Captured

"Hey, that ship looks so beautiful, but it's not very durable. It was overtaken in no time."

Xuan Ye spread his hands helplessly.

The group of robed men from the Divine Race all looked at Xuan Ye strangely. Then, without showing anything on their faces, they glanced at the tagalong displayed on the screen, which had automatically followed behind the ship and linked itself to their spaceship through the "fleet association" module.

Come on! When you boarded, you said that if your own ship lost track of you, you'd "borrow" ours for a while. How were we supposed to fly at full speed?

Of course, they definitely didn't dare say that out loud. You were the boss, so whatever you said went.

The two spaceships had just stopped when blue radiance began flashing constantly all around them.

Seventeen warships of various types appeared on the screen in succession.

There were three massive battleships over ten thousand meters long, each as imposing as if Mount Everest had been brought into space, as well as frigates several hundred meters long.

The iron-blooded aura mixed into the steel washed over them. The towering cannons and magnificent hulls all revealed an unyielding will.

It was clearly a complete fleet formation.

The insignias on the warships also made it clear that this was the fleet of the Sixth-Tier Civilization, the Pras Kingdom.

Clearly, deploying an entire fleet and even sending interceptor ships specifically to stop them meant that their appearance was definitely not for the simple purpose of inviting someone in for tea.

After Xuan Ye's deliberate questioning just now, as well as the cases in Boqima and the others' memories, they naturally understood the purpose behind this fleet's appearance.

For a moment, their expressions turned ugly, and they felt deeply humiliated.

Even though the