"Our Zerg have already defeated the combined forces of Troy, Gusilov, Columbia, and Buenos Aires Civilization. Do you really think you Gibraltar can still block our path?" Ye Luo said arrogantly.
Bancroft gave a faintly contemptuous smile. "The four great civilizations? Two Level 5 civilizations and scraps from two Level 6 civilizations. Their military strength does not even amount to half of Gibraltar's. Defeating them is nothing to be proud of. Come, Ye Luo. Open those bug eyes of yours and take a good look. The strength of a Level 6 civilization is far from as simple as you imagine!"
"Bzzz..." The moment Bancroft finished speaking, the main cannons of the battleships, cruisers, and destroyers all entered charging mode, poised and ready.
Zerg warships poured out of the light gate and spread into formation: ten cruisers and twenty destroyers, fully half as many as Gibraltar's forces.
Fire God broke away from his entanglement with the Thousand-Hand Demon Lord, while Arlin and the others retreated as well.
Yet strangely, Ye Luo's fleet had formed a combat formation, and vast numbers of Zerg were already in position, but they did not launch an attack at once. Instead, both sides remained locked in confrontation, as though waiting for something.
Bancroft's brow furrowed tightly. As time passed, the unease in his heart grew ever stronger.
"General, a message has arrived from the home planet. A large Zerg fleet has been spotted at the edge of the Santa Marta Starfield. The military has ordered the Second Fleet to return immediately and safeguard the home planet!" The communications officer's face was grim. Santa Marta Starfield was his hometown; he did not want the war to end only for him to receive news that his loved ones were gone.
Bancroft's eyelids twitched as he stared hard at