"If the swarm retreats now, our combat power won't be enough to ensure safety!
Order all the swarms to immediately retreat into the fleet's Joint Shield!
If necessary, they won't be used as cannon fodder; they can at least serve an output purpose!
Given their size, they can find a place either in the gaps of the ships or on their surfaces!"
"But given the intelligence of those swarms, it's impossible for them to avoid the fleet's fire when scattered on the way, resulting in heavy losses...
Alright, I understand..."
The Believer of Longevity was about to roar in anger but immediately fell silent upon seeing a cold glance from the Favored.
But the swarm outside was not like their master and had no opinion about any orders.
They crudely entered the Joint Shield through several paths, starting to traverse the fleet's formation from the edge.
