Alphart People?

A month later.

Nilkenia Super Galaxy Cluster, Nivela Galaxy.

With the main fleets of the Silas Empire and the Sallamo Republic nearly wiped out, while ninety percent of the Zilun Empire's fleet had embarked on an expedition to the Viers Supercluster—and with the need to prevent internal resistance forces from rising again—the three civilizations no longer had spare forces to garrison the Current.

Thus, the defense of the Nivela Galaxy had now been entirely handed over to an Eighth Order Civilization known as the Crimson Flame Empire.

"Come to think of it, the Zilun Empire has been gone for over five months now, right? I wonder how things are going?"

"I heard the fighting in the Viers Supercluster has been extremely fierce. The Zilun Empire has even fallen into a difficult battle."

"Damn, these humans are incredible. They not only crippled the Silas Empire and the Sallamo Republic, but now they've even forced the Zilun Empire into a tough fight?"

"Exactly. If even the Zilun Empire gets taken down by the humans, we'll be the ones in trouble next!"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

On a warship out on patrol, the chief helmsman and deputy helmsman were idly chatting near the bridge section.

After hearing the chief helmsman's words, the deputy helmsman looked utterly baffled.

Why would we be in trouble if the Zilun Empire fell?

"Are you stupid?"

"We've attacked humanity again and again. Do you really think a high-level civilization won't strike back after being provoked?"

"And once they defeat the Zilun Empire and launch a counteroffensive against the Nilkenia Super Galaxy Cluster, who do you think will die first when they reach Nivela?"

As he spoke, the chief helmsman looked at his deputy with exasperation.

His intelligence was seriously concerning.

"Uh... us?"

Pointing at himself, the deputy