The reason Montero's offensive had been stalled was quite straightforward.
The Black Mang Empire had gathered every Black Hole Lifeform born in the Task Universe that it could pull from around the imperial capital and concentrated them here.
Though their numbers were small, there were still more than thirty of them.
These thirty-odd people were not to be underestimated. In the Task Universe, each of them could take on ten opponents alone, or even dozens!
After all, they had been born in this universe, so they would not suffer the universe's rejection of foreign lifeforms.
But things were different on Montero's side. If they entered the Task Universe, the combat power of every Black Hole Lifeform under his command would be reduced by at least eighty percent, perhaps even ninety percent, due to the universe's rejection.
Thus, despite having five times as many Black Hole Lifeforms as the enemy, they might end up at a direct disadvantage when it came to high-end combat power.
Of course, with four and a half legions, they could still take the Task Universe through a frontal assault. But if they truly did that, the losses from a single battle would be devastating, leaving them without enough strength to sustain the offensive. They would have no choice but to wait for the other Civilization Allied Forces to arrive.
But it would take at least another hundred years for them to arrive. And who could say whether the Black Mang Empire's situation might be reversed after all that time?
"Carmen, I have a bold idea. Help me think it over."
"Marquis, please speak!"
"Could you stop being so formal? Your old man is a duke, and even you're a marquis, all right?"
"In private, perhaps. But not in the fleet. You are the commander, and I