The battle in space had ceased to hold any suspense the moment the Black Giant Legion stepped onto the battlefield.
Beneath the enormous fissure in the plane barrier, a black torrent poured out in a frenzy.
The Black Giant Legion's vanguard surged like a tide into the outer space of the Tentacle Tree Civilization's plane, millions of enormous figures filling the void. The Level 6 Black Giants in particular stood hundreds of meters tall, their bodies covered in flowing black liquid metal that gleamed with a cold, heavy darkness beneath the distant starlight.
Over all these years, Benjamin had amassed far too many Black Giants.
So many that they formed an entire flowing black curtain beneath the fissure, completely obscuring the legion still streaming into the battlefield behind them. As their leader, Mount Magma naturally stood at the very front.
His enormous body resembled a moving mountain. The vertical mouth in the center of his chest slowly split open, spewing scorching currents of air.
Then...
"ROAR!!!"
A deep battle cry infused with psychic fluctuations thundered through the void. It was the signal to attack.
Meanwhile, the opposing Frontier Fleet finally completed its hurried reorganization.
The remaining hundreds of warships swiftly tightened their formation. Layers of linked shields unfolded, pale blue energy patterns interlocking around the fleet like a massive barricade hastily pieced together.
The main guns at the ships' bows began charging simultaneously, dazzling masses of energy lighting up deep inside their muzzles.
Inside the bridge, the fleet commander's eight crystalline eyes still betrayed irrepressible anxiety and panic.
Yet he forced himself to remain calm and slammed down a command.
"All warships... fire!"
The next instant, the fleet unleashed its full firepower!
Hundreds of warships fired simultaneously: energy beams, electromagnetic shells, plasma torpedoes, high-energy lasers...
Almost every conventional weapon in