"Pope Ziegler, this can't go on!"
"With the Cross-border Channel, we can only send one legion through each day. Although this vanguard legion brought a full three hundred Crusader Army soldiers, they're spread across different warships and scattered throughout the day. We won't be able to keep using this tactic afterward."
Aierduo looked anxious. It was like fighting in space while being trapped inside an ocean current—he clearly had a strong hand, yet the limited transit speed prevented him from playing those cards together.
"Deliver my order. Once all martyrs pass through the Cross-border Channel, they are to conceal their energy emissions immediately, lie low, and await orders!"
"Your Holiness, you mean..."
"Gather enough of them, then stake everything on a single strike!"
"Yes, Your Holiness!"
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A few minutes later, Luo Li finished writing an entirely new program specifically designed for the martyrs' attack patterns and transmitted it to the front lines.
Using this program, the martyrs could be detected and their positions precisely locked the moment they began guiding energy before an attack.
However, due to the fundamental limitations of the original scanning equipment, it was still impossible to locate the martyrs before they launched their attacks. Moreover, following Ziegler's orders, all the martyrs had concealed themselves as thoroughly as possible. Even after updating the scanning parameters, not a single martyr was found.
Thus, the battlefield returned once more to its initial state, with the White Church army completely suppressed at the passage entrance.
One hour.
Two hours.
Three hours.
For a full three hours, the battlefield did not change in the slightest.
The Federation's numerical advantage in Black Hole Lifeforms, its advantage in average tier, and its fleet composed of incredibly powerful new-model warships...
The casualty ratio soared past 1:10,000. It was an astonishing figure, enough to