The silent outer space of Biekelan Planet was filled with countless warships gliding silently like fish in the deep sea, crossing paths in the colorful starlight. If it weren't for the fireworks-like energy cannon fire that erupted sporadically, no one would believe that this was a battlefield madly reaping lives.
In such a battlefield, the only sensation one could feel was endless shock.
Warships blotting out the sky and the sun sailed continuously overhead, beside, and beneath, their massive steel bodies adorned with menacing main cannons and swiftly rotating secondary cannons, which glowed intermittently at different speeds, shooting deathly beams in all directions.
The space fighters, swirling and dancing, resembled waves of relentless locusts, taking off from their formations and pouncing on the enemy, weaving dizzying flight paths through enemy lines, launching attack after attack on targets until they disintegrated and broke apart, scattering into various sizes of debris.
