The battle continued for another two days... a desperate, endless battle.
There was still no end in sight for Mongal-Mongal. Everywhere they looked was brown.
The battle in the sky had also become unimaginably brutal. Although the spacecraft left behind by the Xiyala people were far inferior to those of the Korlok, they had overwhelming numbers—at least a thousand spacecraft across the entire planet. Combined with tens of thousands of atmospheric fighters and flying vehicles, that massive swarm was utterly deadly!
If not for the Normandy rushing everywhere to rescue them with its cloaking ability, the thirty-three Korlok spacecraft would have long since been utterly destroyed in the face of this hopeless disparity in strength.
But now, with their ammunition and supplies exhausted, they could only leave the atmosphere, escape the siege of countless fighters, and carry out Orbital Bombardment from low Earth orbit to support the ground battle. The effectiveness of that support had plummeted.
Heavy casualties had already begun appearing across the ground battlefield.
More than half of the Lugubra on the front lines that devoured sludge had died. The sludge they swallowed could not be digested or processed in time, allowing Mongal-Mongal to destroy them from within until their bellies burst.
The B-1 combat robots and the people behind the fortifications had also suffered considerable casualties. Some had been killed by stray shots fired by Mongal-Mongal mummies, while others had died under artillery bombardment.
Because the spacecraft had all been forced into outer space, they could no longer clear out the artillery positions in time. Those cannons might have been outdated and primitive, but the power of their large-caliber shells was very real!
Boom! Boom! Boom!! Shells kept falling. Shepard, Huang Yehao, and the others were also holding on with the last of their strength. Their lips