129: The two gods strike! This is the real hunting ground!

The silent annihilation of the Iron Hammer struck the heart of Vulture Fleet like an invisible, colossal hammer.

As the Leviathan Guild's fleet commander, renowned for his calmness and strategic prowess, cold sweat for the first time beaded on The Vulture's forehead.

His eyes, usually as sharp as an eagle's, were now filled with unprecedented shock and gravity.

That was no conventional weapon.

It wasn't even an energy weapon.

It was a form of obliteration based on "rules" that he could neither comprehend nor defend against!

His brain spun frantically, trying to analyze the incredible scene he had just witnessed.

But all tactical models, all combat data, became pale and ridiculous in the face of such absolute power.

"All units! All units!"

His voice, transmitted through the public channel, echoed throughout the entire Ninth Fleet, his icy composure forcefully suppressing the panic that had begun to sprout in every crew member's heart.

"This is not a drill!"

"We are facing an enemy of unknown classification!"

"Abandon fixed formations! All ships scatter immediately! Maintain maximum maneuvering distance! Deploy the 'Skynet' formation!"

The Vulture knew very well that against such a terrifying weapon capable of instant kills, any dense formation was tantamount to suicide.

The only way was to transform the fleet into a vast, loose net, trading space for reaction time, and using numbers to exhaust the opponent's "Divine Punishment," which might have usage limitations.

He would not make the same foolish mistake as Iron Hammer.

He would use the calmest, most ruthless method to slowly grind down this prehistoric beast that had trespassed into their hunting grounds.

However, the second "Divine Punishment" he anticipated did not arrive.

Instead, two streaks of light burst forth from within the black ghost ship!

One was the thunder dragon mecha, swift as a blue lightning bolt, which they had already seen in intelligence reports.

The other was a heavy mecha they had never seen before, entirely black, but with gilded divine patterns flowing along its edges!

The mecha's design exuded an aesthetic of ultimate violence.

Its thick armor resembled the muscles of a god or demon, its menacing shoulder guards towered high, and the massive thrusters on its back, like the wings of a devil, all exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

Unlike the thunder dragon mecha, which pursued extreme speed and agility, the feeling it conveyed could be summarized in one word:

Destruction.

This was the ""asura"" mecha, custom-built and upgraded for Lin Mo by Gods Workshop.

Following closely behind the two mechas, an even larger, more terrifying figure slowly emerged from the mother ship's Hangar.

It was Fafnir!

The colossal dragon head, burning with golden divine fire, let out a roar that shook the heavens and earth, announcing the official start of the hunt!

"Sister and Brother Mo have both gone out!"

On the Bridge, Gu Nianqiu was pressed against the viewport, her little face almost glued to the glass, her big eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Wow! Brother Mo's new robot is so cool! It looks like black sesame paste with crème brûlée!"

As she spoke, she picked up another piece of cake, took a big bite, and mumbled encouragement to the two on the battlefield: "Go go! Turn all those bad guys into stars in the sky!"

"The left flank is yours," Lin Mo's voice sounded in the private communication channel, concise and clear.

"Hmph, a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered," Gu Zhixia's cold sneer was full of bloodthirsty confidence.

Before her words had even faded, the blue thunder dragon mecha had already transformed into a streak of lightning tearing through the battlefield, leading the charge!

"Open fire! Concentrate fire on that blue mecha!"

Vulture Fleet's left-wing commander roared hoarsely.

The muzzles of dozens of frigates and cruisers instantly spewed out a dense net of firepower, attempting to swallow that blue lightning bolt whole.

However, Gu Zhixia's combat was no longer mere piloting skill, but an art of death.

Under her control, the thunder dragon mecha weaved and dodged through the gaps in the barrage, executing extreme evasion maneuvers that ordinary people couldn't even imagine.

The mecha rolled at times, slid sideways at others; each dodge was executed with uncanny precision, as if she could predict the trajectory of every shell in advance.

Having passed through the deadly barrage, she descended upon the left-wing fleet's formation like an elegant grim reaper.

The high-frequency vibrating particle spear in her hand transformed into a death scythe, reaping steel Life.

With a single sweep, the spear blade sliced across the side of a frigate; the high-frequency vibrating particle blade, like a red-hot carving knife cutting through solidified butter, cleanly severed the thick armor along with the internal pipelines and structures, creating a terrifying gash tens of meters long!

Flames and electrical sparks erupted wildly from the wound!

Immediately after, she flicked her wrist, and the spear, like a venomous dragon emerging from its lair, precisely pierced the engine nozzle of another warship.

Boom!

The chain reaction of the engine's deflagration instantly blew that warship to pieces, turning it into a massive burning scrap of metal plummeting towards the sea.

Gu Zhixia's combat was a magnificent and deadly solo dance.

On the other side, the combination of Lin Mo and Fafnir was a pure, unadulterated display of brutal overwhelming force.

The ""asura"" mecha did not pursue evasion like the thunder dragon; instead, with an almost barbaric posture, it endured several incoming beams and charged directly towards Vulture Fleet's right flank.

Those beams, capable of piercing ordinary mechas, merely splashed off the ""asura""'s thick, dark-golden armor, creating weak energy ripples, unable to even slow its speed by a fraction.

In Lin Mo's hand, he wielded a monstrous dark-golden Dragon Soul Greatsword, half a head taller than the mecha itself.

Roar—!!!

Fafnir opened its massive maw, and a golden torrent of divine fire, like a divine punishment, swept towards the right-wing fleet.

The warships frantically evaded, their formation instantly thrown into disarray.

And this was the opportunity Lin Mo had been waiting for.

He piloted the ""asura"" mecha, like a black death comet, plunging into the chaotic formation.

He lacked Gu Zhixia's exquisite skill; his fighting style was simple, direct, and brutal.

A frigate attempting to attack him with its secondary cannons was directly cleaved by his sword.

The colossal Dragon Soul Greatsword, imbued with a terrifying power capable of severing mountains, split that frigate, along with its energy shield, from bow to stern, in two!

The massive explosion of fire couldn't even shake the ""asura"" in the slightest.

Fafnir was even more ferocious.

Its colossal body was the most terrifying weapon.

A single swing of its dragon claw could smash a cruiser's Bridge to smithereens.

A sweep of its enormous dragon tail could send several frigates, unable to dodge in time, flying, colliding into a heap of scrap metal in the air.

A giant dragon that had broken into a sheepfold, accompanied by a god of slaughter wielding a greatsword.

At this moment, Vulture Fleet's right flank was utterly transformed into a living hell.

"Monsters! They are monsters!"

"Right flank requesting support! We can't hold on much longer! That dragon... that dragon is chewing up the 'Seawolf' like a biscuit!"

"This isn't a battle! This is a massacre!"

Terrified, despairing wails echoed intermittently across the Ninth Fleet's communication channel.

The Vulture's face was ashen, his gaze fixed on the two gods of slaughter frantically reaping his fleet on the tactical screen, his un-monocled eye bloodshot from rage and terror.

His proud "Skynet" was being torn to shreds by these two monsters who completely defied conventional tactics.

But he was still The Vulture.

After the initial shock, he keenly caught a detail.

The black heavy mecha and the giant dragon coordinated too perfectly, almost inseparable.

And while the blue mecha was agile, after each attack, it would instinctively pull back a certain distance.

They were avoiding being split and surrounded!

A bold and insane plan instantly formed in his mind.

"All units, attention!"

The Vulture's voice was devoid of emotion, yet filled with undeniable resolve.

"Abandon the right flank! All firepower, including the flagship's main cannon, concentrate entirely on the left flank!"

"Order the 'Slave Catcher' squad to prepare to launch 'Magnetic Storm Torpedoes'!"

"I don't care how you do it, pin that blue mecha down there!"

He was willing to sacrifice half a fleet for an opportunity.

An opportunity to completely trap and destroy one of the gods of slaughter!

The roles of hunter and hunted, at this moment, seemed to have quietly reversed.