Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!-Chapter 927 - 655: Decapitation Operation

Through the porthole, Bai E could see human ships belonging to the same fleet all around him.

The metallic hulls reflected the cold light from distant stars, like silent steel tombstones.

The biological warships of the Bug Race made no engine roar, no flash from thrust, simply gliding through the vacuum with some kind of instinctive biological crawling.

As the distance between them drew closer, their forms became clearer in Bai E's eyes.

Their bodies, encased in thick chitin armor, resembled living asteroids, surfaces densely packed with dark blue or ghastly green biomass turrets, whose muzzles glowed ominously brighter as the distance decreased.

"Fire!"

The order was transmitted through encrypted channels, and instantly, the fan-shaped steel formation lit up.

The Fire God's chains of shells turned into crimson whips, the Purifier Main Cannon emitted thick beams of high-energy particles, fortress heavy missiles with long tails of flame swarmed out, while the falcon drone cannons dispersed into a shower of flickering light spots.

A scene of destruction illuminated the cosmos, dark with starry specks, beams and explosions intertwining, silently narrating annihilation.

Yet this concentrated firepower, capable of inflicting severe damage on planets, had little effect against the Bug Race's chitin armor.

Most starships' weapons could only leave vast scorched smears or tiny dents on the heavy biological armor, which were swiftly covered by new tissue.

The flames of devastation bloomed on the surface of the Bug Race's mothership, yet as though a stone thrown into a deep pool, failed even to stir a decent ripple.

Only the main ships from the three giant forces — Thunder Dragon Empire, Blood Cry Empire, and Thousand Stars Commerce Alliance — could manage to crack open the armor at impact points, splattering viscous acid and tissue fragments, as if chiseling shallow pits into rock.

But that was all.

The Bug Race's counterattack was swift and precise.

The biological turrets on the mothership's surface flared bright, countless dark blue biochemical plasma streams and ghastly green spore ray clusters poured towards the human line like a reverse torrential rain.

A small starship, belonging to a nation and positioned at the formation's edge, bore the brunt.

Its energy shield flickered madly under the continuous plasma bombardment, and then shattered like bubbles.

Several spore rays directly struck the starship's midsection, instantly spreading corrosive toxic green gas, twisting and melting the ship's structure silently.

Internal explosions' flashes leaked through portholes and fissures, the entire starship, after a brief bloating, transformed into a slowly floating mass of metal and organic residue.

This was only the beginning.

More starships' shield readings plummeted on the tactical screen, turning into glaring red.

The tremors from the ship hulls' impacts transmitted through the structure across the entire ship, the dull blasts from metal tearing and energy conduits overloading echoed inside the ship.

The public communication channel was instantly filled with chaotic cries for help, warnings, and damage reports:

"Shield overload! Starboard hit, cabins three to five are depressurized!"

"Evade! Evade! Those green fumes will corrode the armor!"

"Help... Help us! The engine room's been breached!"

"Seventh ship! Seventh ship's signal disappeared!"

In the main command center, only the sharp alarm of instruments and operators' suppressed, hurried reports echoed.

Xing Zhuo's face was ashen, he stared deadpan at the tactical screen as friendly markers turned green to yellow, then red and dimmed.

The Blood Cry Empire commander's previous sneer seemed to linger in his ears, yet now no one was in the mood to argue.

He clenched his teeth, nails deeply embedded in his palm, his previous indifference to allies' life or death was shattered by the cold reality before him— the Bug Race's counterattack was efficient and deadly, quickly eroding the hastily organized human line.

'Are these Cosmic Monsters?'

This thought could not help but rise in his heart.

These evolved biological weapons seemed born specifically for battle, looking across all previous Cosmic Monster data, humans have never encountered a Cosmic Monster evolved to such an extent.

They no longer simply relied on their powerful bodies to traverse the cosmos, but developed biological technology capable of rivaling human technology.

Is this some kind of species composed of Cosmic Monsters?!

Among them has another kind of civilization and society perhaps developed?

Upon envisioning this possibility, Xing Zhuo felt chills running down his spine.

What's even stranger is, why in all the past times humans dominated the Galaxy, had they never seen their presence?

'What should we do?' For the first time, the immense power exhibited by the unknown created complete bewilderment in him.

Bai E stood by the porthole, silently observing the inferno outside.

In his spiritual energy sensing, the vast, ethereal, and hunger-malice filled Bug Race spiritual energy field still firmly enveloped this space, like an invisible cage.

The firelight of the human fleet's counterattack seemed so weak and futile against this overwhelming force and coordinated retaliatory front.

Every destruction of an allied ship caused the atmosphere in the command center to stagnate further, despair like cold deep sea, slowly drowning everyone.

Time slipped away in the leap of casualty numbers, each second accompanied by the lament of metal and the disappearance of life.

It can't continue like this.

"We must mount a stronger counterattack." Bai E sought Xing Zhuo.

"You have a solution?" Xing Zhuo's gaze seemed slightly dazed as he looked over, the previous conflict with Bai E now insignificant in the face of the powerful Cosmic Monster.