Attack

Staff Officer did not know whether the Zerg had foreseen this situation when they devised this plan long ago and had deliberately designed those hateful tentacles this way.

But this design had indeed caused them trouble. At the very least, the task of capturing one alive was basically impossible to complete.

The discussion continued, but with several core issues unable to be resolved in time, it gradually devolved into bickering. The Zerg, however, would not slow the pace of their offensive just because the Coalition Army's meeting had made no progress.

While the Coalition Army held its meeting, the number of Zerg-infested warships continued to rise, their proportion rapidly climbing—fifty percent, sixty percent, seventy percent...

The rapidly growing number of infested warships made the alien attendees who had been bickering feel an ever-greater sense of crisis. The higher this proportion became, the closer the Zerg's next phase of their plan was to being launched.

Although no one knew what sort of devastating move the Zerg had prepared next, judging by their past performance, even if they merely deployed a few assault units, the alien races would be unable to withstand them.

After all, the Zerg's close-combat prowess was deeply ingrained in everyone's minds. The battlefield situation now was like having everyone bound inside an arena, waiting uneasily in its center for the beasts to be released from their cages.

"We can't wait any longer. My flagship has already detected signs of those things as well. We must make a decision," said a representative from a Mid-Ring Civilizations alien race urgently after receiving a message.

"There is no way around it. The Scientific Research Department can't crack the Zerg's mimicry system in the short term. If we can't find them, everything else is pointless," another representative said dejectedly. His craft had