Inside the Dauntless Battle Star, the Twin Stars' senior commanders were holding a post-battle conference.
"In this engagement, we lost a total of 124 warships, including three Large Destroyers. The Mecha Forces lost 4,230 units, and drone losses exceeded 50,000. Some defensive fortifications were also damaged. Repairs will take approximately five days..."
Everyone's expression grew grave as they listened to the string of losses.
"What about enemy losses?" someone asked.
"We destroyed over 5,600 of their new mecha..."
Everyone's expression grew even graver.
Without deploying any warships, the enemy had inflicted such losses with a raid by mecha alone, even with the defenders enjoying home-field advantage. Achieving that kind of casualty ratio was undoubtedly astonishing.
The main reason was that the enemy had deployed large numbers of powerful new mecha the Twin Stars had never seen before.
"Damn it! In their previous attacks, both their warships and their mecha were clearly inferior to ours. Were they deliberately concealing their strength?"
"Perhaps... this was only a small elite corps, and doesn't represent their actual strength?"
"I think that's unlikely. Who would expend a precious elite corps on the most dangerous stage of storming a wormhole? Concealing their strength seems more likely!"
"..."
The officers present all offered their opinions.
Then a Sea Race officer seated at the head of the table, draped in a blood-red cloak, asked in a deep voice, "Are the results of the analysis of the Wulf Civilization's new weapons ready?"
The moment he spoke, every officer present fell silent.
The Sea Race officer had stern features that gave no indication of his actual age. Deep nasolabial folds and a hooked nose lent him a sinister air. He was somewhat leaner than the average member of the Sea Race, but his eyes were exceptionally sharp.
Gilad, one of