In less than two hours, almost the moment all ninety fleets arrived, they were utterly routed.
That was only natural. Outside each of those Cross-border Channel entrances, Lin Fan had deployed nearly twenty Federal legions and more than eighty Alliance legions.
Whether in numbers, quality, or positional advantage, the Alliance held an absolute edge.
Not to mention that the Empire's ninety legions had not emerged from the channels all at once. It took nearly two hours for them to arrive gradually.
Given that, their swift defeat was hardly surprising.
Orix had assumed those corps would remain behind to thoroughly clean up the Imperial warships.
After all, routing an enemy was not the same as annihilating them. They might have destroyed seventy or eighty percent of the fleets, but they had not wiped them out completely.
Yet the Alliance's actions once again exceeded Orix's expectations.
They did not remain where they were to finish the job and completely annihilate every Imperial warship. Instead, they left directly!
In Lin Fan's words, those remnants could be dealt with at any time, but they still had more important tasks to complete!
And what were those tasks?
Naturally, they would continue taking advantage of the enemy fleets' failure to assemble and defeat them one by one.
The next day, another eighty Imperial legions were routed.
Over those two days, the Empire's fleet losses had directly reached the scale of tens of thousands of legions, while the Alliance's losses were negligible.
Soon came the third day, the fourth day, and the fifth day.
Then the sixth day.
"Why are we still unable to surround them?"
"Your Majesty, the Heretics' Black Hole Engines are slightly faster than ours, and they finish each battle within three hours at most."
"Then have the remaining fleets assemble immediately. We cannot