Macross-2

After flying out of the atmosphere.

Thor looked at the several dozen leading Space Battleships on the other side. They were all standard Zentradi Space Battleships over two thousand meters long.

Most of the other several hundred Space Battleships were highly maneuverable assault ships under a thousand meters in length.

Thor could not help feeling somewhat disappointed.

After all, whether this small fringe fleet could even get close to the massive factory ships left behind for the Zentradi by the Primal Civilization Pluto Culture was still a question.

If he wanted to use them to infect and assimilate the entire Zentradi civilization, who knew how long that would take.

But he could not say that aloud. He could only comfort the somewhat nervous Lynn Minmay. "Looks like our luck isn't too bad. It's just a small Zentradi advance detachment, so don't be too nervous, Minmei."

"Brother Xiao Shan, with so many of them, this is still just an alien detachment? Isn't that a little exaggerated?"

Seeing Lynn Minmay ask the question, Thor realized he had let something slip and could only bluff his way through. "Yes, that's right.

According to the information in those ruins, the large fleets on the other side are generally made up of warships around four thousand meters long. These two-thousand-meter ones already count as small.

Moreover, their division-level forces count their warships in tens of thousands. Even a single brigade has warships numbering in the thousands.

A force with only several hundred warships in total can only be considered a small detachment."

"Th-That's unbelievable!"

Lynn Minmay covered her mouth with both hands in shock.

Thor had not even told her about the asteroid-sized super-large factory-grade Space Battleships that the ancient civilization Pluto Culture had left behind for the Zentradi millions of years ago.

If he