This was a mad operation that only the Black Church could carry out.
After all, this was equivalent to having every soldier launch suicidal attacks. If it were any other civilization, they would probably have mutinied outright.
Only a civilization like the Black Church, with absolute faith, could take things this far, as its soldiers were completely unafraid of death for their beliefs.
After hearing Velos's plan, all the purple-robed bishops became excited.
This might really turn defeat into victory.
"What are you all standing around for? You know what to do now, so hurry up and take command!"
"Yes, Archbishop!"
At this moment, Velos's eyes gleamed brightly.
He was confident in this strategy to break the enemy, one he had spent a full three hours devising.
However, he had forgotten something very important.
If this were purely a fleet battle, there would have been nothing wrong with his plan. Even Lin Fan would have struggled to come up with a countermeasure.
But did the Federation really only have fleets?
Wake up. They had two thousand of them.
And the weakest among them were all Second Tier powerhouses!
Inside the Cross-border Channel, aboard the Alliance forces' flagship.
"Marshal, there are unusual movements along the Black Church's defensive line!"
"Mm, I see it. Are they planning to abandon their defensive line and charge forward?"
Pinching his chin with his right hand, Lin Fan considered the purpose behind their actions.
"So that's it. They want to reverse the situation this way? I have to say, their commander does have some ideas!"
"But he has overthought things!"
In merely a few seconds, Lin Fan had already understood Velos's intentions.
His powerful degree of brain development allowed Lin Fan to instantly conduct countless simulations in his mind, and the result was—
No matter