Decision

The Lashudia Clan warships' self-destruction had given the other races a brief moment of schadenfreude. After all, seeing those who had fled first meet with disaster was indeed worth a little gloating.

But immediately afterward, their smiles faded, replaced by grave expressions. At the previous Coalition Army meeting, representatives and Staff Officers from every race had speculated over what the Zerg were stalling for.

Some believed they were waiting for reinforcements, while others thought they had planted Insect Nests aboard the warships and were waiting for more to hatch.

Others believed they were simply waiting for the right moment—a moment to inflict even greater harm on the Coalition Army.

Now, the other races seemed to understand something.

If things truly were as they had guessed, then this self-destruction was only the beginning.

Though they did not want events to develop in this direction, reality did not disappoint them. Just as they had predicted, self-destructions on an even larger scale erupted.

Within a short time, more than seventy percent of the Lashudia Clan warships accelerating into warp had self-destructed. Only a little over twenty percent had successfully entered warp.

But even those warships that entered warp could not be considered truly escaped. After all, the Zerg threat came from within their own vessels. If an explosion occurred while in warp, their deaths would be even more miserable.

The Lashudia Clan's plight filled the other races of the Coalition Army with despair. Even their formations, which had been on the verge of splitting apart, became several degrees more chaotic.

But they no longer cared. In this situation, the enemy was inside their warships, and there was no shaking it off. Since that was the case, what did it matter if they separated? What did it matter if they seized the warp routes?