"You betrayed us too..." Constantine had never imagined that Gusta Civilization, which had once been closest to them and distant from Gibraltar, and his old friend Warwick, would stab him so viciously in his weakest spot. It hurt—an unbearable, fatal pain!
Seeing Constantine's miserable state, Duncan laughed heartily. "Constantine, your Three-Eyed Protoss calls itself the descendants of the God of Prophecy. Did you truly have no inkling that this day would come? As for Warwick... my apologies, but Gusta Civilization became the loyal servant of our Gibraltar Civilization tens of thousands of years ago. We merely had them distance themselves from Gibraltar so that you fifth-level civilizations, who say one thing and do another, would think they were on your side. Hahaha, it seems that strategy worked quite well... Today, not only will you fail to escape, but even your home base must become Gibraltar's new colony! All soldiers, anyone who wounds Constantine will be promoted two ranks; anyone who kills Constantine will be appointed directly as a colonel!"
Duncan's command instantly made countless soldiers' eyes turn red.
The Three-Eyed Protoss guards shielded Constantine as they dragged him back desperately.
Although two battleships had survived, they remained on the front line to buy time for the cruisers and destroyers behind them to retreat. Their energy shields had fallen below twenty percent, and they were clearly doomed. Constantine could only retreat toward the cruisers behind him.
However, when he reached the vicinity of the cruiser Supplicant, he was shocked by the smell of blood coming from inside it!
"Root! Root, answer me! Root, damn it, answer me now!!" Constantine roared into the communications channel, but Root, the captain of the Supplicant, gave no response whatsoever.
A horrifying thought immediately appeared in Constantine's mind.
"Crackle..." The communicator flickered, and a familiar voice