Eastern Kingdom was no longer a power confined to a single universe. The worlds it directly or indirectly controlled had already reached at least three digits.
When its homeland came under attack, it was naturally treated as a declaration of all-out war.
Human-related factions, along with those on good terms with humanity, naturally chose sides and joined in.
"Actually, it isn't just the Eastern Kingdom. This time, the western and northern powers are furious too, and they've each made their moves. But we can't count on them for our coastline."
Could humanity's unity really only depend on aliens? That old hypothesis had truly become reality, yet Lu PingAn, one of those involved, could not laugh at all.
And a war between forces spanning star domains could not possibly be two groups facing off, one side steamrolling the other, to see who won and who lost.
Both sides, and the many parties involved, would inevitably wage comprehensive war across military, political, economic, and countless other fronts. While their battle lines pushed against one another as a matter of course, production and daily life in the rear could not simply stop.
In truth, such wars usually turned into wars of attrition. It came down to overall national strength; whoever could no longer endure would lose.
For beings like these, the Hundred Years' War did not even count as news. Many worlds had long been at war with some race or another world. So long as they could continue to exist, the war would not end.
In fact, the Eastern Kingdom should have long been mentally prepared and made preparations. It just had not expected things to come so quickly.
"Eight-Clawed had been eyeing this world for a long time. Have you forgotten Guan Xinxian's hometown?"
Big Cat understood it well enough. For