One Punch Star Annihilation

The Palese Royal Fleet and the Sigma Fleet confronted each other in a tense and critical form.

Sigma tried his best to explain to Saint Seratis in the correspondence.

"Your Majesty, please believe that I have not rebelled. This must be a human conspiracy. I will prove my loyalty with actual actions."

Sigma was almost prostrate, showing loyalty to Saint Seratis, like a dog begging for food.

When he survives among the bottom races, in order to survive, his posture can be as low as the dirt.

Now, what is facing is the key to life and death. As long as Saint Seratis can give him a chance, he can do anything.

The Palesy ethnic group who crawled out of the bottom can do anything to survive, but begging at this level is nothing at all.

"Mekkatorque is rebelling, and even the low-level untouchables like you who have come here must rebel! What do you think I am?! Is it the clown you can play at will?!" Saint Seratis roared angrily.

Saint Seratis issued hundreds of recall orders to recall Mekkatorque.

But so far, Mekkatorque has not accepted the order to return to Templar for investigation. Instead, he disobeyed the order and continued to command the fleet.

This made Saintreus Seratis feel that his majesty has disappeared, and he has not even mastered the ability of the Royal Fleet.

When he learned that Mekkatorque was rebelling, Saint Reese Seratis was already very angry, and now there was another rebel rebellion.

A battlefield commander at Mekkatork's level may also have investigative value.

A leader of the rebel army died and died.

Saint Seratis even wanted to squeeze Sigma directly, no matter whether he was really loyal or not, even if he was just venting the anger in his heart.

However, Sigma's loyal attitude on the ground made him very satisfied.

In fact.

If Mekkatorque swears allegiance on the prostrate like Sigma, he would be happier.

Since the appointment of Mekkatorque as the commander-in-chief of the war, Saintreus Seratis has been waiting for Mekkatorque to show his loyalty, just like what Sigma does now, like a dog begging for food.

If Mekkatorque puts down his posture, he will be very satisfied and will give him more power.

However, Mekkatorque never let go of pride. Even if he swore allegiance, he only said allegiance to the temple, not his allegiance to Saint Seratis.

"Why do you let me see your loyalty?" Saint Reese Seratis asked coldly.

When Sigma heard it, the rock hanging in his heart fell halfway down.

As long as we can communicate, there is hope.

Sigma hurriedly replied: "Your Majesty, I will do whatever you want me to do. I am the most loyal servant of your Majesty. Only your Majesty's orders are obeyed."

"Well, your fleet will be the vanguard, and launch a charge against the human fleet." Sanris Seratis said coldly.

Sigma's expression stagnated.

The two words in the words of Saint Seratis are pronounced "pioneer" and written "cannon fodder".

To charge towards the human fleet is nothing but death.

However, in space battles, there must always be cannon fodder.

Obviously, Sanris Seratis wanted him to be cannon fodder.

If it can, Sigma is naturally unwilling, but now he has no choice.

Sigma immediately prostrated and promised: "Yes! Your Majesty. I will lead the fleet and launch a charge against the human fleet to fight for your Majesty!"

"Let's start then." Sanris Seratis looked at him coldly, wanting to see how he launched a death charge against the human fleet, how to break his bones, and demonstrate the fate of a traitor.

...

After communication is disconnected.

The adjutant of the Sigma fleet approached and asked, "Boss, are we really going to be cannon fodder?"

"Otherwise? There is the imperial fleet's cannon on the ass. What else can you do besides moving forward? As cannon fodder, at least there is the possibility of escaping the battlefield." Sigma naturally didn't want to be a cannon fodder, and began to plan how to survive. .

Just when he was thinking about how to survive.

Suddenly, a roar of naval guns awakened his thoughts.

boom!

A dozen warships of the Sigma Fleet suddenly fired at the Royal Fleet of Palese.

The fleet, which was already at war, suddenly wiped out its guns.

The Palaise Royal Fleet was shelled, and almost immediately after the Sigma Fleet opened fire, it launched a counterattack.

The guns of the Sigma fleet had already been locked, spewing out dazzling cannons.

boom! boom! boom……

Sigma was furious, and his opponent shouted, "What's the matter? Who fired the gun?!"

"No... I don't know. The secondary artillery of several battleships suddenly fired, not the artillery fired by our artillery group." The artillery group quickly explained.

However, it was too late to say anything.

The left wing of the Palerce Royal Fleet has opened fire. The warships of the Sigma Fleet were originally rebels, and their military literacy was not so high. When they were bombarded, they instinctively counterattacked in order to survive.

The guns on both sides roared and turned into a pot of porridge.

The warships of the Palaise Royal Fleet are sophisticated, and their firepower crushes the Sigma fleet.

The Sigma fleet moved as it counterattacked, still trying to struggle.

at the same time.

Sigma hurriedly sent a communication to the Templar Star, trying to explain: "Your Majesty, don't fire the cannon, Your Majesty... it's a human conspiracy, not the cannon I ordered, it must be a human mechanical spy."

When the Sigma fleet was incorporated, the Palese Military Council had already conducted a comprehensive inspection of the fleet.

With the technology of the Palestine civilization, I am confident that it is impossible to leave any mechanical spies in the fleet.

And Sanris Seratis didn't want to listen to his explanation, and didn't even want to look at him again.

Because his focus is all on Mekkatorque.

The Duke of Tuttle has boarded the flagship of the Royal Fleet to show Mekkatorque the order to take over the Royal Fleet.

However, Mekkatork rebelled and wanted to control the left wing of the fleet and stop the exchange of fire with the Sigma fleet.

The Palaise Royal Fleet was in chaos.

In the end, Saint Seratis dispatched a quasi-galactic-level templar and directly captured Mekkatorque.

Duke Tuttle took over. He had originally looked down on Sigma, a rebel who had been recruited, and ordered the left wing of the fleet to annihilate the Sigma fleet.

...

at the same time.

On the Shenzhou.

Fang Yuan saw the battle taking place on the left wing of the Palerce Royal Fleet, and knew that the chess piece of Sigma had exploded.

At the same time, Zhao Anya sent intelligence: "Mekkatorque was captured by the Quasi-class Templar and returned to the Templar Star, and the Royal Fleet of Palerce was taken over by the Duke of Tuttle."

"The time has come, the whole fleet will launch a general attack." Fang Yuan slowly issued the final command of the general attack.

The eight fleets of the Human Expeditionary Fleet, a total of 12,000 Dark Matter-class warships, as well as the Mechanical Empire Fleet, and the Photosynthetic Civilization Fleet, launched the final total offensive against the Palaise Royal Fleet.

Chaos occurred on the left wing of the Palaise Royal Fleet, which led to a flaw in the fleet formation.

The human expeditionary fleet launched a general offensive, the offensive was fierce, and the force was like a broken bamboo.

The Royal Fleet of Palerce was defeated from the front, and the Duke of Tuttle ordered a full counterattack.

However, the vacuum zero-point energy battleship is still inferior to the dark matter-class battleship in terms of combat power.

The Royal Fleet of Palerce still collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a flood that broke the bank, and there was no way to stop it.

...

at the same time.

On a destroyer returning to the Templar Star.

Mekkatorque struggled fiercely:

"Summerfield! What are you doing? Now there is a problem on the frontal battlefield, and chaos on the left wing. All this is a human conspiracy. The fleet formation is chaotic, and the humans launch a general offensive, and the frontal battlefield will inevitably be defeated.

"At this time, I must not leave the battlefield. The fleet commander is out, and I have the right to temporarily shelve orders from the home planet.

"Summerfield, send me back to the battlefield now, immediately! Right away!"

Summerfield was the quasi-galactic-class Templar sent by Saint Seratis to capture Mekkatorque.

He looked at Mekkatorque with cold eyes, and responded: "I only obey your majesty's orders. Your majesty asked me to take you back. You must go back, not a minute later."

No matter how hard Mekkatorque struggles, he can't get rid of the shackles of a quasi-galactic-class templar.

He could only helplessly be taken back to the Templar Star and brought to Saint Reese Seratis.

At the same time, news came that the frontal battlefield was defeated and the royal fleet retreated.

Mekkatork threw himself on the hall and shouted to Saint Seratis with anger and begging: "Your Majesty, send me back to the battlefield. Going back now, maybe there is a chance."

"Where to go back? Go back to your old master? And take my fleet with you!" Shengris Seratis scolded.

"Your Majesty, there is no time to explain now. As I said, I only loyal to the temple, and everything I do is for the destiny of civilization." Mekkatork tried his best to defend.

"Yes, your allegiance is to the sanctuary, not me. In your opinion, the last place to sit in another person! That's right?" Sanris Seratis scolded sharply.

"Your Majesty, haven't you seen it clearly yet? All this is a human conspiracy..."

Mekkatork released a document of human civilization and explained: "All of this is recorded in their civilization history.

"Going to war, attacking the heart is the top, and the city is the bottom.

"Their civilization has experienced countless civil wars. They are good at attacking their hearts, and they succeeded. This is a divorce!"

Saint Seratis didn't think about it, but even if this is a human conspiracy, it does not prevent Mekkatorque from having a rebellious heart.

It's not just a rebellious heart, it's already put into action.

"Divorce? So, you want to tell me, is it fake that you secretly rescued Caesar Seratis?!" Saint Seratis scolded angrily.

Mekkatorque fell silent, because he did send the Lucas Ghost Fleet to rescue Caesar Seratis secretly.

This is a fact, there is nothing to justify.

After Mekkatork's excitement passed, he slowly returned to calm, and some things gradually came to mind:

"Although I don't want to admit it, I did lose in this war, even if I didn't lose on the front battlefield.

"Yes, I did send a fleet to rescue Caesar Seratis, but I didn't think about betraying the temple.

"Rescuing Caesar Seratis can allow the rebels to submit, and indirectly solve the predicament of the Andromeda α 1024 300 thousand noble fleet.

"I still want to keep it simple.

"This incident has been a human conspiracy from the beginning.

"Caesar Seratis was a bait, I was fooled, so I lost."

Mekkatork said here, looking up at Sanris Seratis, the fluctuation in his expression was crying, and he smiled miserably: "Now no matter what I say, Your Majesty will not send me back to the battlefield. Right?

"However, Tuttle is really not the right person to be the commander-in-chief. He is more suitable for fighting for power among the high-level civilizations.

"Although he was willing to admit it, they won."

Saint Seratis snorted coldly: "You lost, but I didn't lose."

"The frontal battlefield has been defeated, and the rest of this battle is just a struggle." Mekkatork looked at the battle in the holographic image and couldn't help feeling sad.

Saint Seratis snorted coldly and connected to the communication of the flagship on the battlefield ahead.

In the communication screen, the picture of Duke Tuttle appears.

Duke Tuttle was a little anxious, but after seeing Saint Seratis, he immediately saluted: "Your Majesty, your fleet is fighting for you."

"Tell him how the battle is going." Saintress Seratis asked in a cold voice.

"Yes, now the battle is proceeding according to our plan, to lure the enemy into deep, and then launch a counterattack. As long as the human fleet pursues the spectacle of low light speed, their end will come." Duke Tuttle replied with a vow.

When Mekkatork heard this, his face turned pale, and he yelled: "You can't let them enter the spectacle of low light speed, absolutely not!"

"To shut up!"

After hearing the report from the Duke of Tuttle, Saint Seratis felt much better, and he yelled at Mekkatork and ordered the guards: "Bring him down and bring him to the crime stand, and show him the results of the war." After the victory, throw him into the abyss of the oath-sworn."

"No, you must not allow humans to enter the spectacle of low light speed! Tuttle, you criminal of the country..." Mekkatork shouted loudly, was dragged out of the hall by two guards, and sent to the Templar Star's accusation stand.

He stood on the confession platform, looked at the abyss of the caster below, saw lightning and thunder, and the changing of the situation, just like the battle in the distance.

He was a lot unwilling, but at this moment, he felt a deep powerlessness and despair.

He tried his best to save this civilization, but in the end he failed.

The decisive battle is not over yet, but he has already seen the end.

He screamed heartbreakingly, trying to make Saint Seratis change his mind, but it didn't make any sense.

The paranoia that was once usurped has made this king mad.

He turned to look at the two guards behind him.

Two guards, armed with weapons, stared at him.

One of them said aloud; "General Mekkatorque, you better not resist, wait here quietly, and we won't hurt you. Your Majesty said, let you see the end of the war.

"After the victory, your Majesty will be very happy, and maybe he will pardon you at that time."

Mekkatorque smiled miserably and looked up at the sky. After a long time, his eyes fell on the two guards: "Do you have any offspring?"

The two guards did not understand what he meant.

"If so, take them and leave. Stay away from Templar, and the Andromeda galaxy is big enough. Even if you lose the battle, as long as you stay away from the main channel, you can watch your children grow up, which makes people feel less regretful." Said with a smile.

The two guards were even more confused. The former fleet commander in front of him was about to be thrown into the Abyss of the Vows. Suddenly they laughed at this moment, making them very puzzled.

"After today, Palestine will no longer exist. The brilliance of the temple should be the most dazzling in the world. But it will soon be extinguished. Forgive my incompetence."

After Mekkatorque finished speaking the last sentence, his body slowly fell backwards, fell into the Abyss of the Vows, fell into the sea of ​​thunder and lightning, and was submerged by the turbulence in an instant.