Millions or even tens of millions—when the scale of the nest is large enough and the production line enters a cycle, the number of drone groups is no longer an issue. At the beginning of the leap, there may only be a few million drones in the team, but when they reach the end, the continuous replenishment of aircraft groups from various nests has expanded this number to a whole zero.
Therefore, there is only one accurate word to describe a large-scale drone swarm at any time: countless.
Countless unmanned aerial vehicles have entered the transition state. The wave light emitted by the transition engine makes the entire space violently fluctuate like an ocean in a storm. Under the control of one command, the huge legion operated simultaneously, pounced towards the unmistakable coordinate point, and greeted their mission with a carnival attitude...
"It's the first time I've seen F2A with such an epic sense," the voice of the data terminal was full of despair. In order to express its own mood, it even activated its own "Patian" form after a long absence this time. The girl with cerebral thrombosis with blond long straight hair was lying on the console next to her with a look of lovelessness on her face, "Partner, you only pressed two buttons in total, can you stop showing this aura of slamming Fang Qiu on the battlefield?"
Hao Ren rolled his eyes at Patian: "Damn, don't underestimate these two steps, the timing is very important, okay! And I'm a policeman, where do you want me to learn the skills of commanding battles—the drone itself I know how to fight, I’ll make a frame A and it’ll be fine!”
After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and continued to fiddle with the battle module in front of him, F2 and then A, F2 and then A... Because there are always a steady stream of drones coming off the production line, and even rushing to the frontline to support operations from distant space beyond the X star cluster, so He's still busy...
"Speaking of which, it's better to set it back to fully automatic. Manual F2 is quite tiring." Hao Ren spread his hands, "I'll just be in charge of A..."
Patian changed back to the terminal form with a "bang", and slapped Hao Ren's face with a slap: "You still think you can't handle the two buttons of your uncle! Who was so excited to toss such a battle module before!"
In the end, Vivienne really couldn't stand it: "Can you two be more serious? How can we say that we are also preparing to go to the front line."
"Before fighting, we need to find a way to relieve the pressure." Seeing that Vivienne was really serious, Hao Ren waved his hands and explained, "After all, this is the first time to participate in a war of this scale."
Don't look at him as stable as Lily on the surface, but in fact he has panicked like Lily in his heart (nothing wrong).
At this time, Nolan suddenly jumped out: "Boss, the battle report came from the direction of the hub, the Guardian Legion has fully contacted the Corruptor, and the drone swarm will arrive on the battlefield in forty-five minutes—can we also leave? "
Hao Ren looked up at the report form showing the situation in each theater: at the position of the base group, the left-behind drone troops had already exchanged fire with the enemy, and those corrupt legions were still rushing into the blockade, even if the "hub" They have already started the war and they have no intention of retreating—everything is as planned. The decline of Salaman's Guardian Legion since the long war made the crazy minions make a rash judgment. They think that the Guardians are not enough For fear, their own two-line battle still has a huge advantage, and the weakening of the defense of the base group has given them great encouragement. This time, they are determined to pull out this sudden nail.
"Let's go too."
Accompanied by the light distortion caused by the space transition, the Giant Turtle Rock Platform, Nakdar Fortress, and the second combat echelon composed of millions of armed drones disappeared into the vast space.
The "hub" galaxy, above the guardian's position.
The fierce battle has lasted for tens of minutes. After the battlefield shields of the two warring parties were consumed to the threshold, a large number of wreckage fragments began to be generated and accumulated in space. Salaman stood on the bridge of the flagship "Air" On the road, he followed the progress of the battle through countless holographic images and his own telepathic ability.
The "hub" covered with a crystal-like barrier was left far behind. Even if you look back, you can only see a bright ball smaller than a ping-pong ball, and Agudal's majestic figure stands on the edge of the battlefield. The huge starship hovered like a behemoth dormant in the dark, constantly using various ultra-long-range weapons built on the surface to provide artillery support to the Guardian Legion. The mighty black starship shuttled across the battlefield, constantly pouring heavy annihilation bombs and scorching high-energy beams on those twisted monsters-how long has this scene not appeared
Since Nakdar was destroyed, Agudar was also severely damaged in that battle, and its power declined. The defense line of the Guardian Legion has been shrinking again and again. The disadvantage in numbers and the pollution ability of the enemy have made Salaman and his legion feel devastated. In the long war of three thousand years, the number of proactive attacks by the Guardians was very few—and they were all limited to the early hundreds of years. Huddled in the narrow area of a few astronomical units around the hub, it is said that it is persistently resisting, but it seems that it is okay to say that it is lingering.
Until today, the Guardian Legion finally took the initiative to advance the front line again.
Salaman himself was thinking, wondering if this was a blind adventure—the "observer" who appeared out of nowhere and his army of drones were completely strangers, and the guardian giants had never heard of this universe. With such a force, in the short 10,000 years since mother left, it is impossible for any race with extraordinary talent to suddenly develop to such a powerful level, so the observers and drones are most likely from Out of the world, at least from outside the known world.
The concept of "outside the world" is not unfamiliar to the Guardians. Although they have not yet confirmed the existence of the world barrier and have not found a way to cross the world, various data models and some of the creation goddesses Experiments have confirmed the existence of "world limits" and "rules outside the world", so Salaman can make a bold enough guess about the observer who suddenly appeared.
So can such a force that is very likely to come from outside the known world be trusted
In any case, in order to cooperate with this mysterious observer, the Guardian Legion has actively pushed forward the front line, and the scale and method of advancement are the decisions made by Salaman and a group of think tanks after carefully weighing the risks. Faced with a possible opportunity, the Guardians can't do nothing, but they can't put all their belongings on it: if those drones really come to help, then this advancing front will become the Guardian's counterattack. The springboard, if those drones do not come, then the legion also has ample opportunity to retreat back to the hub defense circle.
Salaman shook his head, throwing useless thoughts out of his mind: After making the decision to attack, there is no point in thinking back or regretting something. This is not what a qualified commander should do.
He looked at the tactical map on the holographic projection, the battle line was deadlocked, and such a stalemate would not last long: the Guardians were unable to maintain such a front line, and they even had to rely on the Corruptors to separate their forces to launch this surprise attack. A wave of armies went to attack the "lairs" of those drones, but even so, the Corruptors from Amantir were still far more powerful than the guardian giants.
The Guardian's Agudar Fortress sits on the edge of the battlefield, and the Corruptor's Amantir is also there. It is suspended at the end of the battlefield. The dark star shrouded in ominous dark red light is like a malicious eyeball. Staring at Agudal's every move, although its doomsday weapon has been damaged and cannot be activated, as a planetary fortress, its other firepower is still sufficient to deal with Agudal who is also in a half-disabled state.
The two planetary fortresses are facing each other, and the strength of the regular army is clear at a glance. Under this situation, the Guardian Legion will soon be exhausted.
"When are those drones going to show up?"
The young adjutant asked a little impatiently.
Salaman's voice was still steady: "Don't panic, there is still a short time before the appointed time."
"Let's hope those things show up soon," said the adjutant, "or it will be a pointless sortie."
For many races that have just become citizens of the universe and are still in the "low-speed civilization", a space battle is long. The huge battlefield and sluggish weapons and equipment make each firefight likely to last for more than a few days. In the light-speed era and the demigod race with near-regular power, a few dozen minutes of battle is enough to determine the outcome of the entire war—the Guardian Giant and the Corruptor know each other well, and the battle line is close, even more so.
The Guardians have shown signs of decline across the board.
But before the adjutant reported the worse news, Salaman suddenly raised his head and looked towards a certain direction in the universe.
There is a silver-white light flashing there.
Reports from all areas of the battle line gathered on the bridge of the flagship in an instant—
"Ultra-large-scale spatial distortion has been observed! It is super-large-scale, unprecedented super-large-scale!"
"Drones are entering the battlefield from the KS35-26 area, and their number... cannot be judged!"
"Drones have also been found in other areas!"
"Drones, there are also here, and they circle directly behind those freaks!"
"It is no longer possible to visually observe the Corruptor here, drones, all drones in the field of vision!"
Salaman raised his head blankly, looking at the space scene directly sent back through the external viewfinder.
He saw that the entire universe was rippling, and the huge silver-white waves did not come from a specific direction, but rolled in all directions at the same time.
He inexplicably remembered what the "observer" sent when he contacted him last time:
"Tactics, you don't have to worry about this. The tactics of drone swarms are reckless. With my operation, just frame A and go there." Tens of thousands of armed drones go in to make faces, and if they don't die, throw another 10 million..." "They can be crushed to death, what tactics do you want, what tactics do you want, you just need to strengthen your own front, and you don't have to fight with no one." Fleet coordination—you can’t cooperate with this stuff.” “Let me tell you, I’m a professional conductor, you have to trust me, how could a professional conductor be wrong…”
The face of the man who called himself "Observer" gradually became blurred in Salaman's mind. The other person's face seemed to merge with the silver-white waves in space, but those incredible words gradually became clear. The initial doubts and worries At this moment, everything disappeared, and Salaman finally understood what those seemingly unreliable speeches meant. He now had only one thought: That's it.
"Drones! Drones are everywhere! They already occupy more than 90% of the sky!"
The adjutant's voice seemed far away in the sky...