The forces here were not limited to the cha army; there were also aliens unsuited for piloting Cosmorite chas.
Due to their enormous physical forms, they relied on weapons and their powerful bodies to battle humans in every major war.
The humans of the Androda Universe, even when piloting their chas, might not necessarily be a match for these bizarre-looking aliens.
Fifty thousand chas surged into the sky, the aliens burning with fury, determined to annihilate the despicable intruders who had ambushed them.
However, as soon as they engaged in combat, they realized that these opponents—also piloting Cosmorite chas—were even more agile than they were.
Three aliens ganged up on a single pilot, yet they couldn’t take their opponent down imdiately.
A fourth alien joined the fray. Sensing the danger, the enemy cha swiftly turned and fled.
The four aliens imdiately gave chase.
"What is that?" one of them suddenly exclaid, noticing that their target was heading toward a strangely shaped cha.
This cha resembled a human, but its chest cavity was too small—clearly, it couldn’t fit a pilot inside.
The peculiar cha emitted a rhythmic clicking sound, then spewed torrents of fire from its mouth.
The aliens caught in the flas let out sharp, agonized screams.
The outer armor of their Cosmorite chas showed signs of lting.
Before they could react, the strange cha lunged at them and delivered a devastating punch.
The force of the strike was imnse.
With a thunderous crash, the cockpit of one Cosmorite cha caved in, reducing it to a pile of scrap tal.
Blood and viscera oozed out from the wreckage, splattering onto the nearby chas.
Before dying, they noticed that every ti a human pilot found themselves surrounded by three or four enemy chas, they would lead their pursuers straight to this strange cha.
However, when facing only one or two enemies, the pilots did not do the sa.
Even in a two-on-one fight, they sotis struggled, but it was still better than running to that terrifying cha and being instantly annihilated.
Thus, a bizarre phenonon began unfolding on the battlefield in the sky.
The aliens started competing for opponents.
Whenever more than two aliens attacked a single human pilot, soone would either be pushed away to find another target or deliberately avoid getting too close to the two puppet-like chas.
As a result, the number of human casualties barely decreased.
Whenever a human found themselves at a disadvantage, they would imdiately retreat toward the puppets.
Since the aliens dared not pursue them, their own death toll continued to rise, while human casualties remained in the single digits.
Just as Amalia had said, these aliens were nothing more than whetstones for them to sharpen their skills.
However, as more alien factions joined the battle, the pressure on the human side remained manageable.
Major General Rafiq watched the unfolding battle from aboard the warship and suddenly asked, "Can we still deploy more Cosmorite chas onto the battlefield?"
"We can, but so pilots are still struggling to adapt," Khalil replied.
"Then let them use this opportunity to get used to it. Ti waits for no one, and war certainly won’t wait for them to grow stronger before it begins," Major General Rafiq said coldly.
"Understood."
Khalil left the control room, leading the remaining thousands of chas out of the warship and straight into battle.
His cha streaked across the battlefield, instantly igniting a storm of gunfire, blasting apart the alien forces.
The mont the alien soldiers were struck by the chas’ energy cannons, they let out terrified screams and frantically tried to flee, crashing into their own allies in panic.
Khalil was briefly taken aback—why were these aliens reacting so strongly to the energy cannons?
"It’s the Emberion Cores! No wonder the aliens were so desperate to keep us from getting our hands on these chas. The Emberion Cores must be extrely lethal to them!" Officer Khan’s voice rang in his ears.
"Hah! I’ve never had this much fun slaughtering aliens! I’m going to kill to my heart’s content this ti!" one soldier roared with laughter.
" too! We’ve been suppressed for so long—it’s finally our turn to strike back!"
anwhile, the frontline continued to report catastrophic losses.
Zesch was so enraged that he wanted to kill soone.
His eyes were bloodshot with fury.
"Aelra! I’ll never let you get away with this!"
"My lord, the enemy’s strength is far beyond our expectations, especially those two bizarrely shaped chas. Their destructive power is terrifying. If this continues, we won’t be able to hold out for much longer," Gryad reported, his entire body drenched in blood.
He had attempted to get close to one of the strange chas, only to barely escape with his life.
Even now, the lingering fear of that mont still sent chills down his spine.
For a second, he had genuinely believed he was going to die—if not for his comrades blocking the attack, he wouldn’t be standing here now.
"Go! Contact Prince Ceodore and the others. Tell them Aelra is rebelling and trying to seize the entire Erythar Star System for himself!"
"I’ll do it imdiately!"
The ssage quickly spread, but not everyone believed it at first.
Aelra’s fleet, after all, was not stronger than Prince Ceodore’s.
Where would he find the confidence to challenge them?
In Prince Ceodore’s domain, his subordinates quickly relayed the news to him.
"Aelra is rebelling? His battleship launched a surprise attack on Zesch’s planet?"
Prince Ceodore chuckled darkly, his expression filled with sinister amusent.
"Prince, has General Aelra lost his mind? Even if he were to seize an energy-rich planet, it’s impossible for him to turn the tide against us with just one," a subordinate questioned.
Prince Ceodore narrowed his sharp, slitted eyes. "Last ti, Aelra killed my n. Now, he’s ambushing Zesch’s planet. This doesn’t fit his usual style, and he has no solid reason or purpose for doing this."
"But a battleship attack isn’t sothing that can be faked."
As they were discussing the matter, soone knocked on the door.
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