First, with a great enemy before us, strike our teammates hard.
The two hundred thousand Heaven Dregs soldiers were a force Hua Ye had gathered only after expending tremendous effort. They were far more precious than those cosmic trash troops he had rounded up without spending a single soldier. So, when going to war with New Tiangong, he inevitably harbored a trace of wishful thinking. He wanted to drown Ruo Ning's Third Legion with sheer numbers.
The outcome was obvious. Cannon fodder could not fulfill its intended role; no matter how much more he threw in, it was meaningless. He wanted to win the war without touching his own reserves. In the end, he had been far too naive.
As Luo Ji and Nusa entered the battlefield, the pressure on the cosmic-class trash who had been beaten into fleeing rats eased considerably. The commanding generals of the various forces looked at the late-arriving reinforcements with tear-streaked, aggrieved faces, each seemingly saying, "We've been beaten like dogs. Why did you only get here now?"
Behind Luo Ji followed tens of thousands of male Heaven Dregs. Though they were all Angels, they were highly recognizable compared to the dashing attire of the Third Legion.
Crested Helmet Chainmail, Thigh-Length Battle Skirt Leg Guards.
That was their uniform look, a retro and flamboyant style from the Old Tiangong Era.
Fortunately, there was no airflow in outer space. Otherwise, the little skirts of the Heaven Dregs would have flapped and flown up and down in the currents... Just thinking about it was terrifying.
Before the enemy could kill you, they would disgust you to death first.
The army behind Nusa was similarly sizable. Since he was mainly responsible for helping Karl assassinate disobedient legion leaders, the soldiers under his command, himself included, all favored a