The Third Fleet led by Nack, Anrida, and Lilith was now like an incomparably sharp sword, capturing Manda World with the force of thunder.
Under the lead of an Emperor-class Battleship and a cruiser, and the assault of four frigates and sixteen destroyers, Manda World was like a frail little lamb.
In merely two short days, they swiftly reclaimed this seemingly impregnable star system like lightning, returning it to the supreme rule of the Lord of the Stars. Every hidden threat within it was thoroughly eradicated as well.
Yet within the grand battleship's bridge, Nack, the battle-hardened commander, seemed somewhat bored.
He tilted his head slightly and quietly asked Lilith beside him, "Lilith, has the task of arranging the patrol fleet been completed smoothly?"
The defensive strength of this star system was simply too fragile compared to the battles they had faced before.
The spaceport, once regarded by the False Emperor's lackeys as an important line of defense, had fallen easily into their hands under the Space Marines' merciless boarding operation.
Once the spaceport—the only aerial force in the system—had been eliminated, the Defense Force's seemingly imposing offensive collapsed at the first touch like a fortress made of paper.
Everything had happened so quickly that Nack, who had always longed to display his valor on the battlefield, had not even had the chance to make a move. An inexplicable sense of boredom rose within him.
"Hmph. Captain Mendeleev had properly arranged the patrol fleet long ago. There was no need for us to concern ourselves with such trivial matters."
Faced with Nack's rather bored question, Lilith's tone remained as indifferent as ever, as though nothing in the world could stir a ripple in her heart.
After spending so much time with Nack, Lilith had long seen through this elder she