Alvords could only watch as the warships around him were destroyed one after another by the Tyronians, an inferior race he had looked down on and dismissed with contempt just minutes ago. The fully equipped fleet had all its drones wiped out in a single wave of attacks, and after the enemy closed in, the remaining warships became targets as well. Even if Gedim warships had unusual designs and were indeed superior to those used by Gamillas, they still could not fend off the many units of the Victory Fleet without any units of their own for protection.
After his warship fired every cannon several times in succession without even touching a single hair on any unit, only to be gradually torn apart by two flaming machines, Alvords found all of it utterly unacceptable. The arrogance and indifference vanished completely from his face, while his wrinkled features twisted hideously as he shouted with one eye larger than the other, "Impossible! This is a nightmare! It has to be a nightmare!"
"I can't fall here. I can't fall here. If I fall here, then Gedim's reconstruction..."
"Heh." Through the communication channel that had never been disconnected, Ryoma Nagare saw Alvords's expression and current condition as well. He sneered. "This guy's reaction is exactly the same as that bionic robot from before."
"The reconstruction of Gedim's super-civilization does not require the old Gedim people. Your existence will only lead Gedim's reconstruction further down the wrong path, so the old Gedim people are nothing but a threat."
A female voice with a faint mechanical quality suddenly rang through the communication channel in everyone's ears. The sudden voice startled everyone in the Victory Fleet who was fighting, and some immediately stopped, spread out, and began keeping watch.
Basak and Luo, however, did not stop