The Fifth Route
A dense swarm of warships suddenly covered the sections of the route that had already been mostly constructed, especially those space bubbles comparable to satellites. They were like interstellar fortresses, blocking every entrance and exit along the routes.
On the decks and mechanical platforms, countless gold-skinned figures wore solemn expressions. Since they operated under a militarized system, every adult Garen had to undergo strict military training. Everyone was a soldier, so their war potential was enormous. For every "civilian" they had, they had a Tier-3 unit.
This was extremely rare even among Tier-3 civilizations.
And the Garens certainly spared no expense. Whenever they made a move, they deployed tens of millions of warships and over a hundred million troops.
Compared to that, the three million warships just produced by the giant shipyard seemed a little inadequate.
However, even with their overwhelming numerical advantage, Vice Admiral Turwin was still startled when he saw the number of enemy warships.
How long had it been? Less than five planetary years, right?
The Disaster Legion had developed so many military warships right under their noses?! How had they built them?
Back then, during a planetary-level offensive and defensive battle, the two sides had deployed no more than a hundred thousand warships. Yuan, the Son of the Kun, had even staked his position as a candidate for civilization leader just to obtain that many warships.
Three million warships were enough to launch thirty planetary wars. They could even fight a large-scale interstellar war.
That was why Vice Admiral Turwin had not chosen to attack first. Although he had already intended to tear off all pretense, now that the other side had displayed the power to flip the table, having a talk with them was not out of the question.
What was more—