Massacre

The Super High-Energy Laser Cannons, Antimatter Bombs, and Energy Shields were all ready. The transport ships that had looked docile and harmless transformed into ferocious beasts at this moment.

Intelligent machines and War Maniacs poured into space, followed closely by the Divine Guards, descending into the void in orderly formation.

As soon as the formation was complete, all the War Maniacs headed toward the battlefield.

Everything was silent, yet as ferocious as a raging tide.

The transport ships that had once appeared docile had become savage beasts, and every living being on the field changed expression.

An elite legion!

It was the first term that surfaced in their minds.

No powerful legion, not even one from a Top-Tier Civilization, could possibly be this disciplined.

Whether the Interstellar Pirates or Qing Mu Luo's Guard Corps, all of them could not help but shudder. They could feel the killing intent and pressure even across space.

"Have your Mech Warriors withdraw." Chen Mo spoke domineeringly over the public channel, leaving no room for doubt.

Qing Mu Luo snapped awake as if from a dream.

"All units, retreat. Leave the battlefield."

Just moments ago, he had been furious over Chen Mo's demand, but now he had completely forgotten about it.

Even a Top-Tier Civilization might not possess such a terrifying legion. What was even more terrifying was the energy reaction of Antimatter.

In an instant, the Antimatter energy reaction reached an unprecedented level.

Countless activated Antimatter Bombs came toward the battlefield as though they cost nothing. If they did not flee, there would be only one outcome: death.

Was this a legion of a God-level Civilization?

This legion had surpassed everything he knew about legions.

"Damn it."

Jilam felt a chill run through his entire body. He had originally been furious that this transport