Whoosh—BOOM!!
Deep in the outer space beyond Freyja, within Hua Ye's camp, the slowly advancing Follower Force Squadron suddenly erupted into chaos. A silver streak plummeted rapidly from directly above the formation like a meteor, smashing viciously into the bow of a large flagship. The tremendous impact actually sent the stern rearing upward.
After several strange seconds of silence, dazzling flames exploded with a roar. The burning flagship wreckage blasted everywhere. Several escort warships nearby bore the brunt of it, while some single-soldier combat craft flying close by were shredded apart by debris and fire clusters.
"What... what happened?!!"
Several captains fortunate enough to avoid the blast stared toward the burning wreckage with lingering fear written all over their faces.
"Wasn't the enemy force supposed to be far smaller than ours? How did they still have time to attack us?"
"Damn it, I never thought we'd get caught up in this from so far away!"
Wars between gods were not something small fry could participate in. Compared with godly civilizations, the supposedly powerful technology of spacefaring forces was simply not worth mentioning. Once they entered a high-level battlefield, even if they did not become cannon fodder, there was little difference.
As low-level civilizations, they survived by relying on the favor of higher civilizations. How could they not understand such a simple truth? Though they followed King Hua Ye, they did so for a better future. Yet the prerequisite for all of that was staying alive, because only the living could look toward the future.
This formation consisted of many different forces. After receiving the summons from Luo Ji, the General Commander of Tiangong, they too had used the Great Wormhole opened by God of Death Karl to arrive in the Freyja Star System. However, after getting here, they began playing