Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high! Chapter 1080 734: Reinforcements
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Upon the vast tactical star map, the Jade Stone Star's icon was nearly consumed by the dark, menacing purple of the Bug Race, with only a scattering of green points remaining, akin to faint candles flickering against a gale.
The allied fleet's blue light points were diminishing at an alarming rate.
"General! The 'Shield of Strength' cruiser... signal lost! The 'Sharp Blade' destroyer squadron has lost over half its strength, requesting to withdraw from the battle sequence!" The intelligence officer's voice was thick with despair.
The allied commander, a veteran from the Steel Alliance, appeared to have aged a decade in mere moments.
He fixed his gaze upon the star map, his fists clenched so tightly they were white.
With at least a billion lives still on the planet below, he was faced with the agonizing decision to abandon them...
Amidst this suffocating atmosphere of hopelessness, the piercing alarm suddenly shifted its cadence!
"Warning! Detecting a colossal energy signature! Location... Aisera V! Magnitude... immense! Unidentified!"
The sensor operator's voice spiked, laced with incredulous horror.
"What?!" The commander's head snapped up, his bloodshot eyes locked onto the main display.
He witnessed countless points of light, like newly born stars, materialize around the planet Aisera V, a former part of the jungle star system!
These lights weren't the familiar blue of allies or the ominous purple of the Bug Race; they blazed in a chaotic, fiery orange-red, radiating a raw, savage aura!
"Energy signature analysis... extremely volatile! Structure... bafflingly crude! It resembles... a colossal amalgamation of space debris hurtling together?!"
The technical officer's voice carried a tone of utter disbelief.
Before the bridge crew could even begin to process this bizarre spectacle, the alarms blared once more, this time from a different vector:
"Warning! Large-scale jump signal detected! Location... near the star system's outer L5 Lagrangian point! Energy characteristics... highly structured! Spiritual energy reaction... intensely potent! It's... Elves! But not from any known Star Alliance elf lineage! Ship design—dark, sharp, adorned with intricate thorns!"
On the screen, the area denoting the new jump point ignited with deep, unsettling purple lights, meticulously arranged in a sharp arrowhead formation. They pulsed with a cold, formidable spiritual energy wave, presenting a stark contrast to the cluster of orange-red lights.
"Beastman, and Dark Elves? How are they present here?!"
The commander's voice was sharp with shock, alarm bells ringing furiously in his mind.
Historical records within the Star Alliance did not indicate any friendly relations between these factions and humanity, particularly the Beastman, who were practically synonymous with havoc and devastation.
However, their purpose would soon become alarmingly clear to the allies—
"Their objective is Jade Stone Star!"
"The Beastman fleet... their target is Jade Stone Star! The Dark Elf fleet... also targeting Jade Stone Star!"
The intelligence officer's voice quavered, "They... they haven't initiated any communication protocols with us! All codes and general warnings are being disregarded! They are proceeding directly towards Jade Stone Star! However... it appears their focus isn't on us or the Bug Race?"
The commander observed as the two immense fleets, each radiating a palpable sense of danger, sliced through the Aisera Star System. They completely bypassed the smaller Bug Race units and the scattered remnants of the allied ships in their path.
Their trajectory pointed directly towards Jade Stone Star's orbit, or more precisely, a solitary luminescent point on its surface, representing the last bastion of human presence.
"Are they... arriving to support the New Bauhinia Squad?" an aide whispered, his voice filled with disbelief.
The notion itself was staggering.
Beastman were known to pledge allegiance only to those they recognized as "war leaders," while Dark Elves were infamous for their treachery, self-interest, and relentless pursuit of power.
What reason could possibly drive them to unite and traverse the galaxy to aid a single human?
"Regardless of their intentions..." The commander drew a deep, steadying breath, a flicker of resolve igniting in his eyes, mingled with a sliver of relief.
"Our common adversary at this moment is undeniably the Bugs! I order the entire army: maintain the highest state of alert, but do not engage these two newly arrived forces directly! Maintain maximum distance from their trajectories, prioritize eliminating Bug threats, and continue to buy precious time for the ground evacuation! Yield the path to them!"
In the face of the Bug Race's apocalyptic might, any entity capable of sharing the immense burden, even the Beastman and Dark Elves, was an invaluable asset at this critical juncture.
The allies made the strategic decision to overlook the peculiar actions of these unexpected visitors, concentrating their full attention on the immediate, desperate fight for survival.
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The thunderous roar of explosions reverberated against the metallic shields of the "Beacon" spaceport.
A sickly palette of purple and green painted the sky, a grim tableau formed by the corrosive acid clouds spewed from the Bug Race's bio-ships and the crisscrossing beams of human defensive artillery.
The Star Alliance's shattered defenses, along with the Jade Stone Star Defense Force and Bai E's New Bauhinia Squad, struggled to hold their ground. They were like a solitary vessel amidst a tempest, weathering the relentless onslaught of the Bug Race's ground assault.
Bai E, commanding the "Star Emperor" mecha, wielded the Devouring Star Blade with ferocious power. Each sweep carved a path of destruction, annihilating the swarming aliens attempting to breach their lines and charge towards the final transports where civilians were being urgently evacuated.
The mecha’s exterior bore the scars of countless impacts and corrosive attacks, its spiritual energy radiating a faint, wavering light.
Catherine's strained voice crackled over the internal comms: "My Lord! Transport ships 'Beacon' Berth 3 and 4 are fully loaded and have begun their ascent! Berth 5… it took a direct hit from an acid cannon and has crashed! Berth 6 is the last sizable vessel; it's packed with people and needs at least another fifteen minutes!"
"Secure Berth 6!" Bai E's command was steely and composed. His blade moved with deadly precision, bisecting a Bug Race Rippler mid-leap as it lunged for the berth's entrance.