Super Mothership
And Red, Yellow, and Blue switching sides was undoubtedly the final straw that broke the camel's back.
Although the number of warships that turned against them and launched attacks from behind wasn't particularly large, the sudden assault instantly shattered the remaining forces' psychological defenses.
In ancient military camps, the most frightening thing wasn't being surrounded on all sides.
It was your own camp suddenly collapsing into chaos!
Being suddenly attacked by supposed allies from behind was one thing—the casualties themselves were secondary. What was truly deadly was the immense psychological pressure of having enemies right beside you, combined with the complete collapse of trust in your own allies.
The Debt Collection Alliance immediately descended into even greater chaos. No one even knew where they should point their guns, while the temporary leaders were both furious and horrified.
"You three bastards! You've made enemies of so many of us! Do you still expect to survive in the Shattered Star Region after this?!"
Those who betrayed their allies were often hated even more than the enemy.
But Red, Yellow, and Blue weren't intimidated in the slightest.
"We've been Ghost Captain's men for a long time already. Anyone who dares touch us can give it a try!"
Naturally, recruiting defectors required more than simply offering them money. They also needed to provide guarantees for their safety after they switched sides.
And as the newly appointed Seven Warlords of the Sea, the Ghost Pirates naturally needed to develop their own network of affiliated forces.
The desperate Red, Yellow, and Blue were quite suitable candidates.
Well... even if they had been bought with money.
But spending a fortune to make an example was worthwhile.
With these three as examples, combined with the formidable strength the Ghost Pirates had demonstrated today, others would naturally come forward and seek their protection in the future.
The other seven major pirate groups had basically built their networks and strengthened their influence in the same way.
"Mecha Legion, deploy!"
Soon, the Ghost Fleet began deploying its mecha legion, spreading them throughout the battlefield to perform the final cleanup.
After suffering blow after blow, the Debt Collection Alliance no longer had anything resembling a formation.
At this point, there were actually more people fleeing than those still attempting to fight back.
As expected, the battle against the Debt Collection Alliance had entered the cleanup phase.
And when it came to collecting kills, the small and agile mecha units were naturally far more efficient.
"Everyone, pay attention. Our priority is to break their resistance, but capture as many of them as possible. Tell them that we treat our prisoners well!" Spartacus instructed through the legion channel.
This was an order from Nie Yun.
The Ghost Pirates now had money and equipment.
What they lacked was manpower!
The Earth players had an abundant supply of manpower, but the "ultra-long-range mass descent technique" consumed a tremendous amount of mental power.
Even with the Immortal Signal Towers, they could at most serve as a surprise force. They could never become a permanent combat unit.
Therefore, these people who had practically delivered themselves to their doorstep naturally needed to be kept around and squeezed for whatever value they still had.
After relaying the order, Spartacus was about to pilot his newly equipped mecha toward an area where fighting was particularly intense...
"Whoosh!"
More than five hundred mechas suddenly rushed out and surrounded him completely, forming an iron wall around him like the most loyal guards.
Spartacus: "..."
"Commander, don't worry. We'll definitely protect your safety!"
"If you want to hurt our commander, you'll have to step over my corpse first!"
"Wherever the commander is, I shall be there. If the commander dies, I'll immediately accompany him in death!"
"..."
Several black lines appeared on Spartacus's forehead.
Judging from their black paint and the cute white ghosts emblazoned on their chests, this unit's internal designation appeared to be the "Ghost Knights—Reserve Corps."
That's right.
They were the same robots who had inexplicably become enthusiastic, inexplicably clung to him to increase their favorability, and inexplicably declared that they wanted to protect him...
In short, Spartacus's mind was currently filled with nothing but inexplicable confusion!
This unit was on the same level as his own "Hammer of Destruction" Legion, and since they were a reserve unit, there was nothing wrong with them addressing him as their commander.
As for protecting him...
Well, with their special "mobile combat authority," they indeed had the right to freely choose their combat missions...
But the problem was...
Damn it!
Even his own flagship didn't have a guard force of this size!
Were they trying to turn him into the most eye-catching guy on the entire battlefield?
What if he got targeted by concentrated fire?
He had barely thought of this when—
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
As if he possessed the supernatural ability to jinx himself, more than a dozen main and secondary cannon beams simultaneously shot toward him from the battlefield, accompanied by a large barrage of missiles.
After all, according to experience, someone with such a grand entourage had to be at least a major, right?
"I..." Spartacus didn't even have time to complain before immediately fleeing in the face of the concentrated barrage.
However, to his surprise, more than a dozen mechas rapidly moved in front of him.
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"
The light of the explosions instantly engulfed their resolute figures...
Spartacus froze.
Shock?
Emotion?
He had never expected these robots to actually sacrifice themselves to protect him.
At that moment, Spartacus developed a newfound sense of recognition for these bizarre and utterly inexplicable robots.
Even if they were merely a group of strange robots, those willing to bleed and sacrifice themselves for one another were comrades!
That was the simple and straightforward worldview of the Ryan Race.
One group fell.
But very quickly, even more mechas rushed in front of Spartacus, practically scrambling to be the next ones.
"Commander, I'll protect you! Please remember my name... BOOM!"
"The wind whistles mournfully... BOOM!"
"Next time we meet, no matter what difficulties my family is facing, you have to give me the mission... BOOM!"
Spartacus: "Uh..."
Although he had no idea why these comrades were so obsessed with getting missions, they really were a group of fearless comrades!
Judging from what they were saying, it seemed that even after being killed, they could return to the battlefield through something like a "rollback."
They practically possessed immortality!
If the Ryan Race could fight alongside such a group of iron lumps in the future...
That would be an incredible sense of security, wouldn't it?
Yes!
For the sake of his people, he had to find a way to build a good relationship with them.
But that raised an important question...
How exactly did he send them favorability points again?
...
Nie Yun watched this scene with great satisfaction.
A mere five hundred or so players couldn't have much of an impact on the battlefield, so Nie Yun had used a golden NPC to whet their appetites.
Protection and sacrifice.
What wonderfully positive concepts.
They could rapidly establish a bond forged through battle between the player community and the Ryan Race, laying the groundwork for the two races to fight alongside each other on a large scale in the future.
For a simple-minded warrior race like the Ryan, there was no easier way to establish trust...
Just die in front of them!
And that was that!
At this point, the Karon Beast had been successfully captured, the Debt Collection Alliance was being forcibly recruited as manpower, and his own forces had also undergone a certain degree of battlefield integration.
Next, he only needed to deal with the final obstacle, and the first step of Nie Yun's "Shattered Star Strategy" would be successfully completed.
He turned his head toward another battlefield, but his eyebrows immediately rose slightly.
Logically speaking, with four against one, no matter how powerful the Dark Temple was, they should have been destined to be surrounded and annihilated.
Yet what he saw was merely the retreating fleet of the Dark Temple disappearing into the distance...
They got away?
TL Note- Run....
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