Aboard the warship Fate.
The Dark Lord, Darth Sidious, coldly watched the dazzling explosions behind him. The Force surged, and the necks of the two commanders still arguing in the command room were snapped in an instant.
More than thirty commanders from various Galactic Empire species immediately fell silent beside him. Everyone avoided the Dark Lord's gaze, terrified of meeting his eyes.
"Wade, report the losses..." Darth was no longer young; it was apparent even from his aged voice.
"Lord, in that explosion just now, we had at least two hundred transport ships shot down. Even now, they're still crashing at a rate of one per second..." Wade was Darth Sidious's second disciple after Jesse. Though still young, he had already reached Level 26, Advanced rank, and was highly valued by Darth.
"You heard that. It's only two hundred transport ships. Our main force hasn't suffered any damage. Relay my orders: have the transport fleet deploy its fighters. This time, launch high-frequency bombs. Blow these bugs to pieces!"
"Yes, Lord!"
For a logistics force with two thousand transport ships, losing two hundred truly did not hurt their foundations. The fighter formations set out once more, but this time, they clearly no longer spared their area-of-effect weapons. The fighters charged forward through the barrage again...
"At this rate, we can destroy several million more of the enemy's fighters. The Galactic Empire fleet may have great numbers, but this kind of attrition will hurt them badly as well..." Amirida seemed to understand Ye Luo's intention and spoke again with delight.
Without even turning his head, Ye Luo said calmly, "You can't judge everything by appearances alone. Emiria, if you're going to become the ruler of the Galactic Empire someday, you need to learn to look further ahead..."
Ye Luo's tone, as though