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"Sir, our communications seem to be blocked; we can't send out distress signals!" Faced with the commander's question, the fleet communications officer suddenly gave an unexpected answer.

"What? Communications have been disrupted?" The commander was shocked. When did these raiders, these ragtag guerrillas, acquire such advanced technology?

It's important to know that communication jamming devices across large star systems are the exclusive domain of major cosmic civilizations, representing the most cutting-edge technology in any civilization.

In theory, space pirates like raiders would never be able to obtain such technology.

Could it be that these raiders were acting under the orders of another civilization?

Believe it or not, this is highly likely, and it could explain why these raiders dared to attack the Kree Empire's fleet—even though it was just a small, weak transport fleet.

However, what the fleet commander didn't know was that at the same time, the leader of the opposing raider fleet, Ryan Ogder, was also completely bewildered.

At this time, they, like the Kree fleet, also discovered that communications in this sector were blocked.

However, Ryan Ogder was certain that this action could not have been carried out by the Kree fleet on the other side.

Just kidding, who would cut off their own way out when surrounded?

Since it couldn't have been done by one of our own people, nor could it have been done by the person in front of us, it can only mean one thing.

There is a third party in this star field.

"Everyone be on high alert! There's a third party here!" Ryan Augard, realizing this, immediately gave the order.

Under his command, a portion of the raider fleet immediately formed a defensive formation.

Soon the Kree fleet also discovered the anomaly in the raider fleet and immediately realized that the communication blockage in this star system was probably not caused by the raiders in front of them.

But this did not improve the mood of the Kree fleet commander much; in fact, it made things worse.

At any time, the unknown enemy is more terrifying than the formidable enemy in front of you.

But which force is this third party lurking in the shadows?

Nova Corps? Impossible, this area is not their territory.

The Shia? Even less likely.

Monarchs? The Mad Titan Thanos? Or that newly emerged Blood Lord?

One hypothetical enemy after another kept appearing in Commander Kerry's mind.

Just as he was getting more and more carried away by his thoughts, a bright light flashed across the silent starry sky.

After the light faded, a Kree frigate instantly turned to dust, along with more than a dozen Predator ships in the same orbit.

Such formidable attack power terrified all the Kree warships and raiders present.

Meanwhile, in the distant reaches of space, a large fleet gradually came into view.

Although in terms of sheer numbers, there were only thirty-odd ships, fewer than the raiders, the smallest of their warships were over 500 meters long, and the attack they had just launched was clearly the kind of attack only a first-class warship could deliver, enough to make the Kree and the raiders despair.

Just like the classification of warships during the Age of Exploration on Earth.

The warships of various civilizations in the Marvel Universe are also divided into different levels.

The so-called first-class warships are basically the core main force of the fleets of various civilizations.

This level of combat capability is far beyond the reach of mere raiders or the Kree transport fleet before them.

Chapter 268 Crush

The appearance of the new, unfamiliar fleet left both the Kree Empire and the Raiders somewhat bewildered.

Soon after its first attack, the newly emerged fleet issued an ultimatum to the two opposing forces.

"All warships shall cease resistance, shut down their engines, and await our boarding; otherwise, they shall be executed as if they were resisting!"

"Damn it, can we find out which faction they belong to?" the Kree fleet commander roared. What's wrong with this world? How can just any Tom, Dick, or Harry be allowed to piss off the Empire?

"I'm sorry, sir, but we can't find any information about this fleet's warships in our combat system. We have reason to believe that this may be a new force from an unknown universe!" His adjutant quickly reported the investigation results.

Upon hearing his adjutant's words, the Kree fleet commander's expression immediately turned serious.

Although the Kree, Shia, and Skrull are known as the three great empires of the universe, this title is actually limited to the star system with a diameter of about ten million light-years, centered on the Milky Way and Andromeda galaxies.

In the terms used by Earth scientists, this is what is known as the "Local Group".

Let alone the entire universe, this is only a tiny fraction of the observable universe.

It is true that there are many civilizations within the Local Group, but there are even more powerful civilizations outside this region, a fact acknowledged by civilizations within the Local Group.

It's just that due to the limitations of Marvel's space technology, civilizations outside the Local Group are simply too far away, so far that communication is extremely difficult. Therefore, under normal circumstances, civilizations outside the corresponding regions are not included in the scope of the included star systems.

If they are indeed a civilization from outside our local star group, then we must treat them with caution.

Because no one can be certain whether the other party, within their own star system, is a civilization more powerful than the Kree or the Shiar.

They didn't know whether the fleet they were facing was the main force of this unknown civilization or just an exploration fleet.

If it's the former, that's fine; if it's the latter, then things could get much worse.

"Sir, what should we do?" his subordinate asked him.

"Announce to them that we are willing to surrender, but we need to be guaranteed safety and protected from these plunderers!" After thinking for a few minutes, Commander Kerry made his decision.

"Sir?" The adjutant was quite surprised to hear his decision.

You should know that in the Kree Empire, surrendering is a serious crime!

"What's the rush? While announcing this to the other side, secretly notify all Imperial personnel to move to the remaining escort ships and be ready to evacuate at any time. As for the two cargo ships, we don't need them!" Commander Kerry glared at his subordinate and said.

He knew, of course, that surrendering was not allowed, but retreating was not!

If the former does it, and one day falls into Ronan's hands, he'll probably get a beating on the head.

But if it's just the loss of escorted goods, at most you'll get a scolding or a demotion.

He could certainly tell which was more important and which was less important.

However, the evacuation operation depends on the cooperation of the looters.

The cargo ships had limited speed, and one of them was damaged, so they had no chance of escaping. But the frigates were much faster.

They are currently not far from the jump point, although they are blocked by some of the raider ships.

However, as long as the raiders and the unknown fleet clash, it is not too difficult to escape this star system safely—besides the Shi'ar Empire, the Kree warships are the fastest in the known universe, having already reached the sub-light speed limit.

In Commander Kree's view, getting these raiders to give up the meat at their doorstep was definitely not something that could be accomplished by a simple ultimatum from this unfamiliar fleet.

It must be said that the commander of the Kree fleet was quite capable, and his grasp of the predator's mentality was very accurate.

Just as he was issuing a declaration of surrender to the unfamiliar fleet and beginning to quietly transfer personnel to the escort ships, the raiders made their move.

"Brothers, I need to trouble you to hold off this fleet for a few more minutes... just a few minutes!" Ryan Ogder, the leader of this raider operation, made a request to the other raider leaders in the fleet-wide channel.

The raiders were never a unified entity. Of the more than a thousand warships before them, less than a hundred actually belonged to Ryan himself; the rest came from a dozen or so different raider groups.

This operation was also a temporary mobilization effort made by Ryan based entirely on his strong prestige among the raiders over the past few decades.

Therefore, it is unrealistic to expect these raiders to fight for him against a powerful fleet of an unknown civilization.

Therefore, he could only pray to these leaders to help him stall for time so that he could enter the two cargo ships and rescue the people he needed to save.

"Hahaha, Ryan, what nonsense are you talking about? A bunch of crawlers who jumped out from who-knows-where and don't even dare to reveal their identities. Go ahead and rest assured, I can handle it for hours, let alone a few minutes. I just don't know if the other cowards have the guts to cooperate!" In the Marauder Fleet's channel, after Ryan Ogder's plea, there was only a silence of less than a minute before an extremely hearty voice rang out.

"Hey, you big oaf, who are you calling a coward? Don't worry, go ahead, Ryan, with us here, we definitely won't let those guys pass!" Soon another voice rang out in the channel.

Soon, the other raider leaders also joined in.

"Thank you, thank you everyone! In that case, let's begin!" Hearing his old friend's words, Ryan Ogder was quite moved. He immediately divided his fleet into two groups and rushed towards the two Kree cargo ships. He didn't know which ship was carrying the person he was looking for, so he had to split up his forces.

While he was making his move, the rest of the raiders all activated their engines at full power and charged straight toward the fleet.

Upon seeing the raiders' actions, the commander of the Kree fleet immediately realized the danger and urged his men to speed up the evacuation.

“General, those raiders don’t seem to have any intention of surrendering!” Inside the flagship of the unknown fleet, a tall human officer said to the slender figure in the captain’s seat.

"A bunch of ignorant pirates, let them see what despair is! All units of the fleet, fire a salvo! Then release all squadrons of fighter jets... Comparing numbers? Heh!" The figure on the captain's seat chuckled and gave the order.

As the light moved to the figure's face, who else could it be but Vereesa Windrunner, the commander-in-chief of the Ouroboros First Ranger Fleet?

However, if her two older sisters stood in front of her now, they probably wouldn't believe that this was their younger sister.

Compared to the elven girl who wasn't even a formal ranger soldier, although her figure hasn't changed much, the aura of a superior she exudes now, dressed in an iron-gray starship officer's uniform, is much stronger.

This is something that even the eldest of the three sisters, Aurelia, doesn't possess at this stage.

After all, the population of the High Elf Kingdom has always been a major problem. Even as a Ranger General, Alleria only had a few thousand men under her command.

How many people are in the First Ranger Fleet under Vereesa's command now?

A fleet consisting of thirty-six starships.

There are tens of thousands of human soldiers alone, and hundreds of thousands of robot soldiers serving as support.

The power they wielded was undeniably immense.

The reason why Vereesa was able to rise from a capable subordinate to the commander of a fleet in just a few years of following Josie was not because Josie had any particular fondness for the elves of this other world.

Rather, it's because Vera truly possesses this talent.

After all, a starfleet cannot be built simply by piling up warships.

Just like the famous military saying on Earth: one year for the army, ten years for the air force, and a hundred years for the navy.