Yes, the Alliance's first attack echelon was made up entirely of Dare-to-Die Squads, and every one of them had volunteered.
Therefore, before setting out, they had already known exactly what they would face. They also knew that a large portion of them would leave their lives there forever.
But compared to the outcome of the Alliance's defeat, where the Cleansers would slaughter every civilization in the Alliance,
they were clearly willing to give their lives for this sliver of hope of victory.
Just over ten minutes passed.
The first echelon had almost entirely arrived.
The frontline commander responsible for the Black and White Church route had bloodshot eyes.
In less than fifty minutes, more than three thousand legions had been wiped out, and countless soldiers had been buried here forever.
But fortunately,
it was about to end!
"Adjutant, how long until the cargo arrives?"
"It will arrive in fifty-eight seconds!"
"Inform all fleets. We're at the final moment now. Grit your teeth and hold on!"
"Yes, Commander!"
Time passed, second by second.
And with every second, countless Alliance warships were destroyed and innumerable soldiers died.
Everyone gritted their teeth and held on, held on, and held on some more!
Finally—
"Commander, the cargo has arrived!"
"Quick, activate it immediately!"
"Yes, Commander. Sending the activation command. Activation confirmed. It is expected to start in ten seconds!"
"Nine."
"Eight."
"Seven."
"Zero!"
The moment the deputy's shout of "zero" fell, alarms erupted throughout the warship.
"Report! The warship's primary energy core has gone offline. The secondary energy core cannot be activated."
"Report! The warship's engine systems have gone offline."
"Report! The warship's weapons systems have gone offline."
"Report—"
Under normal circumstances, this string of reports would have driven the commander to collapse.
They were all bad news, without a single piece of good