Rigel, main battlefield.
"Change operational patterns! Keep your distance!"
"But why? Wasn't the original plan to rapidly close in on the enemy and wipe them out with our numerical advantage?"
"The Supreme Intelligence's orders. It has its considerations. This is a grand strategy. Obey!"
The Kree fleet abruptly halted its charge and began skirmishing around the Osborn Group.
But at this range, even under interference, Osborn Group warships still had a far higher hit rate than Kree missiles. Their laser defense systems also naturally countered such weapons, leaving a vast disparity in the two sides' loss ratio.
At the same time, Harry changed his combat strategy. He no longer used the Tachyon Lance. If they were putting on a fake battle, both sides had to make it look fake.
"Deploy the long-range drones."
Large numbers of small fighters flew toward both flanks of the battlefield, engaging in fierce exchanges of fire.
To an outsider, the battle appeared to have entered its most intense stage. Vast numbers of missiles detonated in the center of the battlefield, while fighters fought desperately along its flanks. The spectacle was magnificent, illuminating the entire star system.
On paper, the Kree small fighters were clearly superior, yet the two sides' loss ratio was nearly identical. This only made the Kree regard the Osborn Group more highly.
However, the Kree fighters that were destroyed had actual pilots inside them. The Osborn Group merely lost industrial products—products that the Enterprise could replenish continuously even during battle.
Missiles could be exhausted, and even the heat sinks used by energy weapons could run out. The same was even more true for Kree pilots. This barrage duel continued for an entire week, and the whole star system was lit by the rare confrontation, filled everywhere with the wreckage of weapons and