Elsewhere, in the main control server room of the space station, a fierce firefight had erupted in the empty compartment!
As wave after wave of intelligent machines surged in, the Alliance's originally unstoppable offensive had temporarily bogged down into a stalemate.
Even so, the Celestials' death throes still failed to reverse their almost inevitable defeat.
The identities of attacker and defender had not fundamentally changed. From the moment the Alliance landed, the garrison forces at the Lagrange point had been passively taking a beating.
Although the Celestials had organized several counterattacks in an attempt to retake key strategic areas, they had all been driven back by the Alliance reinforcements arriving afterward.
The Alliance had only become bogged down because its earlier offensive had been too swift and fierce.
The Celestials' garrison force within the space station was like a compressed spring, squeezed from the originally broad battlefield into several cramped areas. Continuing to advance naturally required paying a greater price.
But conversely—
For the Alliance, this crushing offensive strategy could also eliminate more of the Celestials' living forces.
It was like gathering rats together before exterminating them. It was far more efficient than fighting rats scattered everywhere.
Meanwhile, after the Burning Corps' squads took control of each compartment in the space station, the first thing they did was sever the compartment's connection to the main control server, implant the virus designed by the Alliance research team, and then shut down the point-defense systems installed outside the compartments.
Although the Burning Corps' nearly two thousand troops were more than enough to capture the entire space station, they had still made thorough preparations just in case.
If something went wrong and the Burning Corps failed to achieve its intended combat objective, they could at least call for reinforcements or make another trip.