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A large number of battleships were rushing to the frontline.

The Mechanical Galaxy was already at a life-or-death juncture. All civilizations were ordered to contribute. Be it level one or level two battleships, all had to go to war.

With a decision made by a mechanical civilization and thousands of powerful civilizations, the firepower that could erupt at once was also rather formidable.

At the border, there were countless battleships and various weapons. These battleships were not cannon fodder, but terrifying weapons of war that could kill planetary lifeforms.

Normally, in such a large-scale war, if the cultivation civilization did not have a Divine King guarding it, they would definitely not be able to defeat the technological civilization. After all, the war reserves of the technological civilization were just too great.