Reiterate a million times this is not a game

Chapter 98 The End of Civilization

When the fleet of Plato civilization appeared within the range of the players, the battle officially began.

I saw countless beams of light on the battleships of the Plato Civilization attacking the players' battleships, watching the overwhelming attack gem defense actively meet them and take the damage.

"How is the Gem Defense Driver?"

"It's not a big problem, I can withstand it!"

"It's a small thing, the damage is just scraping!"

"Hahaha! This wave is completely crushed! Brothers are eating meat!"

"Go! Go! Go!"

. . . . .

The next moment I saw a huge fan-shaped blade of the jellyfish fall off the hull, and the next moment it flew towards the enemy battleship group at an extremely fast speed. Countless energy beams tilted towards the enemy frigate, and a jellyfish carried 4 Stinger drones, and each Stinger's attack can harvest one of the enemy's warships.

The Ruby Pulse aimed the main gun at the enemy's destroyer-level ship, and the red beam shot from the main gun directly penetrated the expulsion of the Plato civilization.

"Report to the commander, the enemy's warships are too strong! Our warships simply cannot cause effective damage to them!"

At this moment, the commander of Plato civilization looked at the pictures on the battlefield and his heart sank to the bottom.

I saw the countless firepower of their more than 60 ships pouring down on a ruby ​​​​of the enemy.

And the ruby's armor began to slowly melt and fall off at a speed visible to the naked eye. Just when they thought they were going to succeed, they suddenly discovered that the armor of the ship had grown back like a biological wound.

It didn't take long before it returned to its previous appearance.

"How is this possible!" This was his first reaction when he saw this scene.

How is this played?
The technological level of this ship has been much higher than theirs, completely beyond their imagination.

Compared with the last battle, the feeling that the enemy ships gave them this time was too intuitive.

Clear division of labor!

Ship positioning is clear!

The defensive power of the ships in charge of defense has reached a terrifying level, and the attack power of the ships in charge of attack is so strong that it makes people desperate.

Only at this moment did they know how powerful the enemy was.

In the past, the enemy gave them the feeling that they could fight regardless of losses.

But what about now?
Under the concentrated fire of the bullfighting assault, their cruiser couldn't hold on for a minute.

This is a cruiser-class ship.

And what about the enemy ships?Trying to destroy a single enemy ship will cost you dearly.

The battle has been going on for several hours now.

The battle loss ratio of the two sides reached an astonishing 1:400.
What a terrifying number this is, that is, all their remaining fleets can only destroy 10 enemy warships at most. This is still a theoretical number.

Because as their battleships become fewer and fewer, the firepower becomes weaker and weaker, and it becomes more difficult to destroy the enemy's ships later.

Thinking of this, a deep sense of powerlessness hits me.

. . . . . .

"Surrender..." After a long time, he made such a decision.

"Pola civilization sent a communication request, do you accept it?" The happy player who was playing suddenly received a prompt from the AI.

"What the hell?" The players who received this message were taken aback for a moment, and then they opened the message.

At this moment, the commander projection of Plato civilization appeared in front of them.

Then. . . .

"This is so shocking! The wild monsters will surrender?"

"Yeah! Is that interesting?"

"This wild monster is too smart, I wonder if we can accept his surrender?"

"Surrender? Accept? Did you upstairs drink fake wine today? Accept their surrender and we will go home? No more meritorious rewards?"

"The wild monsters surrendered, you still ask if you accept it? Accept it! Isn't it good to make meritorious deeds?"

"Yes! Let you be paralyzed and continue to be high!"

While talking, the attacks of the players continued. . . .

"It seems to be..." Seeing that the players' warships were still cleaning up their own warships, the commander of Plato civilization couldn't help showing a wry smile.

"What the hell am I thinking... How could the battle between civilizations end because of surrender." As he spoke, he looked at the battlefield.

"It will only end if one side dies..."

In this way, the ships of Plato civilization began to decrease at an extremely fast speed. . . .

The battle came to an end with the destruction of the last battleship of the Plato civilization.

Looking at the wreckage of warships that can be seen everywhere in space, the players are filled with emotion.

"Cool! It's so cool!"

"It's just unsolvable! This is so comfortable to fight!"

"In 13 hours and 20 minutes, more than 4000 enemy warships were wiped out, and 5 of our warships were destroyed."

"This crushing feeling is really cool!"

"By the way, everyone, just now the commander issued a task to collect the wreckage of the battleship, and there will be points rewards."

Hearing what this player said, the other players were also taken aback.

"My mother, how many points can I transport with a combat ship?"

"Cough cough cough! Everyone, I think our transportation department is going to screw up at this time!"

"Damn it! I feel so bad!"

"I rely on the commander to issue another mission. It is said that ordinary people who capture the Pola civilization will also be rewarded with points."

"I'm going to catch the prisoners of war? What's the purpose of arresting the prisoners of war? They can't pay the ransom even if civilization is gone!"

"The bosses came to reward again and said that all materialists in the Plata civilization can handle it by themselves."

"Bosses..."

Just when he was still about to speak. . .

"Damn it! Can you finish the sentence in one go! Listening to you squeezing toothpaste makes labor uncomfortable!"

"Your uncle, you don't know how to go see it yourself! I read it to tell you kindly, and you still give me a jabber!"

"Upstairs! If you keep arguing, I'll go collect melon supplies first."

"Huo Huo! I'm here for customs clearance rewards!"

"Be careful, don't be killed when you arrest someone."

"I'm afraid that the steel armor I'm wearing is the only one they want to kill me? Thinking too much!"

"Okay... pretend I didn't say it!"

This day is hopeless in the eyes of all survivors of Plato civilization.

They knew their fate the moment they heard their fleet was defeated.

Their remaining defenses were easily knocked out by the enemy.

Space ports and shipyards are also being destroyed by the enemy, and even the space station, which has accompanied them for hundreds of years and is known as a symbol of civilization, has also ushered in desolation under the iron heel of the enemy.

A few days later the huge industrial ships of the enemy came here and began to collect their warship wreckage, space station wreckage.

They also know over time that it might be their turn next.

They thought about resisting, but why?
Even powerful warships are no match for the enemy, let alone them who are powerless.

(End of this chapter)