The moment the Seventeenth Fleet arrived, it came face-to-face with the Biological Civilization army.
They were so close that there was virtually no room to maneuver. Vladimir immediately gave the order to open fire.
But the Seventeenth Fleet had already been battered by the Federation forces, and with those Black Hole Lifeforms taking the chance to flee, it was simply no match for twenty thousand Eleventh Order peak Biological Civilization individuals.
This had never been a distance suited for a technological civilization. It was the close-combat range that Biological Civilizations loved most.
Warships were blown apart one after another. Even with Black Hole Cavity Armor, they could not withstand many hits.
"Commander, if this continues, we'll be wiped out here! We need to retreat now!"
The adjutant, who did not know the detailed battle plan, was full of anxiety.
Yet Trish remained expressionless, staring intently at the tactical display before him.
Finally, when countless red dots suddenly appeared on the display, he let out a breath of relief.
Although they were still doomed to be annihilated, the operation had at least succeeded.
Black vortex-like channels, identical to those through which the Seventeenth Fleet had arrived earlier, appeared. The only difference was their sheer number—there were dozens of times more of them.
Before long, countless warships emerged from Black Hole Cavity Space and entered the Peiton Universe, becoming entangled with the Biological Civilization forces as well.
Seeing this, the adjutant seemed to understand what all those strange and unreasonable orders along the way had been for.
So that was it—they were bait!
Still, there was nothing much to resent. After all, in past wars, he had also been the one setting such bait.
The only difference was that this time, he himself had become the bait!
When the adjutant understood everything