A tiny light appeared on the screen. From Lin Qi's perspective, it might have been nothing more than a popcorn-sized "flash."
But in terms of what was happening in the universe, a small destroyer had suffered a catastrophic explosion under the assault of machine soldiers.
Thousands of members of the Octopus Clan aboard it were sucked into space. After a few extremely brief spasms, they became space debris, just like the fragments of warships floating around them.
No one cared which race they had once belonged to, what they had done, whether they had possessed any glory, whether they had families, or whether they had money.
In the ancient universe, they were nothing more than a pile of garbage and fragments.
The battle was incredibly fierce. Bursts of fire constantly appeared in space, only to be extinguished moments later.
Most of the flames produced by the explosions actually came from the warships' hulls rupturing, causing explosions and fires. Oxygen inside the ships sprayed out through the blasted openings, feeding the flames as well.
Without that oxygen to fuel them, most battles would have had dull results.
The constant explosions of warships infuriated the new Commander and gave him a terrible headache.
It wasn't that he couldn't accept defeat. He simply couldn't accept losing before they had even seen the enemy.
He still wanted to try again.
These machine soldiers were far too agile, and so were those small warships.
They used Energy Weapons and a kind of Special Shell that produced inextinguishable flames. Even in the vacuum of space, wherever this ammunition struck, it ignited a blazing fire.
This caused the warships tremendous trouble. Even more troublesome were the agile soldiers and small warships themselves.
Even the finest gunners and the best personal space-fighter pilots could not inflict much damage