Among ordinary interstellar powers, second-tier planetary exploration warriors were already the backbone of their forces.
Even among first-rate interstellar powers, second-tier warriors were still elites. After all, without third-tier enhancement technology, it was impossible to produce third-tier soldiers.
Even for first-rate powers such as the Leviathan Tribe and the Walter Family, although they possessed the means to mass-produce second-tier troops, their supply was not limitless.
For example, in the previous battle with the Leviathan Tribe, the Walter Family had lost at least five million members. In this counterattack, it had committed another three million second-tier troops.
The resources needed merely to clone so many second-tier warriors amounted to an astronomical figure. If Old Walter had not occupied this resource planet, he would never have been able to raise such a massive army. Even the mighty Leviathan Tribe had lost several hundred space behemoths in one blow. Wasn't it forced to lie low afterward?
But what was the deal with this "Disaster Legion"?
According to incomplete statistics, in just three planetary days, the second-tier forces that the Disaster Legion had deployed onto the planet's surface had already approached ten million.
And that was without using them as "tactical daggers" for decapitation strikes.
They were simply casting a wide net and covering the entire map. Wherever the atmosphere was breached, they would drop a hundred thousand or even several hundred thousand troops. Their main strategy seemed to be not caring about waste.
"Damn it, I've never seen this kind of fighting style before," an intelligence officer from an interstellar power muttered.
The total number of second-tier forces across their entire territory probably did not exceed one hundred thousand.
It was terrifying!
Simply too terrifying!
"Boss, you said the Disaster Legion hired you. Where exactly did they come from—"
Turtle Jess wanted to