The endless depths of space...
Thousands upon thousands of warships...
Nearly every second brought hundreds of losses...
Faced with a war on this scale, one could not help but feel one's own insignificance and the fragility of life.
Amid attacks from countless energy weapons and antimatter bombs, aside from command ships equipped with the best energy shields, any other warship would turn into a brilliant, devastating firework after taking just a few hits.
It could be said that in this kind of three-dimensional battlefield, most strategies and tactics had only a very limited effect.
In the end, without exception, it would turn into a war of attrition, a contest of raw materials, logistics, and industrial capacity.
That was evident from the small fighter manufacturing facilities both sides had established near the battlefield.
There was naturally no need to mention the Kree. Backed by their homeworld and fighting a defensive war, whatever was produced in the rear was immediately transported to frontline formations and thrown into battle all at once.
The Allied Forces under Sakura were no worse off. They had brought several ships with fully automated production capabilities, using raw materials carried by transport ships to manufacture and assemble units on the spot. However many they lost, they replenished, always maintaining an absolute numerical advantage.
No wonder the Kree Empire and Skrull Empire had fought each other for hundreds of thousands of years without ever decisively determining a victor.
Even Xandar had withstood Kree attacks for over a thousand years.
In the interstellar age, unless there was an enormous gap in military technology, as long as the supply of raw materials remained intact, the terrifying manufacturing capacity Earthlings could scarcely imagine would rapidly replace lost warships.
It was like playing a real-time strategy game. As long as the opponent's economy