The day after tomorrow.
On the outskirts of Cyril Planet.
Aboard Nidhogg, Ye Luo, Ye Meng, Ye Lei, Ye Yi, Ye You, Ye Kong... Yoda, and Emiria had gathered here.
Before them stood a screen formed by the combined vision of ten thousand Overlords monitoring the entire Cyril Planet system. Behind them were fifty extraordinary Jedi, as well as the Zerg fleet standing ready behind Nidhogg.
"What are you thinking about?" Ye Luo could not help asking as he watched Yoda beside him stare blankly ahead, as though his mind had wandered elsewhere.
Yoda came back to himself and smiled faintly. "I was thinking... will your Zerg replace Saint Masent and become an A-class civilization within a year, or would just one month be enough...?"
Yoda's words drew the attention of the Jedi behind him.
Ye Luo raised an eyebrow. "Why would you think that? Becoming an A-class civilization isn't as easy as drinking water. One month? Do you think the Zerg were left behind by the creators of the universe?"
But Yoda shook his head. "With two planets and ten days, you hatched a fleet like this. If you were given a star system and a month, perhaps you really could hatch a fleet capable of contending with Saint Masent... couldn't you?" Yoda fixed his gaze on Ye Luo.
"Yeah, right..." Ye Luo shook his head speechlessly. "Two points. First, hatching this fleet was nowhere near as easy as it looked. Ordinary Zerg are one thing; the energy on ordinary planets is enough for them to sustain themselves. But these Hive Battleships each consume vast amounts of psionic energy. Yoda, ever since we formed our alliance, you've known our Zerg territory better than anyone. There aren't any psionic ore veins in our starfield, so every bit of this stuff