Though that was true, a complete victory would not come easily. Earth's fleet had an unshakable tactical advantage, but it was still outnumbered. If it advanced too recklessly, the enemy might find an opening.
Indeed, one of Earth's destroyers had just gone off on its own, suddenly pushing forward to fire eight proton torpedoes. But after less than half a minute of reckless advance, it came under a withering barrage.
It was the third warship of the Thirteenth Fleet to be sunk in this battle.
They had managed to stabilize the situation, but at a terrible cost. Fortunately, the command staff had expected as much.
Besides, the Marauders had already lost seven warships and all their drones. That exchange ratio would have been enough to make any commander without a shred of blood or compassion burn with shame and fury.
What was more, by this point, he had even lost the Star-Eater.
What the ordinary Marauder soldiers did not know was that five minutes earlier, Warden Sazaka aboard the Bloodbath had suddenly clutched his forehead and groaned in pain before collapsing unconscious on the spot, throwing the bridge into chaos.
Fortunately, the ship had an esteemed technical expert like Dr. Warren aboard, who also doubled as the "chief of staff." He hurriedly took command on an interim basis and sealed off the news, finally managing to steady the line.
But with the battle at this point, the captains and warlords, great and small, were starting to splinter.
The clever ones knew that if the exchange continued, they would probably all become space debris in this system. The less thoughtful believed that if their side just tried a little harder, they could break through the enemy fleet and reach the fortress beyond, securing victory. But they just couldn't break through, so