Mu La Flaga's fleet arrived very quickly.
After crossing the vast ocean, it headed straight toward Orb's territorial waters.
Having stepped out from behind the scenes, he looked at the massive fleet behind him and immediately felt high-spirited. It seemed as though, with just a few intimidating words, Orb's current government would kneel and surrender within minutes, begging for his mercy and forgiveness.
Just like when the war with P.L.A.N.T. had first begun, when the Atlantic Federation swept through the United States of South America like thunder and seized the vital Panama Spaceport.
"How much longer until we enter Orb's territorial waters?" Mu La Flaga asked without turning his head.
"At our current speed, approximately two hours, sir," the captain hurriedly gave a precise answer.
He knew only too well how powerful the connections and influence of the young man standing before him were within the Atlantic Federation.
Not only officers like himself, but even the fleet's generals had to obediently lower their heads and follow orders.
There was no helping it!
In a country controlled by all manner of vested-interest groups, capital was power in the Atlantic Federation. It was law. It could even easily decide a person's fate, life, and death.
Especially after witnessing firsthand the terrifying indiscriminate killing power of the Cyclops system, no one dared offend Mu La Flaga lightly, afraid of becoming the next unlucky bastard thrown out as cannon fodder.
However, the previous activation of the Cyclops system had also dealt a tremendous blow to morale within the Earth Alliance.
If they had not feared being shot as deserters, at least fifty percent of the soldiers probably would have chosen to run.
No one in this world was truly stupid!
If the executives did not treat ordinary soldiers like human beings, then the soldiers