Super Mothership

"By the way, why are you looking for me just now?" The plot came to an end temporarily, Nie Yun turned off the screen and asked Catherine.

"Uh..." Catherine finally came to her senses, she was so absorbed in watching that she forgot the real business...

"Reporting to your Excellency, our 3rd Squadron is converging with Your Excellency Ishar's headquarters and is ready for battle!

According to the battle plan, we will follow the main force one hour later to carry out the second round of attack operations, codenamed 'Ocean Tide'! "

Tide?

The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and one wave is higher than the other?

It seems that the scale of this war will not be smaller than the last time...

Nie Yun touched his chin and began to think about whether he should intervene in the battlefield.

The continuous expansion of the wormhole will undoubtedly continue to expand the scale of the war between the two sides, so that Gemini has to focus most of its attention here, involving the military strength of the other side and consuming the war potential.

But if the Gemini civilization succeeds, and the wormhole shrinks back to its original size, it is conceivable that the idle Gemini may turn its attention to Proxima Centauri and the solar system...

Um! Decided!

Even if you wave again, I will find a way to shoot you to death on the beach!

But after thinking about it, such a huge battlefield cannot be controlled by a small fleet of your own, and if you do too much, your identity may be exposed.

It can't be done here, it seems that I can only try to start from the opposite side...

...

"Hey~" Spartak grinned in pain and gasped.

He was now covered in bandages, and Sula was drugging him.

Compared with the seriously injured Morsey who needed to enter the medical cabin for treatment, Spartak's situation was much better.

The Lions were originally a fighting nation specially selected by the Woolf Civilization from many civilizations. They have strong physical fitness and have their own racial skills of "super speed regeneration". It was only after a short period of recovery that there was no serious problem.

"Let you show your strength! Do you know the gap between you and the senior soldiers?" Su La blamed, but when she was dealing with the wound, her eyes were full of love and pity.

"Uh, I'm fine." Spartak smiled naively.

"Speaking of which, how did you defeat Morsey?" As Spartak's closest person, Sulla naturally knew his strength, which was also the most incomprehensible part of her.

Their Ryans are not Saiyans, can they be transformed into powerful acridines when their anger exceeds the critical point?

"This..." Spartak's face was slightly unnatural.

Even for the closest people, this kind of thing is quite difficult to explain. Could it be that I was hit by a "Doom Hammer" and then became supernatural?

What's more, if this kind of secret is leaked out, who knows if the mysterious person will say, "Those who know the secret are all comrades", and then choose a "destined" artifact for Su La?

Although I don't know why the mysterious man didn't reappear after helping him,

No matter how much he called in his heart, he didn't respond, but dedicating his body and soul... as expected, it's still a bit evil, so let Sura stay away from him.

After thinking for a long time, Spartak decided to clarify his own situation before deciding whether to confess.

But just when he was about to find a rhetoric to fool the past, a piercing alarm sound suddenly sounded without warning!

"This is... an intrusion alarm?! It's the enemy opposite the wormhole!" Spartak was shocked, and immediately stood up and said in surprise.

"How come, they have just suffered a defeat!" Su La was a little skeptical.

"Maybe... Anyway, you hide in the shelter now, I must return to the team immediately!" Spartak frowned.

"But your wounds..."

"Oh, this little injury is not enough for me to hide behind to cultivate." Spartak smiled bitterly.

It's true that a bronze-level warrior like him enjoys a certain status in the Lion clan, but he only has a position within the clan.

The Woolf Civilization will not talk to you about humanitarianism. If you want to escape from battle, you will be faced with a cruel punishment.

How can you be a cannon fodder if you are afraid of death?

So as long as you can stand up, even if you want to climb, you have to climb back into the cockpit!

Under Sulla's worried gaze, Spartak quickly put on his combat uniform and rushed to his combat hangar.

When he arrived, the alarm sound became more and more harsh, and the squires under his command were sweating profusely for the final emergency maintenance, but the mecha's arms looked as good as ever.

"Master Spartak, the body has just been repaired, and you can attack at any time!" A squire headed by him immediately greeted Spartak after seeing Spartak.

Although both arms were cut off by Nie Yun, it looked miserable, but after all, the most sophisticated power engine and the main body of the body were not severely damaged. It only needed to replace the arm components, and it would not take much time to repair.

"Yeah!" No unnecessary nonsense, Spartak immediately prepared to board the plane, before getting into the cockpit, he paused, turned his head as if remembering something, and asked, "Did you have any problems during the maintenance process? Did you find anything unusual or something wrong?"

"Huh?" The squatter was stunned for a moment before he reacted, and said with some panic, "There is nothing unusual, please don't worry, my lord!"

Spartak didn't speak any more, seemed relieved, then twisted and got into the cockpit.

He asked this, of course, not because he was worried about the maintenance process. In fact, every hangar of the bronze-level mecha was a small fighting group.

Here are all fellow townsmen of Spartak, one is prosperous and one is lost, and no one will be negligent on issues concerning their own lives.

Spartak was just very concerned about the supernatural events that had happened to his mecha before. Now it seems that the other party may have helped him on a whim before, and he hasn't moved for so long. Maybe he has left at this moment. Maybe.

Come to think of it, there are not 100,000 or 50,000 soldiers like myself here, and the mysterious super boss of the other party, even if he has any purpose, will not focus on such a small role as himself?

Giving up your body and soul or something... Maybe it's like checking a water meter to register something, no big deal?

Spartak could only comfort himself so much.

However, before he could start the mecha, the screen in front of him changed, and strange blood-red characters began to appear one after another...

"The system has completed the binding, and the first mission has begun to be released!

Mission requirements: See through the attacking conspiracy of the hostile civilization, protect the wormhole expansion device, and complete the battlefield counterattack!

Mission Failure Penalty... Obliteration!

ps: Survival or destruction, this is a multiple choice question..."

Spartak: "..."