Mecha: Return of the Pioneers

Chapter 961 Desla’s decision!

Everyone fell into silence.

No one could have imagined such an outcome.

A fleet directly under the commander was defeated in such a dramatic way.

The combination of the asteroid belt and the air force that took advantage of its concealment caused a commander's fleet to suffer heavy losses.

If such a scene happened in a head-on confrontation, no one present would be surprised.

After all, in the cosmic battlefield, the confrontations between battleships and fleets are often very similar.

However, the direct fleet led by Glemuth Gale was pressed to the ground and rubbed hard when facing an assault force composed of more than ten space fighters.

Except for the battleships and battlecruisers that served as the face of the fleet, all other warships were sunk.

The flames of the explosions and the smoke that still filled the void were so dazzling that they made the faces of the people who were just congratulating the Gamilas Empire for its continued expansion of territory and its bright future of dominating the universe feel a little hot.

Someone in the crowd secretly looked at Gamiras President Albert Desla, but found that the president's expression remained unchanged and he was watching the changes on the screen calmly.

He even looked at his trusted Minister of Announcement and Intelligence, Misaela Celestra.

"What's the name of that white fighter?"

Misaela Celestra took a step forward and said ashamedly.

"I'm very sorry! We currently have no information about this fighter."

"is it?"

Albert Desla nodded, with no intention of blaming himself for announcing the Minister of Intelligence, but instead slowly shook the wine glass in his hand.

His steady and calm voice sounded slowly.

"You guys! Perhaps you won't believe how happy I am at this moment."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's expression changed slightly.

At this moment, most people couldn't figure out what Albert Desla was thinking.

However, several people who were Albert Desla's confidants looked at each other inconspicuously and lowered their heads silently.

Albert Desla noticed the expressions of the crowd. He smiled slightly, stood up, walked slowly down the steps, and came to the center of the crowd.

"Just now, you all were happy and proud of the great achievements made by our Gamilas. This is a fact! Moreover, it is an undeniable fact!"

There was a barely perceptible difference in Albert Desla's voice.

"No matter what kind of enemy it is, it will be destroyed by the countless soldiers of Gamilas! This is the truth! It is also the pride of Gamilas!"

As he was speaking, Helm Jellicle, who was standing aside, tensed up, as if he had sensed the president's gaze on him. However, when he looked over secretly, he discovered that President Desla was not looking at him.

"But, at such a glorious and proud moment, I am a little worried! Everyone, have you ever thought about whether our invincible and unrivaled Gamilas Space Fleet would become a little slack at such a glorious and proud moment?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's expression changed drastically.

Some smart people even secretly turned their attention to the position of Helm Jelik, the director of the Central Army.

At this moment, Helm Jellick felt uneasy. He knew that President Desla was taking advantage of the situation.

"Fortunately! Fortunately! This moment happened when our Gamilas Empire was invincible and unrivaled!"

President Desla raised his right hand and pointed the wine glass in his hand towards the screen, raising the glass towards the white lightning on the screen.

"Everyone, we should feel honored for this moment! Feel fortunate for this moment! Because, at this moment, we finally know that there are still opponents in the galaxy that we can defeat with all our strength!! Now is not the time for us to be complacent about our vast territory and invincible record!"

As he spoke, Desla chuckled a few times and said in a self-deprecating manner.

"It's a pity that I am now the president of the empire. Otherwise, I would personally lead the fleet to capture this white fighter plane and use it as a sacrifice to add a record for my Gamilas Empire that will be praised by future generations!!"

"President! Please give the order! Our space fleet is ready! We are willing to give everything to the empire!!"

Commander-in-chief of the Global Fleet, Gal Dietz, was the first to step forward and ask for orders.

He understood the hidden meaning behind President Desla's words.

That mysterious white fighter plane might be hiding the potential to take the Gamilas Empire's technology one step further.

Although, judging from the image just now, the mysterious white fighter did not seem to be using its full strength, the particle beam cannon it carried, which could easily cut Gamilas's active warships in half, was a power that the Gamilas Empire's current space fighters did not possess.

"President! Please give the order! Please entrust this mission to our Central Army! We are confident that we can complete this mission 100%!"

Central Army Director Helm Jelik was unwilling to fall behind. He knew that President Desla was just taking advantage of the situation and was dissatisfied with his domineering remarks just now, but he was unwilling to watch the opportunity for the Central Army to show its strength slip away at this moment.

President Desla slowly took a sip of the wine in the glass, and then he looked at his Minister of Intelligence.

"Misela, are you sure?"

Misela stood at attention and responded seriously.

"Yes! As long as it is the order of the President, Misaela Celestella will do her best to complete it!"

"is it?"

President Desla nodded slightly, placed the wine glass in his hand on the plate held by the maid, and spoke loudly.

"Misela Celestella, Gal Dietz, please don't let me down! I am determined to get that ship and that fighter plane!"

"Yes! Long live Gamilas! Long live Desla!"

Misela and Gal-Ditz immediately raised their right hands in response.

Then, President Desla raised his eyes slightly, looked at Gremuth Gale who was still chasing the Yamato, and snorted coldly.

"If Gale hasn't died in the battle, let him come back."

After saying that, President Desla strode out of the venue. At the same time, the people around him raised their right hands and shouted loudly.

"Long live Gamilas! Long live Desla! Long live the President!"

Amidst these shouts, the eyes of Central Army Director Helm-Jellick gradually became filled with resentment.

(End of this chapter)