It had only been a few minutes.
The Brant Empire fleet in the First Main Arm had already collapsed completely.
Even with more than 30 billion warships, they were facing a genuine Ninth Order Civilization—one that possessed 200 billion Ninth Order Civilization warships. This was
simply impossible to fight!
It was slaughter, one-sided slaughter, venting the intense frustration in Arno's heart.
The Brant Empire fleet in the First Main Arm, numbering roughly 5 billion warships, was quickly wiped out. Meanwhile, in the Second Main Arm, the nearly 30 billion ships that had originally been preparing to seize Yeripok's more than 40 billion intact warships were instantly thrown into panic.
However, just as the fleet in the Second Main Arm was preparing to attack,
Arno called for a halt!
Yes, a halt. Arno stopped the impending slaughter of the Brant Empire's nearly 30 billion warships.
Of course, do not think that Arno had suddenly become compassionate. In this universe, no one who could become a Ninth Order Civilization possessed such a saintly heart.
"Is this the area where Yeripok's main fleet was hit?"
Pointing at a location on the virtual Star Chart before him, Arno asked.
"Yes, General. We learned the detailed boundaries from the data provided earlier by Yeripok's commander. Therefore, when the fleet arrived this time, we also avoided this area to the greatest extent possible!"
Nodding, the adjutant replied.
Arno's gaze was no longer focused on that area of the virtual Star Chart, but on the formation of the nearly 30 billion Brant Empire warships not far from it.
After all, this fleet had originally planned to capture the Moy people's main warships. At this moment, they were actually less than 3 AU away from the Doomsday Bomb's affected range!
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