Yu Lian could understand how the marauders felt. This unremarkable-looking star system contained three habitable planets. One of them had oceans covering seventy percent of its surface, and its volume appeared to be more than twice that of Earth.
Frankly, a planet like that was pretty unscientific, and so was a star system this fertile. Of course, none of that was the point right now. Setting all that aside, one thing was certain: if the marauders intended to settle down and farm, they definitely wouldn't want to give up a star system like this.
Indeed, before the fleets on both sides had even spread out into formation and opened fire, the allied forces' drone probes had already reported finding sizable settlements on all three planets.
They really didn't understand the principle of keeping the people even if you lost the land! Or perhaps, after this great expedition spanning two million light-years, the marauders had sunk so much into it that they could no longer bear to keep wandering.
The marauder fleet therefore mustered almost all its mobile forces. Among them was a towering super-heavy ship, more than twice the size of most dreadnoughts. It was no less imposing than the Alliance's Poseidon-class ships. At first glance, you might have thought it was some unheard-of super-titan. After all, the marauders had dug up a whole lot of drones, and even "dug up" an entire thriving star region. It seemed perfectly reasonable that they might dig up an ancient super-dreadnought, too.
But on closer inspection, it turned out to be a workship full of nomadic marauder character. In plain terms, it was a mobile factory. For the interstellar nomads of the galactic core, these workships were the heart of their industry. The fact that they'd armed one and sent it into battle