the heavy grenade launcher spewed out flames, and dense bullets rained down on the target.

The small fighter plane was hit instantly, thick smoke billowed out of the fuselage, and then it exploded, turning into a fireball and dissipating in the universe.

Thanks to the efforts of the knights, the remaining small fighters were gradually wiped out.

After completing their mission, they did not return to the warship immediately, but patrolled the surrounding airspace to ensure that no fish escaped.

At the same time, inside the warship, the logistics personnel were also busy.

They constantly checked various equipment to ensure that the warships remained in top condition while waiting for supplies from the 11th Legion and support from the Titan Legion.

Technicians are maintaining and upgrading aircraft and weapons to prepare for the next battle.

Finally, as everyone was eagerly waiting, the transport fleet of the 11th Legion slowly appeared in sight.

Huge transport ships loaded with supplies brought much-needed energy, weapons, and equipment to the First Legion.

At the same time, the huge figure of the Titan Legion came into view.

These Titans, like walking steel fortresses, towered into the clouds and exuded a terrifying deterrent force.

Zhuang Sen was concentrating on directing the allocation of supplies and the reorganization of the fleet when a sudden burst of rapid beeps rang out from the communicator, interrupting the busy yet orderly rhythm in the command room.

He pressed the answer button and a familiar voice came out: "Zhuang Sen, you should have received it, right?"

Zhuang Sen raised his chin slightly, his eyes scanning the neatly arranged supply ships and the majestic Titan army outside the cabin. The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, and with a smile that seemed to indicate his determination, he responded calmly and forcefully, "Yes, we're here. Don't worry, I'll be able to remove Lord Randan's head soon."

At this moment, he was supported by sufficient resources and was full of confidence, as if victory was already in his grasp. Every word he spoke revealed unquestionable self-confidence.

After a brief silence, a gentle and concerned voice came from the other end of the communication, like the warm spring sun, bringing a touch of warmth to this cold and cruel cosmic battlefield: "Wait, Zhuang Sen, wait a little longer, wait for us to arrive, and we will face it together. Don't forget, we are all blood relatives."

That voice was full of sisterly concern and trust, without the slightest hesitation or doubt.

Zhuang Sen's Adam's apple rolled subconsciously, and he uttered a word in a low but firm voice: "Okay."

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Chapter 211 Randan War

The Indomitable Truth, the Razor of Truth, the Heracles Fenri and the Solar Glory, the four giant ships are like steel beasts from ancient mythology, emitting a cold and majestic metallic luster, and are the first to break through the waves in the vast starry sky.

Their hulls are enormous, and their surfaces are engraved with complex and mysterious runes, which are symbols of the wisdom and glory accumulated by human civilization over the long years.

Each giant ship is equipped with a powerful power system, and the plasma beams ejected from the engine are like the tails of stars, dragging long, bright trails in the darkness.

Behind these four flagships are the mighty fleets of the other four legions.

The ships are densely packed and as numerous as stars, and each warship carries the hope and courage of mankind.

They are arranged in neat and orderly formations, extending a steel torrent in the dark universe, majestic and covering the sky and the sun.

The fleet includes both huge battleships equipped with heavy weapons and flexible and agile frigates responsible for reconnaissance and raids. Each type of ship performs its own duties and together constitutes an iron barrier for mankind in the universe.

Every soldier in the fleet is the best carefully selected by humans from their respective planets in this era.

They were dressed in specially made power armor, holding advanced weapons in their hands, with determination and fearlessness in their eyes.

Some soldiers stand out in countless battles with their outstanding military talents; some rely on top scientific and technological wisdom to develop tactics that can change the situation of the battle; and some rely on their iron will and courage to persevere to the end in rigorous training.

They gathered here for a common goal - to fight for the glory and loyalty of the human empire.

The outbreak of this war was already destined, and as expected, the human fleet and the Randan fleet met head-on.

In an instant, the quiet universe became a sea of ​​fire.

The artillery fire in the sky was like a surging wave, interweaving and colliding with each other with destructive power.

Laser beams crisscrossed like sharp blades, cutting through the dark universe; missiles dragged long tails of flame, drawing deadly tracks in the darkness, and each explosion was accompanied by dazzling light and huge energy impact.

The warships of both sides shuttled through the artillery fire, and each attack carried destructive power.

The energy shield flickered under the impact of the artillery fire, and sometimes it was hit, bursting into a dazzling light, as dazzling as the sun, and then cracks appeared on the shield.

The battleship's hull was also being attacked, with deep grooves appearing on it. Hot metal fragments were flying everywhere, and some fragments were even melted by the high temperature, turning into liquid metal, which cooled and solidified in the universe, forming strange metal crystals.

The stars seemed to be trembling in this terrible war.

The huge energy fluctuations affected the nearby asteroid belt. Asteroids were hit by the artillery fire and shattered instantly, turning into countless cosmic dust.

These dusts drifted in space, forming a dust cloud filled with the smell of death, reflecting the fire on the battlefield, making the entire battlefield look even more gloomy and terrifying.

The originally peaceful galaxy has become unrecognizable because of this war, and is filled with the breath of death and destruction.

Both sides have longed for this war for forty-seven years, and hatred and ambition have continued to ferment over the long years.

The human fleet is eager to completely destroy the power of Randan through this victory and to regain its position in the galaxy; while the Randan fleet also wants to defeat humans and open up its own hegemony.

This is a war with no retreat, and both sides will give their all.

A horrible, terrifying, and hateful aura echoed in the starry sky.

Whether it is Randan or human, ships are perishing all the time in this fierce moment of conflict.

The flames of the explosion flickered continuously, and warships were reduced to wreckage in the artillery fire and scattered in the universe.

The souls of these brave warriors were actually absorbed into the warship of Lord Randan.

Inside the command cabin of the Sun's Glory, the atmosphere was heavy and oppressive.

The Eleventh Primarch, Hui Le, clenched his fists, his eyes burning with anger. "I will go and deal with the Lord of Randan. Such wastefulness and desecration of souls is unforgivable. Only destruction awaits him."

As soon as she finished speaking, the energy around her began to surge, and instantly transformed into endless thunderbirds and thunder, tightly wrapping Lario and Lyra together.

"Be careful." Aurora's voice was full of worry, and her eyes were fixed on Hui Le, as if she wanted to pass all her blessings and strength to him.

"Don't worry!" Hui Le's voice echoed three times, and then she left the Sun's Glory like a bolt of thunder, leaving only her voice echoing in this space.

The galloping endless thunderbirds, carrying the boundless power of thunder, sped towards the Lord of Randan's ship.

Along the way, endless artillery fire poured towards the Thunderbird. However, the moment these artillery fire touched the Thunderbird, they disappeared like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun.

The eleventh Primarch broke into the Lord of Randan's flagship.

The deafening roar of the Thunderbird filled every space of the ship. The sound contained the power of anger and justice, making the entire ship tremble.

Countless Randan soldiers in the fleet died in an instant. Even the creations carefully crafted by the Lord of Randan - the Randan march, were hit by the powerful force and fell into chaos.

Finally, the Lord of Randan took action.

It stood on a huge command platform, its body tall and twisted, emitting a strange psychic light all over its body.

The alien monarch wields endless psychic power in his hands, and the tentacle-like energy enslaves and controls the souls of countless races.

These ghosts screamed, roared, and resentfully in pain, their voices intertwined to form a creepy wave of sound.

The Lord of Randan suddenly clenched his hand into a fist and slammed it towards the thunderbird. The powerful psychic power instantly knocked the thunderbird back.

The voices of the dead echoed in the ship, like a death symphony full of resentment.

As a result of this powerful energy fluctuation, Lord Randan's flagship temporarily stopped issuing orders and fell into brief chaos.

But then they started, self-directed.

Both sides fought with all their might in this small yet extremely vast battlefield - the Lord of Randan's flagship.

Violent energy overflowed, and their bodies seemed to be twisted and deformed, turning into endless monsters, whose terrifying forms appeared and disappeared in the darkness.

Every corner of the ship was filled with endless spiritual energy. These spiritual energies collided and blended with each other, flashing a strange light and illuminating the smoke and breath of death that filled the ship.

The sound of artillery fire continued all around. It was the warships of both sides attacking each other in the universe. The roar of the shells came through the thick hull, intertwining with the chaos inside the ship, adding a bit of tension and terror.

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Chapter 212: The Unfinished God-Slaying Spear: The Powerful Lord of Randan

The Lord of Randan obviously did not like the battle to start on his own ship.