202: General, you are mighty!

"This is...!!!"

A sudden, deafening cry of surprise erupted from behind Gan Dang.

Within their field of vision, hundreds of Warships unexpectedly emerged from the ink-black, vast starry sky, hurtling toward them at an astonishing speed.

However, this was not yet the most terrifying and shocking part.

What truly made their hearts race were the flags fluttering loudly in the wind high above the Warships.

[Human Race, Li Army!]

The moment Gan Dang saw this scene, his entire body shuddered as if struck by lightning, and he immediately roared at the top of his lungs without hesitation.

"Call for reinforcements!"

But just as his voice fell, what came from all around were responses filled with extreme panic.

"General! The communication System has been jammed; we can't contact the outside world at all!"

"General! Our Warship's core kinetic energy is also losing control at an extremely fast rate!"

"It's the Human Race Martial Arts Company!"

"This is an elite unit of the Li Army! Only they could be equipped with such a core Combat AI!"

Hearing the chaotic reports and discussions, Gan Dang's expression became increasingly grim, and beads of sweat even began to pop out on his forehead.

But at this moment, he could not afford the slightest hesitation or retreat.

He stared intently at the approaching fleet of ships that resembled prehistoric beasts, gritted his teeth hard, and squeezed out two words through the gaps in his teeth.

"Engage!"

...At the Warship's position, Lin Yan's body was as tense as a bowstring, his eyes like torches as he stared at the massive Yao Race fleet that had suddenly turned around outside the window.

His eyes, once deep as the sea, were now burning with a raging Killing Intent, as if they could incinerate everything before him.

Just then, a roar like a crack of thunder suddenly rang out.

"Ram them!!!"

Wei Ping's volume was so loud it almost shook the entire fleet.

It also clearly reached the ears of the soldiers of the First Elite Regiment who were fighting desperately within the encirclement.

In an instant, the soldiers fighting in blood raised their heads one after another.

Their eyes, filled with determination, turned slightly red.

"Your Highness..." Only the shout of the general with the cultivation of the first grade of the Emperor Rank was heard.

"Raise the flags!"

Along with his roar, dozens of military flags, like ignited fires, were instantly hoisted high from each Warship, snapping loudly in the vast starry sky.

Almost at the same moment.

A series of earth-shattering rumbles echoed continuously.

Boom... Boom boom... The ramming had begun!

Lin Yan took the lead, stepping directly into the passage between the Warships formed by the ramming.

Following closely behind him were, naturally, the Flame Guards, who also possessed a soaring Killing Intent.

Lian Chuan and Xue Cheng did not come.

Their cultivation was too low; Lin Yan had simply said, "Don't make me get distracted taking care of you!"

Their speed was extremely fast, instantly attracting the attention of many soldiers from the First Elite Regiment who were also charging forward.

"What is this?"

"Your Highness!"

Especially one armored middle-aged man whose appearance was very similar to Wei An.

Wei Ping's expression changed slightly.

"Your Highness!"

"Just leave it to us, you..."

What interrupted him...

...was the cold voice of the youth, who had slightly lowered the baseball cap that had instantly materialized.

"No!"

Wei Ping's lips parted slightly as he wanted to say more.

Fu Ying shook his head slightly at him.

"Say no more."

"His Highness has probably never suppressed such a huge fire in his entire life."

"I have fully sensed this Yao Race enemy force; there won't be any problems."

Hearing this, Wei Ping could only nod helplessly.

Fu Ying's cultivation was higher than his, and he also understood Your Highness's personality and strength better.

Since he had said so, he could only comply.

Moreover.

He looked at the back of the youth, who was gradually clenching his fists, and a deep sense of emotion flashed in his eyes.

Your Highness and His Eminence... are truly alike when they were young.

Whenever there is a major battle, they are always at the forefront.

"Kill!"

The shouts of killing shook the starry sky.

Lin Yan, who had already arrived inside the lead Warship of the ramming, had eyes like a tiger, instantly locking onto the front of the soldiers who were already charging into the Yao Race Warships with overwhelming force.

There were numerous Yao Race Martial Artists with ferocious expressions.

They were also the targets for the youth to vent the monstrous rage that had been pent up within him all along the way.

"Fuck!"

A national swear word.

Bang—!

A resonant stomp on the ground.

Lin Yan's eyes were wide open, and his whole body emitted a chilling Evil Qi. Like a tiger descending from a mountain, he lunged forward with thunderous momentum.

His figure was like lightning, and wherever he passed, the Li Army soldiers who were charging bravely were all tossed aside by his brute force.

In the blink of an eye, he had already rushed in front of a Yao Race soldier.

Seeing this sudden, terrifying figure, a look of utter horror just began to rise in the Yao Race soldier's eyes.

"Scum!"

A roar, sounding like thunder.

His hands, like iron pincers, tightly gripped the heavy battle armor on the Yao Race soldier, then he pulled outward with a sudden burst of strength.

Rip—!

Only the sound of a piercing tear rang out.

That Yao Race soldier with a cultivation of the ninth grade of the King Rank was torn into two halves just like that!

Crimson blood and shattered internal organs splattered everywhere, adding a touch of scarlet to the already blood-red surroundings.

Lin Yan didn't care at all about the blood splattered on his clothes.

With a violent swing of his arm, his right fist clenched, veins bulging.

He smashed his fist into the head of another Yao Race soldier who had just regained his senses but had no time to react.

Bang—!

Like a ripe watermelon being smashed to pieces, blood mixed with white brain matter sprayed everywhere.

The headless corpse crashed heavily to the ground.

Such a bloody, brutal scene, filled with the aesthetics of violence, was like a bolt of lightning, causing the soldiers of both races on the field to snap back to their senses as if waking from a dream.

The faces of the Li Army soldiers turned red one by one, their Soul constantly buffeted by a powerful force from deep within.

We marched out of the pass!

We broke through the front lines!

We lost countless brothers!

We are here to complete His Eminence's mission!

We! Are the Li Army's First Elite Regiment!

No one knew who was the first to break this deathly silence and shout out.

"Roar!"

This roar was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, instantly triggering a chain reaction.

Following closely were deafening roars rising one after another.

"The General is mighty!"

These four words were like a torrent, surging and echoing in the hearts of every Li Army soldier.

At this moment, rage and release were like the fire burning in the youth's heart, filling the chests of the Li Army soldiers.

We can't shout "Your Highness"! Can't we shout "General"?!

Looking again at the Yao Race soldiers whose Aura was already weakening.

The ferocity in their eyes had long since vanished, replaced by deep fear, as they involuntarily retreated again and again.