In the eastern part of the Victoria Star Region lay the planet Tashir. Victoria's tourism industry was thriving, and Carlvi had long been renowned as practically synonymous with tourism in Victoria. But the Carlvi Aegean Sea only appeared once every few decades; relying solely on a policy of staying closed for three years and living off a single opening for three years was nowhere near enough to support the title of a 5S-class tourist holy land. Therefore, apart from Carlvi, every distinctive life-bearing planet within the Victoria Star Region had been extensively developed, creating a tourism industry rich in attractions and broad in content.
Tashir was the easternmost stop in Victoria, and often the first stop for visitors arriving from the east.
This place should have been packed with people, shoulder to shoulder, filled with roaring crowds and overflowing with tourists. Yet now, on this vast planet, aside from the assigned attraction staff, there was not a single tourist to be seen!
Looking farther east from here, over a distance of two thousand kilometers, two fighter jets hovered in space every hundred meters. The pairs of fighters faced one another from afar, and where missiles should have been mounted, they instead carried virtual light-screen projectors.
Over those two thousand kilometers, no fewer than forty thousand fighter jets had been deployed!
At the far end, two thousand kilometers away, Victoria's warships and fighter craft had gathered in force. Under normal circumstances, anyone seeing this scene would have thought Victoria was about to fight someone to the death. But today, no one could possibly have that thought, because the decorations on those warships and fighters were simply too strange.
The mighty, imposing cruisers had actually been coated in Zerg-themed paint. A closer look made it easy to identify the creature depicted—it was