Chapter 475: Escape Failed

Thinking of this, Claver gritted his teeth and decisively issued a retreat order.

"Order the entire fleet, all salvage ships immediately, find the nearest stable void zone, directly perform ultra-long-distance jump, and leave here!"

At the same time, the main fleet that had already lined up was charging the bow main gun with maximum power.

He did not expect these more than 200,000 warships to repel the opponent.

Claver only hoped to use long-range firepower deterrence to slow down the opponent's speed as much as possible.

So that as many of the 800,000 warships loaded with resources as possible can escape.

Although this area is full of countless void turbulence, the risk of space jump is not small, but it is much better than sitting and waiting for death.

Without the bloated fleet dragging down, the main fleet will have a much greater chance of breaking through.

The performance of the encircled family warships is still a certain gap compared with Claver's most elite fleet. They are not completely without a chance of successfully breaking through.

Cleveland made his decision without delay.

However, the subsequent developments made him extremely angry.

He saw that several salvage fleets were heading to the nearby stable void area, and just started the jump engine, preparing for a cluster jump.

Several warships in the fleet exploded violently for no apparent reason.

What made him even more worried was that in the continuous explosions, a violent space disturbance spread rapidly like ripples.

The space folds that had just been stimulated immediately showed a sharp deformation and distortion.

The folded area was like tofu scraped by a blunt knife, and hideous space cracks suddenly appeared.

The dense fleets nearby were completely cut apart.

"Morel!" Cleveland's eyes were bloodshot.

He never expected that Morel would lay such a deadly backhand in advance.

Cleveland's face was extremely ugly now. The other party could hide so many space interference bombs in the family warships without him noticing.

It can only be that he had secretly done something when he purchased the warships from the family.

Just thinking about this, Claver's heart has fallen to the bottom.

This means that the competition for the family heir is no longer limited to the competition between the new generation.

Those who can do something when purchasing warships must be the elders of the family.

If they are willing to intervene secretly, it is very likely that the other party has already selected the bet object.

Thinking of this, Claver could not hide his sadness.

Not only for himself who has no support, but also for the family that is fiercely internal.

"Haha, don't want to leave a way out!"

Claver couldn't help but laugh in anger, his eyes revealing endless coldness.

"Order the fleet to give up the jump and reorganize the defense array with the main fleet as the center."

"Start the conventional engine at full power and follow the main fleet to break through."

After issuing this order, Claver's eyes turned to the radar developing light screen again.

At this time, the total number of enemy warships detected was close to 10 million.

With his existing millions of ships of various types, it would be a futile attempt to resist.

Time is running out, and Claver can't afford to hesitate.

"Breakout direction, downstream of the void ocean current!"

The breakout route he temporarily chose was exactly the area controlled by the powerful human god.

As Clever's order was issued, the main guns of the main fleet, which had been waiting for a long time, roared together.

Hundreds of thousands of divine light spears shot out, drawing brilliant light bands in the dark void, bombarding the enemy warships that were ready to block the way ahead.

At such a long distance, energy level decay is inevitable.

While the hit rate is low, even if the enemy ship can be hit, the lethality is quite limited.

When two meet on a narrow road, the brave wins, and the competition is this momentum of desperate breakout.

The main fleet accelerated at full speed while firing continuously without sparing energy consumption.

Other warships with a slightly slower speed followed the breakout path transformed by the remaining light and shadow, trying their best to follow behind.

Clever's eyes were red as he commanded the fleet to break out.

In front of the direction of his breakout, Priss was commanding the family fleet with a sad face. Looking at the attacking divine light spear, his expression was more uncomfortable than eating shit.

He felt that he was really unlucky.

Not long ago, he was severely beaten by a human god, and almost lost all the family fleet accumulated for many years.

In the end, he had to use a lot of intelligence to let the other party let go of his remaining fleet.

This time, Priss participated in the encirclement and suppression of Claver.

Punch a card and sign in, even if it was an explanation to Morrer.

Heaven and earth conscience! He really didn't think of participating in the war directly.

With these warships that were just damaged and didn't have time to repair after the war, how could they face the elite fleet equipped by the direct descendants of the Kosa family.

Even the shield generator is almost scrapped!

The endless stream of divine light spears, if they even slightly touched his family warships, would basically cause the armor to collapse, the ship to be destroyed and the people to die.

After just a few waves of volleys, more than 10,000 warships were completely destroyed.

In addition to being heartbroken, Priss could only grit his teeth and let the fleet deviate from the preset route as soon as possible.

The huge encirclement that was almost formed immediately had a gap.

Such an obvious flaw was immediately noticed by Morrell, who was always paying attention to the battle situation.

He contacted Priss almost immediately.

"What do you want to do?"

Moller's cold tone made this question full of grim meaning.

"Sir, my fleet just encountered the fleet of the human gods on the way here. We suffered heavy losses and could not stop the opponent at all!"

Priss's face was full of pain and sorrow. He did not need to pretend to be sincere.

Then, Morrer received the war damage information sent by Priss.

After a rough glance, Morrer's eyes flashed coldly at the opponent's fleet, which was only one tenth of its combat power.

As an 'old man' who had followed him for a long time, Priss was not good at directly attacking at this time, which would easily make other followers around him feel cold.

"Let your fleet return to the original route and intercept Clever's fleet at any cost!"

"As long as you delay his breakout speed a little, others can complete the encirclement."

"After the matter is done, I will give you enough compensation to make up for the war damage!"

Although Morrer's tone was a little softer, it contained an unquestionable meaning.

"Follow your will."

Priss answered without any hesitation.

However, after hanging up the call, his face suddenly darkened.

A hint of ferocity appeared in his originally tangled expression.

As an "old man" who has followed Morrell for a long time, Priss knows this man's character very well.