He watched with his own eyes as the Star Destroyer Motherships in his fleet fell one after another.
They had been ambushed by Earth Civilization's forces and destroyed in succession.
Bernstein's eyes were bloodshot, and he went completely mad.
He personally led his subordinates, desperately trying to take revenge.
He wanted to wipe out every last enemy.
At this moment, he could no longer care about anything else.
"Damn bastards!"
"A mere Level 1 Universe Civilization only knows how to use such dirty tricks! All brothers, charge!"
"We must annihilate every last enemy!"
As he spoke, Bernstein angrily piloted his personal Space Fighter himself.
He took the lead in attacking the Star-Level Shelter's fighter formations.
"Lord Bernstein, we just received word that Lord Azmi has personally led reinforcements here to support us!!"
"My lord! Those damned bastards seem to have realized this too—they're planning to flee!"
Although the intelligence had arrived somewhat late.
Upon learning this, a savage grin immediately appeared on Bernstein's face.
"Run? Where do they think they can run to?"
"I knew they were nothing but a bluff! They could only deal us a heavy blow by relying on filthy tactics like ambushes and sneak attacks!"
"Now they've exhausted their remaining strength. I bet their fighters are nearly out of energy too!! Brothers and sisters, follow my command! Kill! Leave none of them alive!"
"Charge! Don't let a single one escape!"
Bernstein loudly issued orders to his other subordinates through his fighter's communicator.
He himself led the charge.
Piloting his Space Fighter, he rapidly pursued the targets at speeds hundreds of times faster than sound.
However, after following them for some distance, Bernstein was dumbfounded.
Because he discovered that the enemy's traces had completely vanished.
"Lord Bernstein, they must have entered stealth mode again..."
Space Fighters appeared