When a Ninth Order Civilization went all out on defense, it became almost as impossible to breach as a turtle shell. Over the same period of time, its losses even plummeted to roughly one-tenth of what they had been before.
Although Yeripok was extremely displeased at being beaten up one-sidedly by an Eighth Order Civilization,
no matter what, judging by the current situation, holding out until General Arno's main fleet arrived should not be a problem.
Boom.
Boom. Boom.
However, just as Yeripok breathed a sigh of relief, countless fireballs suddenly erupted throughout the fleet formation as warships were destroyed.
Clearly, this could not have been the Brant Fleet's doing. For an Eighth Order Technological Civilization's warships, it was impossible to inflict such damage in a single wave of attacks, especially when his fleet had already fully shifted into a defensive posture.
"What happened?"
"Commander Yeripok, the human fleet has begun moving. At the same time, the Brant Fleet is deliberately giving the human fleet firing angles!"
"Damn it, I actually forgot about those humans!"
That was right. After fighting for so long, it had always been the Brant Empire's fleet battling his own, while the humans had remained outside firing range from the very beginning, never moving. As a result,
Yeripok had nearly forgotten the humans even existed.
Only now did he remember that he was still an immeasurable distance away from surviving this crisis.
"Order the fleet to charge in and entangle the Brant Empire's fleet!"
Seeing this, Yeripok immediately reacted. At the same time, it was the only response he could make.
Abandon the defensive formation and fight the human fleet?
Impossible. If he did that, the remaining warships in his fleet probably would not last even ten minutes!
Then should he continue maintaining the turtle-shell formation,