Southeast of Gibraltar, Alexander Starfield, aboard the Nidhogg Black Dragon: one hundred cruisers, three hundred destroyers. In terms of interstellar power, the Zerg had become unprecedentedly formidable!
Inside the Nidhogg, Ye Luo looked at the four or five light screens before him. Each varied in size and displayed different content. On the largest screen in the middle, a uniquely designed fleet pierced through the darkness of space.
"My Emperor, the Alien Dust's Silver Lightning Fleet is only half an hour away from the Alexander Starfield... Along the way, they've destroyed no fewer than three hundred reconnaissance Overlords. It has to be said, they truly deserve to be called a Level 6 civilization. Gusilov and Troy simply cannot compare..." The higher a civilization's level, the greater the disparity in strength. The gap between a Level 6 civilization and a Level 5 civilization far exceeded that between a Level 3 and a Level 2 civilization. After all, breakthroughs in military technology or cultivation systems caused a civilization's combat power to increase geometrically.
"The Gusilov Civilization specializes in mechanical manufacturing, yet they could only barely sense that they were being watched by Overlords. They couldn't pinpoint the Overlords' locations at all. The Alien Dust are different. If an Overlord gets even slightly too close, it'll be taken out in the blink of an eye..." Though they were enemies, Ye Chao's words carried considerable admiration. The fighting spirit burning in his eyes was no less intense than Ye Meng's beside him. In their clashes with the Troy Civilization and Gibraltar alike, the Zerg had essentially slaughtered their opponents with overwhelming force. But now, the Alien Dust fleet was finally a force evenly matched with—or perhaps even superior to—the Zerg. Only by fighting an enemy with such exceptional combat strength could Ye Chao experience the