"They Don't Eat People?"

Not long ago, the darkness of the universe had suddenly been torn apart.

Above Korhal's blue arc, space twisted and collapsed before erupting in a blinding flash.

A warp vortex over a hundred kilometers in diameter ripped open the Physical Universe like a wound, and emerging from that rift was the fleet of the Imperium of Man—

Four complete expeditionary company fleets.

At the same time, countless warp-exit trails abruptly appeared. Led by Valerian Mengsk, the Terran Dominion fleet that had defected to the Imperium of Man also entered Korhal's gravitational range.

The "steel torrent" formed by over a thousand warships obscured part of the starlight.

On the bridges of the Terran Dominion's garrison fleet and in the control rooms of every space station, silence reigned like a tomb.

"My God..."

The commander of Korhal's First Orbital Defense Platform stared at the data scrolling across the tactical display, unable to stop himself from gasping.

The Imperium of Man's fleet far exceeded intelligence estimates. There were hundreds of frigates alone that exceeded six hundred meters in length, not to mention those colossal behemoths that resembled mobile fortresses.

Ten-kilometer-long Emperor-class Battleships and Sojourner-class Dreadnoughts slowly emerged from the warp passages. The Macro-cannon Arrays at their prows resembled abyssal maws, dark-red energy faintly flowing within their black barrels.

Moreover, after the Emperor-class flagship belonging to the War Goddess emerged from the warp passage, it unfolded wing-like "sail panels," each embedded with a Plasma Bombardment Matrix capable of destroying a city.

"Sir, h-how are we supposed to fight this?"

The adjutant's voice trembled.

The defense platform commander's fingers hovered over the tactical panel, yet he could not bring himself to issue a single order.

Numbers, firepower, technology—

Not a single metric favored them.

Even more fatal, chaotic reports kept coming in over the communications