Colonial Suit

In an instant, various trajectories filled the starry sky. Innumerable massive projectiles, jets, and beams of various attributes, like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, sliced through the center of the battlefield. A large number of Boka-Sasha warships were hit in their vital spots, constantly exploding and disintegrating in space.

However, the most severe losses were not these ships, but the high-level warriors who traversed back and forth.

A Sasha Conqueror had just dodged an attack from a beam when it was hit by two 7mm special heavy armor-piercing rounds, shattering its entire body. Large amounts of flesh and blood splashed backward, creating a long streak of blood in space, a truly tragic and horrifying sight. Because it was a 'mass-produced product,' it had no anti-space projection to save its life and died instantly.

Many other enemies suffered the same fate. In just a moment, the casualty numbers of the enemy on Eden's side rose sharply, reaching a chilling level.

In the garden, the Speaker calmly glanced at the light screen and smiled slightly.

"The little girl did a good job."

He was not stingy with praise, because in his opinion, even if Sal Jones himself had come, he would not have done better than Pandora.

Simply put, it was the precise lock-on, lightning-fast reaction, and indescribable prediction. Pandora was different. As a war weapon, she existed for slaughter from the moment she was created. Calculating target trajectories and locking on were just instincts. In her seemingly small brain, the light-energy-composed computing core was constantly processing massive amounts of data, and providing feedback to the environment through the energy system. As long as there were enough 'carriers,' she could exert great effectiveness.

If cosmic warriors are 'emotional beings' who comprehend the rules and fight with experience and skill, then Pandora is a cold, 'rational semi-machine' who exerts power through weapon systems.

She is not powerful, because she herself is not more durable than a warship, but she is also incredibly powerful. Because as long as there are enough weapons for her to command, she is the slaughterer in war, the battlefield cleaner. The meaning of a war weapon lies in the fact that only war can give her a stage to perform!

One Pandora can only command about ten thousand units, but if you add the Gemini siblings and the mental power of the Nine Heavens, then she can command the entire human fleet, instantly turning it into a whole. All ship cannons, weapon systems, and even the ships themselves are data, extensions of her thinking.

The cosmic warriors move too fast? Not a problem, her calculation speed is enough to predict all their trajectories and screen and evaluate them based on their habits.

The cosmic warriors are too small? Not a problem, when the locking accuracy reaches the limit, even a mosquito can't escape her gaze. As long as the opponent is still within the range of the ship's guns, it cannot escape Pandora's lock.

The battlefield is too wide, and there is too much data to process? What a joke. The role of a war weapon needs such occasions to play out, do you think Pandora's identity is fake?

In fact, this seemingly beautiful girl is the ultimate weapon of the energy civilization against the mechanical civilization. She is born with the ability to invade and control machines, and her initial combat target was predetermined to be humans... It is a pity that the civilization that created her never dreamed that this crystallization of the highest technology of the energy civilization would instead become a helper to humans, exerting her greatest effectiveness at such a time and in such a place.

As long as the weapon system can pose a threat to the enemy, Pandora can pose a threat to the enemy.

In the battlefield, the exploding balls of light were connected, as if countless suns were rising in the starry sky. The Boka and Sasha warriors also suffered heavy losses. Nearly 70% of the 'mass-produced products' were eliminated at once.

Pandora's calculations and lock-ons were too astonishing. She not only calculated the target's trajectory and predicted the opponent's movements, but even calculated the opponent's thoughts, fighting habits, and equipment protection characteristics. For example, if a Boka Arbitrator is good at physical defense, she allocates a pure energy, superluminal particle cannon to the opponent's firepower channel. Another example is that if a Sasha Conqueror is good at speed, she first uses a few ship cannons to force the opponent to move, and then sends more firepower to the opponent's next movement node, waiting for the opponent to crash into it. There are many such measures, and the final result is that one volley from her causes massive battle damage.

The only regret is that all the results are 'mass-produced products,' and she did not kill a single warrior who truly understood the power of the rules. Moreover, this seemingly brilliant strike simultaneously used up Pandora's long-accumulated resources, and she could not perform the next volley in a short time. The overload operation of the optical brain computing core caused her to 'crash' briefly. If it weren't for the Gemini siblings supporting her, this little girl would have fallen to the ground immediately.

However, the Speaker in the garden would not care about this small flaw. Seeing that the battle situation was favorable to his side, he immediately ordered, "Counterattack."

"Yes!" Sal Jones answered without hesitation. In the next moment, the human heavy assault ships rushed into the Sasha-Boka fleet array like a herd of mad bulls, while the battleships and firepower ships in the rear also spewed out massive tongues of fire. Huge star carriers began to open their gates, releasing swarms of fighters.

The war has reached this point and there is no suspense.

Perhaps the Boka and Sasha tribes invested huge resources in this battle. But it was not a decisive battle after all. The cosmic warriors who truly dominated the battlefield were only a large number of 'mass-produced products.' After being consumed by Pandora, they could no longer support the battle. The remaining elite warriors saw that things were not right and fled. Even if the remaining warships are more numerous, how can they face the even larger human fleet and cosmic warriors?

You must know that this is only the first direct confrontation, and the Boka and Sasha tribes have not even sent out their motherships...

Therefore, in just a few hours, the starry sky within hundreds of millions of kilometers was filled with wreckage. The Boka tribe's golden warships and the Sasha's biological warships floated haphazardly, constantly detonating and disintegrating. Most of the warriors died, and those who managed to enter the escape pods were also abandoned in space.

In a race war, there is no mercy.

Humans do not need prisoners and cannot afford to keep them.

In fact, even they themselves cannot have the right to survive until they enter the Gate of Eternal Farewell.

The endless POS groups began to gather, and the human fleets gathered densely, like cold steel behemoths, rolling over those floating lifeboats... No one looked at them again.

This is a road with no turning back. If we don't win, we die...