The roars continued without end. In addition to the 22 million battleships of the four races, the nearly 30 million troops of the ten thousand races across the void also opened fire.
For a time, countless energy light beams of different sizes burst out in the void, interweaving into a terrifying giant net, covering the void between the two armies.
This scene was too dazzling, so beautiful that it was suffocating. The originally gray void of the universe had now become like a bright world in a fairy tale, dazzling people.
However, beautiful things always had a unique fatality. The true essence of any of the dazzling energy light beams that interweaved this giant net was actually killing.
"Rumble!"
Boom!
…
After a short burst of brilliance, the killing power of this dazzling giant net was finally displayed.
Dense roars rang out, and the energy light beams of the battleships shot back and forth. In the defense line spread out by the two camps, both sides had their targets. Some battleships turned into huge fireballs and completely exploded. The void of the universe became brighter and more dazzling.
But at this time, this scene had nothing to do with a fairy tale. The style of the scene changed instantly, and the fairy tale became a doomsday-like scene of destruction. Every huge fireball that bloomed represented the withering of a large number of lives!
In this battle, the demon race and the other four races did not intend to be soft. Of the nine gold members of the alliance, seven had already been claimed, and the other two would be decided in the future.
Therefore, in order to subdue the Gray Wolf Tribe, the method of persuading them to join the alliance was no longer suitable. The only way was to forcibly recruit them into the alliance with iron-blooded combat power!
At this time, the battle began, and the void trembled. Every minute, every second, there would be battleships exploding in the void, turning into huge fireballs.
Every minute, every second, there would be a large number of lives that turned into ashes and were annihilated.
Both camps were like this, but no one retreated!
However, as time went on, the originally evenly matched battle unknowingly tilted. The alliance of the ten thousand races with nearly 30 million battleships gradually showed signs of weakness.
Although this camp had a large number of battleships, they were all a motley crew after all. They were hastily assembled by the fleets of hundreds of slave races.
Not only was the command not unified, but the grade of the warships was also slightly inferior.
On the other hand, the Four-Race Demon Race Alliance Army had an advantage in terms of battle command. On the other hand, the Four-Race Alliance Army's battleship specifications were clearly superior to the enemy's.
Although not all of the ten million battleships deployed by the Demonic Tribe were fortresses with diameters of fifty thousand meters and one hundred thousand meters, the proportion was extremely high.
After all, due to Ye Xuan's proposal to collect a toll fee, the Demonkin had made a huge fortune. They had received all kinds of resources and battleships, proving once again that the gold mine had made the ferryman rich.
In addition, the Space Rat Clan, the Hell Ant Clan, and the Giant Ferocious Clan that joined the crusade army later only had 4 million warships each. In order to express their attitude, all the warships that these three clans mobilized to join the crusade army were of higher specifications.
Under such circumstances, although the allied forces of the four demonic races were only 22 million in number, which was less than the allied forces led by the Grey Wolf Clan in the opposite void.
But overall, in the huge allied forces of the four demonic races, whether it was the number of fortresses or the number of fortresses, they exceeded the enemy's by several times!
This was definitely a powerful advantage that could not be ignored.
After only half a day, the allied forces of the ten thousand races on the opposite side were showing signs of defeat. Among the fleets of hundreds of races, the fleets of some small races that had only sent a little more than ten thousand battleships had all been wiped out!
The battle was very tragic. Both sides had suffered losses, and the proportion of losses was not small. In terms of the destruction of the battleship, even on the side of the Four Demon Clans, in just half a day, the number of casualties had reached nearly a million.
And the allied forces, whose warships were inferior in size, had already lost more than two million warships, close to the three million mark!
The artillery fire of the allied forces of the four demonic races was too fierce. The number of fortresses and fortresses was originally large, but the command was not only unified, but also flexible, showing the mature art of command.
Under the correct command of Grandpa Mo, the fortresses of the four demonic races concentrated their artillery fire from time to time, specifically targeting the fortresses and other large warships of the enemy camp.
At first, this strategy was not obvious, but as time passed, the experts in the various fleets of the alliance soon found that something was wrong.
In their camp, the fortresses of fifty thousand meters in diameter and one hundred thousand meters in diameter were getting fewer and fewer. These fortresses were generally responsible for the functions of the flagship, and orders were passed down layer by layer.
In addition, because the battlefield of the two camps was separated by the void tens of thousands of miles, although the fortresses of five thousand meters in diameter and ten thousand meters in diameter could also reach this distance.
But in terms of powerful lethality, in the distance of tens of thousands of miles, only the power of the large and small fortresses could have enough deterrence.
As the number of fortresses on the alliance's side plummeted, the crisis finally emerged. The motley army, which had never been under a unified command in the first place, was almost completely paralyzed. Almost all the fleets of the hundreds of races that made up the coalition army were fighting on their own.
The firepower of the naval cannons was like a sheet of loose sand, unable to form a suppressive force.
This was a vicious cycle. The fortresses of the various fleets of the alliance were getting fewer and fewer, and the deterrence of the allied forces of the four demonic races was rapidly decreasing.
This was awkward. The four demonic races of the allied forces still had the same number of fortresses. The black antimatter death ray cannons with shocking diameters fired one after another, and it was a concentrated attack. Often, a volley of shots would instantly turn a large number of warships to dust.
As for the strongholds in their camp, most of them had been consumed by the chaotic battle.
Under this situation, the situation was getting worse and worse, and to the alliance, it was already very dangerous. But facing all this, the commander of the alliance army, the old monster Cang Rongyu, could only roar and roar, but did not give any constructive orders.
In fact, even if there were such orders, they would not be able to reach the entire army in an instant. The flagship fortresses that served as the relay for the orders were more or less destroyed.
This situation made the commanders of the various fleets of the alliance extremely disappointed. An incompetent commander led to the end of this war.
Finally, among the hundreds of races, some of the fleet commanders began to give the order to retreat. This was something that could not be helped. They could not withstand the concentrated firepower of the enemy's fortresses at all. If they stayed, it would be futile.
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