One hundred and twenty destroyers, thirty cruisers, plus one Nidhogg—this was the total fleet Ye Luo had brought with him this time. Apart from the twenty destroyers that had previously drawn away the enemy, this was everything he had amassed since returning to the Zerg Spiral Arm.
The Zerg warships had appeared behind the Four Allied Forces by relying on the Ferrymen's cloaking ability and the distraction created by the Zerg in the Scissor Starfield.
The Four Allied Forces scattered dense swarms of fighters, mech warriors, and gunboats like celestial maidens scattering blossoms. The Zerg warships were likewise surrounded by vast numbers of Blade-Arm Mutalisks, Vipers, and Brood Lords. Both sides charged forward, but across this immense battlefield, though these small combat units were hardly weak, they still could not become the main players when compared to colossal interstellar warships.
Before the flying units could even clash at close range, the fleets on both sides had already been bombarding each other without pause.
The two camps spread out two to three hundred warships, their battle lines stretching over a thousand kilometers. Every warship constantly evaded, charged energy, and fired. Green and blue main cannon blasts leaped continuously through space! The Four Allied Forces had energy shields, but the Zerg had Energy-Devouring Locusts. Both sides traded blow for blow in a fierce exchange!
Inside the control room of the Troy civilization's battleship Invader, every operator performed their respective duties. Complicated orders crisscrossed without end, and the temperature in the control room rose noticeably along with everyone's agitation.
The bearded man stared fixedly at the screen, bloodshot veins crisscrossing his eyes like red threads. "Quick, turn thirty degrees to port! Advance at speed level two! Target coordinates: 975, 410, 325! Main cannons, fire in ten seconds! Keep it up, everyone! That Zerg