Three hours had passed since the battle began.
Judging from the losses on both sides, this could no longer be called a war. It was, in every sense, a one-sided slaughter.
A threefold advantage in troop numbers, coupled with nearly a tenfold gap in high-end combat power.
It left Randall unable to mount any meaningful resistance.
"Marshal, target elimination rate is currently 75.8%. Complete annihilation is estimated to require another 68 minutes!"
"What about their reinforcements?"
"They are less than 0.01 standard black hole units away. Barring unforeseen circumstances, they will arrive in 57 minutes!"
"Order the entire fleet to abandon the current target. After regrouping, keep the Black Hole Engines at fifth-generation speed and close in on the enemy!"
"Understood!"
Black Church, Crusader Army Seventh Legion flagship.
Randall was already overwhelmed. Although, given the current situation, he should be able to hold out until Archbishop Piris arrived.
But the problem was that no matter how he calculated it, even if he held on until then, there probably would not be many warships left in his legion. There might not even be half a percent remaining.
If that happened, even if he survived now, he would likely die an even more miserable death when the Church held him accountable afterward.
"Bishop Randall, the Heretics have stopped attacking!"
"Stopped attacking? How is that possible?"
Hearing the report from one of his priests, Randall's eyes widened.
What was going on?
Clearly, if they continued, even if he avoided complete annihilation, there would not be many warships left.
So why had these Heretics given up?
They were on the verge of claiming victory.
"They simply stopped attacking? They haven't made any other move?"
"No, the Heretics have regrouped their fleet, and then..."
"And then what?"
"Then they headed toward Archbishop Piris!"
"Quick,