Colonial Suit

In an instant, various trajectories filled the starry sky. Countless enormous projectiles of various attributes, jets, and beams of light cut through the center of the battlefield like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, with many Boca-Sasha warships being hit in their vital parts and constantly exploding and disintegrating in the starry sky.

However, the most severe losses were not these ships, but the high-level warriors who crisscrossed the battlefield.

A Sasha Conqueror had just dodged an attack from a beam of light when he was hit by two 7mm special heavy armor-piercing rounds, shattering his entire body. Large amounts of flesh and blood splashed backward, creating a long blood streak in the starry sky, a scene that was indescribably tragic and horrifying. And because he was a 'mass-produced product,' he didn't have an anti-space projection to save his life, and he died instantly.

Many enemies suffered the same fate as him. So in just an instant, Eden's casualty numbers for the enemy soared, rising to 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 generous with his praise because, in his opinion, even if Sal Jones personally took action, he wouldn't have done better than Pandora.

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

If cosmic warriors were 'emotional beings' who comprehended rules and fought with experience and skill, then Pandora was a cold, 'rational cyborg' who exerted power through weapon systems.

She was not powerful, because she herself was not more durable than a warship, but she was also incredibly powerful. Because as long as there were enough weapons for her to command, she was 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 could only command about ten thousand units, but if you added the Gemini siblings and the Nine Heavens' mental power, then she could command the entire human fleet, instantly turning it into a whole. All the cannons, weapon systems, and even the ships themselves were just data, extensions of her mind.

Cosmic warriors moved too fast? Not a problem, her calculation speed was enough to predict all their trajectories and screen and evaluate them based on their habits.

Cosmic warriors were too small? Not a problem, when the locking accuracy reached its limit, even a mosquito couldn't escape her gaze. As long as the opponent was still within the range of the cannons, it could not escape Pandora's lock.

The battlefield was too wide, and there was too much data to process? What a joke. The role of a war weapon was needed in such occasions to be brought into play, did you think Pandora's identity was fake?

In fact, this seemingly beautiful girl was a great weapon of energy civilization against mechanical civilization. She was born with the ability to invade and command machines, and her initial combat target was predetermined to be humans... It was a pity that the civilization that created her never dreamed that this crystallization of the highest technology of 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 could pose a threat to the enemy, Pandora could pose a threat to the enemy.

In the battlefield, the exploding light clusters formed a continuous expanse, as if countless suns were rising in the starry sky. And the Boca and Sasha warriors also suffered heavy losses. Nearly 70% of the 'mass-produced products' were wiped out in one fell swoop.

Pandora's calculation and locking were too amazing. She not only calculated the target's trajectory and predicted the opponent's movements, but even calculated the opponent's thoughts, combat habits, and equipment protection characteristics. For example, if a Boca Arbitrator was good at physical defense, the fire channel she allocated to him was a pure energy, faster-than-light particle cannon. Or, for example, if a Sasha Conqueror was good at speed, she would first use a few cannons to force the opponent to move, and then send more firepower to the opponent's next movement node, waiting for the opponent to crash into it himself. All kinds of measures were endless, and the final result was that her one salvo caused massive casualties.

The only regret was that all the results were 'mass-produced products,' and she didn't kill a single warrior who had truly comprehended the power of rules. Moreover, this seemingly brilliant strike simultaneously used up the resources that Pandora had accumulated for a long time, and she would not be able to perform the next salvo in a short time. The overload of the optical brain's computing core caused her to 'crash' briefly. If it weren't for the Gemini siblings still supporting her, the little girl would probably 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 replied without hesitation. The next moment, the human heavy assault ships rushed into the Sasha-Boca fleet array like a herd of mad bulls, while the battleships and firepower ships in the rear also spewed out massive tongues of fire. The huge star carriers began to open their gates, releasing swaths of fighters.

The war had reached this point, and there was no suspense.

Perhaps the Boca 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 just a large number of 'mass-produced products.' After being consumed by Pandora once, they could no longer support the battle. And the few remaining elite warriors saw that things were not right and fled. Even if there were more of the remaining warships, how could they face the even larger number of human fleets and cosmic warriors?

You should know that this was only the first direct confrontation, and the Boca and Sasha tribes had not even sent out their motherships...

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

In the war of races, there is no pity.

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Humans do not need prisoners and cannot afford 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 of no return. If you don't win, you die...