Meanwhile, several other mercenary groups that had come to provide reinforcements had also entered the battlefield.
"Boss! Look over there! Th-that's a North Wind Class, isn't it?! I'm not seeing things, am I?!" the scar-faced adjutant cried in astonishment.
Frost Ember, the burly man with claw marks across his face, had completely lost his usual arrogance.
He stared dumbfounded at the imposing North Wind Class battleship and its well-equipped escort fleet. He swallowed hard and murmured, "East Blade Mercenary Corps? I've never even heard of them. A North Wind Class as their flagship? Where did they come from?"
He had spent years on the frontier and knew all too well what it meant for a mercenary group to own a battleship of this class.
A behemoth was definitely backing them.
Amid his shock, complicated emotions welled up in him. He envied their formidable firepower, but also felt a little relieved.
"With a tough outfit like that leading the charge, I thought we'd have to pay dearly this time. Looks like the pressure on us won't be so bad after all. Brothers, move out! Don't disgrace Frost Ember's name. Follow East Blade and give those bastards hell!"
The other mercenary groups that had arrived reacted much the same way. Their communications channels were filled with awed remarks and speculation about the East Blade Fleet's lineup.
The commander of the Thorn Shield Mercenary Group clicked his tongue. "Good grief, a North Wind Class. What's the story with East Blade?"
The commander of Goshawk Eye quietly adjusted his forces' tactical position, deciding to stay close to the powerful allies' flank and wait for an opening.
Meanwhile, at the Star Realm Army's 93778th Frontier Legion Command Headquarters.
When the East Blade Fleet's identification signal and preliminary combat assessment appeared on the command center's main