Ferocious Battle

Planet 4581's skies were ablaze with endless combat, smoke blanketing the entire globe. Four battleships recklessly rained down level-ten cannon fire on each other from mere miles apart, their attacks as relentless as a rainstorm, not pausing for a single second.

All the mechas either took cover far away or retreated inside the battleships, not daring to show themselves lightly.

"Darn it, they're so bold!" Nick cursed loudly. He had assumed that once the level-ten artillery started, the Alliance's ships would back off. But instead, they stood their ground and charged head-on.

"Boss, the exterior of our battleships is getting charred. If this keeps up, we might end up going down with them."

"We won't both go down. If anyone's going to die, it's them. We've got large and medium-sized battleships, while they only have two medium ones."