Rasser's War, Part Two

The scattered Asteroid Belts that had once seemed utterly ordinary now shed their disguises, baring their fangs.

As the camouflage layers covering their surfaces shattered one after another, fragments of rock scattered into space.

There were no asteroids inside at all. They were clearly Defense Platforms that looked anything but friendly, numbering in the millions.

This was the Lancer Starry Sky Defense Network, built by the Tarak Clan through the efforts of hundreds of generations over several thousand years.

Every Defense Platform was armed to the teeth, carrying no fewer than a hundred weapons of various calibers. Their firepower rivaled that of a Tarak Civilization capital warship. The only difference was that these Defense Platforms required neither Propulsion Devices nor the many other systems carried by warships.

Once their camouflage was removed and they were activated by remote control, azure energy began gathering at every muzzle.

Clearly, all weapons had begun charging.

This sudden development naturally did not escape Ebol's notice. Only now did he realize

that the countless Asteroid Belts he had passed through on the way here had all been disguises, and this entire network of Defense Platforms stretched for over ten million kilometers.

And without realizing it, he had fallen into a situation where he was being attacked from every direction.

It was like a densely laid minefield, with him standing right in the very center of this enormous field. One wrong move could mean death.

How was he supposed to fight this?

He could neither advance nor retreat. He was completely trapped in a dilemma, wasn't he?

Ebol hesitated for a moment, but Zi Luo would not give up such a perfect opportunity just because he was wavering.

All Defense Platforms within range immediately began attacking from every direction. Energy beams, energy shells, and even primitive