For a long time, the crews of the Empire's First Fleet had harbored a pent-up anger.
They had spent years sailing alone through space.
Every time they crossed a Hyperlane and saw the sun of another star system, they felt ever more keenly that they were leaving their homeland behind and embarking on a distant campaign.
In the Marshal's name, they would make those slaughtering machines suffer.
Everyone understood that theirs was an utterly just mission. The entire Empire, the whole Sea of Stars, would remember their achievements.
Over those years, the crews had constantly conducted all kinds of training, ensuring that even fresh recruits would not fall behind.
Now, the battle they had awaited for so long was finally within reach.
The Zirick had taught humanity their proud assault formation. Under Ning Zhiyuan and the captains' command, the First Fleet formed a sharp-tipped, sideways square pyramid, like a blade plunging into the XT-489 Extermination Unit's backside.
The Plasma Thrusters continuously expelled thrust to the rear as the fleet of a hundred warships raced across the vast distance.
According to the map, they were already approaching the Determined Exterminators' southern border. The XT-489 Extermination Unit's completely undefended heartland lay just ahead.
The fleet gathered one last batch of Energy Credit resources, then pushed its engines to maximum speed. They had already received a transmission from the Determined Exterminators one system away, demanding answers.
{XT-489 Extermination Unit: Who are you? Identify yourselves immediately!} {???: Believe it or not, we are a fleet belonging to the Lucky Industrial Company. We mean no harm and merely wish to pass through your territory.} {XT-489 Extermination Unit: Who translated our language for you? Leave immediately, or we will attack!}
This time, no answer came.
Ten days later, the massive human fleet openly entered