Over fifty warships shuttled continuously through the starry expanse. Compared to the soaring ambition and lofty aspirations they had borne on their way here, they now looked like mangy dogs fleeing with their tails between their legs, utterly bedraggled!
Kust sat aboard the flagship, listening to the figures reported from below. His face was so grim it seemed capable of dripping water.
"Commander-in-Chief Kust, have you contacted General Bancroft?" Sidney's avatar suddenly appeared on the screen.
Kust frowned deeply, his tone unpleasant. "General Sidney, this is already the third time you've asked me since our retreat began..."
"That's because I didn't get the answer I wanted the first two times..." Sidney clearly had no goodwill left for Kust. After all, he had submitted himself to Kust's command for the purpose of crushing the Zerg. Yet the Troy Civilization and Gusilov Civilization had proven so useless that the Zerg had sent them fleeing in defeat. As a fleet commander of a Level Six Civilization, he naturally had no need to show patience toward a general from a Level Five Civilization.
Kust understood that as well, which made his already heavy mood even more stifled. At that moment, it felt as though a planet were pressing down on his heart, giving him the urge to cough up blood at any moment. "We contacted him just now. Bancroft did not lead the Gibraltar and Gusta fleets in an attack from the asteroid belt..."
A trace of viciousness flashed across Sidney's face. "Just as I thought. The outcome I least wanted to see has still happened. It seems General Bancroft used all four of our great civilizations as guns..."
Kust was somewhat impatient. "General Sidney, there's no need for you to mock me like this. I'm furious over Bancroft's actions too. However, he has