The Final Battle (Part 20)

Boom!

Along with the self-destruction and eradication of the last Demon Dragon Mecha, this second wave of the offensive passed smoothly.

At this moment, the middle-aged man with rabbit ears jumped out again and began to comment, "It’s over, it’s over, the second wave of the offensive has ended once more! The combat power of the angels is truly too formidable; angel mecha pilots truly live up to their name as the strongest mecha pilots of the river of stars rising!"

The Prada higher-ups in the spectator stands all furrowed their brows, for the might of these angels exceeded their imagination.

The Lion Emperor muttered to himself, "I never expected the combat power of the angels under my Lord to be so formidable. Fortunately, fortunately, the angels are few in number. In the future, my Lord will still have to rely on us Prada people!"

"Not at all, not at all! His Majesty speaks the truth. This entire river of stars only has a little over three hundred angel mecha pilots!" A veteran official chimed in, "Hmph, so what if they are fierce? With numbers that cannot keep up, they cannot form an absolute, crushing force! As for our Prada orc mecha pilots, their numbers are in the tens of millions and hundreds of millions!"

When one really calculated it, the total population of the various orc races of Prada combined—including those on various administrative stars, resource stars, and other habitable planets—reached a full three hundred hai, which translated to three hundred trillion. However, the talent required to become a mecha pilot and pilot a mecha was not something everyone possessed. Therefore, the Prada people achieving a mecha pilot probability of one in a million was already quite impressive.

What a pathetic sense of pride. If the Lion Emperor and the others knew that Xiao Hen possessed tens of billions of angels across various cosmic planes, who knew what expressions they would wear!

Putting this aside, Xiao Hen’s subordinates also included the Koolm people, a peak level-seven civilization. Although they were somewhat inferior to the Koolm mother civilization where the Xenomorph universe resided, the Koolm Tribe currently developing within the Divine Kingdom space had already begun to increase in population severalfold, and the technological strength of the civilization had even improved. All of this was due to some technological creations concerning the Kroatia civilization provided by Xiao Hen, as well as some technological creations from the Prada Galaxy. Through drawing inferences from one instance to others, the enhancement of the civilization’s technology was entirely normal.

"Let us look at the casualties of both sides!" The rabbit-eared middle-aged commentator continued to speak loudly, "The Demon Dragon Mecha Division numbered five thousand, with two thousand eight hundred fallen. As for the angels, seventeen fell!"

"What a terrifying casualty ratio this is!" The rabbit-eared middle-aged man shook his head and said, "Although this partly stemmed from the massive casualties caused by the special power of the Demon Dragon Mecha, the gap in this ratio is still far too great!"

Hearing this, the expressions of the Lion Emperor and other Prada higher-ups instantly turned ugly. In particular, one majestic elder was the Empire’s Minister of Military Affairs. The empire’s military was incompetent, and the empire’s upper echelons were all looking at him with blame in their eyes.

"Hmph, the Behemoth Legion will definitely completely annihilate these angels!" The Minister of Military Affairs said fiercely.

"Do not forget, the time stipulated by that great presence is one hour. As long as the angels can hold out for one hour, they win!" The Lion Emperor stated, "The Behemoth Legion is the ultimate crystallization of our entire Prada civilization! The total number is only ten thousand. Dispatching the final trump card of this civilization this time is merely to deal with a little over two hundred angels! I truly do not know who will win and who will lose!"

At these words, everyone fell silent. It was true; they had always been the hegemons of this galaxy, and the Behemoth Legion was the ultimate trump card of their civilization, never to be used unless the civilization faced destruction. Bringing them out this time to spar with the angels made it truly hard to tell what could be called victory or defeat.

Because they had brought out their ultimate trump card merely to deal with a little over two hundred angels, they had already lost!

These angels all hailed from low-level civilizations, and some were even born from primitive civilizations, such as Jane.

The gap between these civilizations and Prada was as vast as heaven and earth, and the two simply could not be compared. Under such circumstances, the Prada people actually had to bring out the ultimate trump card of their civilization to contend against them.

"It is not necessarily so either. After all, the angels are under my Lord, so having this strength is only right!" An elder with the body of a human and the head of a fox said serenely, "If they lacked such strength, on what grounds could they serve under my Lord?"

The Prada higher-ups had already been completely brainwashed—cough, converted. No matter how disdainful they were toward the angels, whenever they spoke, Xiao Hen remained the center of everything.

"Not at all, not at all!"

"That is the logic!"

"Because of the existence of my Lord, these angels are thus so formidable!"

"Everything is because of my Lord!"

On the arena, after comparing the casualty ratios of both sides, the rabbit-eared middle-aged man spoke once more, "Next is our most, most splendid duel of the day, which is the battle of the angels versus the Behemoth Legion!"

"The might of the angels is beyond doubt!" The rabbit-eared middle-aged man said solemnly, "However, what I want to say is that the Behemoth Legion is the most crucial and most formidable legion of our civilization, so the angels must be careful this time!"

"As for every single mecha pilot of the Behemoth Legion, their personal physical quality goes without saying. Selected from a total civilization population of three hundred trillion, the ten thousand of them represent the peak tier of civilization quality. As for the mecha they pilot—the Behemoth Mecha—each and every Behemoth Mecha is equivalent to the flagship of a level-seven main battle warship!"

"Ten thousand Behemoth Mechas are equivalent to ten thousand main battle flagships. Just thinking about that might is terrifying!" The rabbit-eared middle-aged man shook his head and said proudly, "This is the strongest armed force with which our civilization can deter the entire galaxy, and even galaxies beyond our own!"

"Therefore, angels, be careful! Whether you can last through one hour depends on your own fortune!" The rabbit-eared middle-aged man shouted loudly, "Behemoth Legion, make your entrance!"

As the rabbit-eared man’s voice fell, the heavy doors of a void fortress outside the arena opened with a booming sound, and giant golden mechas flew out one after another. This was a giant mecha resembling an ape, with each one standing close to one hundred meters tall, possessing a thick and sturdy physique that looked somewhat clumsy. Yet their movements were swift and agile, just like apes leaping among the trees in a forest.

The flight speed of these Behemoth Mechas was extremely fast, no slower than that of the Demon Dragon Mecha or the War Tiger Mecha, and perhaps even a notch faster. Although their combat power had not yet been displayed, judging from what the rabbit-eared middle-aged man had just said, it would definitely not be poor. Mechas capable of rivaling level-seven main battle flagships could not possibly be weak!

"Jane!" On the arena, Angelina looked with a solemn expression at the Behemoth Mecha gradually flying and arriving in the distance, and said, "How is your recovery of power? This third wave of the offensive is not simple! The three of us must act together! Furthermore, even if the three of us act together, I cannot guarantee whether we can persist until after one hour…"

"Me?"

Watching the Behemoth Mecha Legion flying in from afar, Jane’s expression remained calm, without even a ripple of fluctuation. No matter how strong this kind of top-tier mecha was, what of it? In a one-on-one fight, she would still thrash them mercilessly. It was just that the number of mechas before her had reached ten thousand, forcing even her to treat them with caution.

"Wanting to fully recover my power is simple!" As Jane spoke, a thought stirred in her heart. The special effect stemming from the Lord of Time and Space’s ten points of favorability began to activate, and with a boom, her aura erupted. In the blink of an eye, Jane’s power restored itself to her true, absolute peak period.

"This…" Angelina was momentarily stunned. She completely failed to understand how Jane had managed it, actually recovering all the consumed power she had just expended in an instant. There was even this kind of operation?