Just as Dosjella had said, the Ink Race's warships could not hit Grasshopper at all. Instead, he jumped onto their backs and destroyed several of them.
The Ink Race's vanguard commander also realized how formidable this Insect Race warship was and immediately ordered a Mimic Ship into action.
The Mimic Ship was an Ink Race support warship capable of perfectly replicating an enemy warship's performance and firepower.
Although it could perfectly replicate Grasshopper's performance and firepower, it could not possess his individual consciousness, because Grasshopper was a living warship.
No matter how well the Ink Race's warships could imitate him, they were still controlled by operators. Compared with an autonomous consciousness, manual operation lagged behind by far more than a beat or two.
Seeing that the Mimic Ship had failed to achieve the desired effect and had instead been easily destroyed, the Ink Race's vanguard commander hurriedly ordered a trap to be set.
Dozens of Ink Race warships lured Grasshopper into the trap. Meng Jia was so caught up in the slaughter that he completely ignored how far he had strayed from the fleet.
In the Command Room, Zhang Fan snapped furiously, "That idiot! It looks like our Beast God Generals need to improve their overall intelligence, too."
Shusha smiled. "Rest assured, Overlord. Meng Jia may love killing, but he isn't stupid. He must have thoroughly assessed his own abilities before charging so boldly into the enemy formation."
Zhang Fan did not argue, but he still ordered, "Noya, Snow White, keep an eye on Meng Jia. If he falls into a trap, support him immediately."
"Yes, Overlord!"
While Zhang Fan worried about Meng Jia falling into a trap, Meng Jia plunged straight into one. Dozens of warships suddenly formed a ring around him, trapping him inside.
Another thirty-odd warships approached