"Then why did they do it?"
Gao Gong asked in confusion.
If the Galenites had failed to take Alpha Longhorn Whale, that would still have been understandable. After all, there was a "Second Shrek" on that resource planet.
A supercombat species like him could send bricks flying with sheer force in a small-scale interstellar war, with an effect similar to Lü Bu leading a thousand elite cavalrymen.
When opening up a frontier starfield, if they stumbled upon the lair of a troublesome space species or some kind of energy depression, even a Level Three civilization's fleet would have to temporarily go around it.
There was no need to get bogged down fighting over one tiny point.
Level Three civilizations valued the bigger picture—that was how the Galenites could console themselves after failing to conquer a planet.
But the Alphans were an entirely different matter.
To put it bluntly, this could shake the foundations of their nation.
"Well, according to the information I received, the Mirtans' diplomats seem to be persuading their counterparts to institutionalize and normalize the Anti-Insect Alliance."
They were all thousand-year-old foxes. Who could fail to understand whom?
Gao Gong immediately understood what the other side meant.
"You're saying those silver skins want to use the power of the 'Anti-Insect Alliance' to deal with us?"
"They've really got no shame!"
A Level Three civilization admitting that it could not handle an interstellar separatist force, and even trying to borrow the strength of a civilized alliance.
What a chilling sight. A damn chilling sight!
Gao Gong stroked his chin and pondered for a moment before suddenly saying, "You don't think they'll organize a second civilized alliance, just like they did against the Shrek Group back then, do you?"
"Haha, that was my first reaction when I heard about it