The alloy hull made by the Thor super-high civilization seemed to be less harder than the soil blocks, and the holes were slowly torn open, and some Morrow soldiers had already rushed in.

Long Feng shouted: "All turrets on the surface of the hull are strafing horizontally at 360 degrees. The special forces in the warship close all isolation valves in the cabin, and individuals are strictly prohibited from fighting alone." The soldiers trembled and repeated Long Feng's orders and began to issue orders in panic.

Seeing the stiff hands and feet of the new recruits, Long Feng shook his head helplessly, waved his right hand, and strong energy surged all over his body. Super spiritual energy swept out. The Moluo warriors who had been marked with a spiritual mark by him were instantly shattered by this powerful sense of thought, and there was no trace left.

Long Feng gasped for a moment and said coldly: "If I were not present, you would have all been killed. Remember, you have all been killed... Returning to the base, I will ask your instructor to train you with ten times more harsh means... In order for you to survive on the battlefield, please."

The soldiers with red faces controlled the radar to scan the nearby area, but did not find the enemy situation. Long Feng's fleet slowly returned to the flight.

Long Feng calculated alone: ​​"I can probably deal with the Moro fleet that is more than a thousand times more. If there are more, I will only run away... Damn it, it's still not strong enough. Although the energy intensity can deal with more fleets, it's really a headache to accurately locate each soldier."

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Hei Shalu and his tribe members saw all this and sighed boredly. Hei Shalu said, "The Moluo people are really useless, but that person on earth uses the same energy as the man from the Dark Gods who were alone last time. Well, does he have anything to do with it?"

A tribe member asked him carefully: "Wang, then do you want it?"

Heisha Luo pondered for a long time: "No matter he is, it's better not to continue alarming the people on earth... Of course, I mean we should not continue to alarm them. As for the people of the Molu, it depends on their reaction. You should practice hard and increase your own strength. If there is no accident, this interstellar war can be at least a billion years. Let those races go. The more chaotic the better. We only have ten thousand years to do it."

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Mo Hexing, the leader of the Moluo clan, heard the report of the Moluo battleship supervising the battle. He frowned, waved his big hand gently, and said in contemplation: "Great Master, they are also using the Thor warships. In this way, it will be rare to deal with it."

The great wizard shrouded in a black robe pondered for a while: "Don't pay attention to them anymore. God just needs to send a fleet. Since we have already sent it, it is not our responsibility. Now we have to deal with the Thor people with all our might. For such a weak race, we can deal with them in the future."
Chapter completed!