Song Chen looked carefully. Every one of those "tiny dots" was an entrance or exit to a living warship.
Countless warships moved in and out without pause, like insects burrowing out from the Broodmother's skin.
The Broodmother's surface was covered in a dark-red bony carapace, riddled with mountain-sized folds and craters. From the deepest craters seeped a ghostly green glow.
The entire surrounding expanse of space was shrouded in a faint red psionic mist—the hatchery released by the Broodmother itself.
Any enemy entering that red mist would have their psionic energy and life force continuously eroded.
"How is the Blood-Eclipse Civilization fighting now?" Song Chen asked again.
The Blue Spirit replied respectfully, "They are no longer launching large-scale offensives. They have shifted to a war of attrition."
"The Blood-Eclipse Broodmother is currently stationed directly north of Heavenly Pivot. Every day, it releases huge numbers of low-rank units, wave after wave crashing toward Heavenly Pivot like the sea. Heavenly Pivot fights them off wave after wave."
"It has been half a year already. Both sides have suffered countless casualties."
"But the Blood-Eclipse Broodmother can regenerate. Those low-rank units die, then are born again; they are born again, then die, an endless stream."
"They are in no hurry to breach Heavenly Pivot. They are using the Broodmother to wear us down. As long as Heavenly Pivot does not destroy the Broodmother, our living forces will be ground away day by day."
"But several Tenth Rank powerhouses are stationed on the Broodmother's side. We are not confident of forcing our way in, so now it is purely a war of attrition."
Song Chen stared at the enormous red lifeform in the image for a long time without speaking.
He thought of Killing Value. A war of attrition meant endless minor monsters, endless battlefields,