Before Operation Blitz Berlin began, the United Army headquarters had failed to figure out one thing.
That was, exactly how many Neroy there were.
And now, they... had even less chance of counting them.
The Azure Fleet's advance was like kicking a hornet's nest, causing the black Neroy monsters to form an almost boundless tide that covered the entire sky. They transformed into all manner of warships and fighter planes, launching a ferocious assault against the Azure Fleet that left no room to breathe.
Only then did the United Army headquarters truly witness Neroy's strength. It was not as if they had never fought them before, but back then, Neroy had appeared alone or in groups of two or three. Now, however, their numbers had to be counted in the millions... and even that might not have been accurate.
"What the hell is going on?! Why are there so many Neroy?!"
Watching the flashes of fire outside the tent, one of the senior officers slammed his fist onto the table. It was already deep into the night, yet the battle had not stopped. Or rather, ever since the Azure Fleet entered the European front thirty-six hours ago, the fighting had never ceased. The Neroy relentlessly launched savage attacks against the Azure Fleet, and the Azure Fleet returned fire without mercy.
It was four in the morning, yet the sky remained as bright as day. Naturally, this was not the effect of flares or flashbangs, but the endless firelight of exploding Neroy. The flashes connected without interruption, with no sign of fading. There was no need for lamps to read the densely packed words on a book held in one's hands.
But for humanity, this was absolutely not good news.
"Wasn't it different before? Didn't Neroy operate independently??"
Another man spoke