Chapter 1261 The Fall of Ayr (1)

Trembling all over, the fanatic didn't dare to think about it, so he could only wave the light blade in his hand wildly to vent his uneasiness.

Even though he knows that he will not be spared, the noble Son of Al will never accept a cowardly death. Even if he dies, he will have to support a few people!

At the same time, his attention was constantly looking around, trying to figure out where these bugs came from?

Why are they able to skip the front line of defense and appear directly in front of the last barrier of their home planet?

Until now, the fanatics did not believe that the front line had been completely lost. Even if the master's will could distort and interfere with communications, it would be impossible to wipe out dozens of legions in an instant, right?

They must have used some kind of space technology to jump over the defense line, a leaping technology that even the protoss has never seen before!

His eyes wandered, and the stern light blade cut a jumping fly several meters long into several pieces, but suddenly a sharp and sinister armor thorn shot out from the ground, instantly tearing the golden armor apart, penetrating from the fanatic's abdomen, and then Pass through the back and stab directly into the sky.

"Born for Al!!"

In mid-air, the dying fanatic let out a roar, and the light blade flashed, cutting off the thorn that pierced him.

Hiss~~

Green mucus spurted out from the broken part of the spike, and it swung back to the earth. The fanatic who was stabbed nearly a hundred meters in the air held down the broken spike in his body and felt that the dense barbs inside were injecting drama into his flesh and blood. poison.

But he did not choose to pull it out because he knew that after the penetrating wound as big as the mouth of a bowl was torn, he would only die faster!

Using nether energy to suppress toxins, I still have ten minutes to live...

After exhausting all the strength to float up, the fanatic looked at the sea of ​​​​insects at his feet, and the light blade in his hand vibrated with a buzzing sound.

But at this moment, a shrill and dull roar came from the end of his sight.

The sound was so low and deep, as if it was coming from the depths of the earth, or from a distant subspace, making people's internal organs seem to vibrate with it.

When the fanatic raised his head, he happened to see a "flesh volcano" arching up on the purple-red earth, with a diameter of more than a thousand meters. Worms with petal-like heads drilled out of the ground and "vomited" out a steady stream of zerg armies.

In an instant, the fanatics understood where this sea of ​​insects that swallowed up the entire earth came from!

It turns out that there really is a creature that can use its body to connect to the void, forming a physical "channel" between its head and tail!

No wonder the jump wave was not detected in advance. His body was traveling through the void dimension...

With a heartache, the fanatics knew that the detection equipment on the home star probably did not detect this kind of insect, which meant that the insect swarm had already overrun the home star.

"Attention all Sons of El, jump to the Mother Ship in outer space immediately. We want to return to the mother planet to aid!"

A majestic and solemn voice came from the universe, and vaguely, the fanatics could also hear the deep anxiety.

He raised his head and saw golden meteors burning in the atmosphere, trailing out brilliant tail flames.

That's...a garrison fleet in outer space...

In the end, the black fleshy wings blocked the sunlight, and countless ferocious black spots rushed into the interior of the planet. The fanatic closed his eyes in pain and was quickly overwhelmed by the surging insect tide.

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"The fleet has been assembled, all weapons have been unlocked, and the shield batteries have been recharged. Please give instructions, Commander!"

In a gorgeous and luxurious hall full of gold hollow patterns, Tassadar stared at the star map quietly, his eyes deep and solemn.

After a few seconds, he turned to look at the adjutant and frowned slightly.

“Is there no response from the [Supreme Council]?”

"Yes, after receiving the notification yesterday, they said they would respond as soon as possible, but there has been no news until now."

Tassadar frowned even more tightly, feeling that the people in the [Supreme Council] were getting more and more ridiculous. They obviously had an efficient spiritual link, but they had to follow some ancient sense of ritual and go through layers of approval to create an extremely complicated project. process.

It is said that every council member should be involved in decision-making, but in fact it is damn bureaucracy!

Shaking his head angrily, Tassadar's eyes narrowed: "No wait, the fleet is launched to drive the enemy back to their hometown!"

The adjutant looked happy and nodded fiercely.

"yes!"

Most of the main battleships of the protoss were gathered together, and tens of millions of golden star points began to twinkle in the universe.

The huge fleet was like a giant beast waking up from the darkness, slowly squirming, and unabashedly crushing towards the established goal.

"There is no combat order issued by the [Supreme Council], you are giving them a clue..."

Not far behind him, Zeratul's voice came from the dark shadows. Tassadar stared at the star map without squinting.

"All combat plans have already been approved. Moreover, as the top commander on the front line, I also have the right to adjust the combat policy at any time. The symbolic final command to start the war is optional, so don't take it to heart."

Zeratul looked at Tassadar's back quietly, said nothing, and disappeared into the shadows again.

Soon, the movement of the protoss was detected on the [Mechanicum's] radar. As the size of the entire fleet was gradually revealed, a strong sense of panic began to spread among the army.

"17 million, 18 million, 20 million, and counting..."

"The enemy's fleet is hundreds of times larger than ours!"

On the radar screen, the powerful psionic energy reaction has lit up the entire screen, which means that the protoss' golden fleet is large enough to completely cover the radar's detection range!

"Commander! I suggest immediately abandoning all outer defense lines and mobilizing all forces around [New Midway Island]!"

The frontline captain's call came from the quantum network. Augustine pondered for a few seconds, his brows tightly knitted together.

The originally deployed elastic defense front was based on the idea of ​​exchanging space for time.

Due to the advantage of our own high-end combat power, the enemy will definitely not dare to concentrate the fleet too much, and will not be able to form a sharp "spearhead" to penetrate the defense line!

Therefore, even a "thin" barrier can withstand the enemy's offensive while maximizing one's own high-end combat power advantage!

Based on this combat concept, [Mechanicus] expanded its outermost defense line very far.

Just like a sphere, the larger the radius of the sphere, the surface area will increase exponentially, and the "contact surface" with the enemy will be wider!

This combat plan is indeed the optimal solution when the enemy fleet exceeds our own by several times, but when it exceeds hundreds of times, it will maximize the enemy's numerical advantage!

Therefore, shrinking the defense line is indeed a wise choice. When the "ball" is small to a certain extent, the combat power in the unit space is saturated.