The eighty-eight galactic battleships had been constructed after expending countless resources, and all of the soldiers here were carefully chosen from countless peers.
This was their first-ever battle.
However, at the same time, this seemed destined to be their final battle.
The battle was much more disastrous than any of them had anticipated.
The explosions of the battleships were the most dazzling moment signaling the conclusion of their lives.
A female Heavenly Human Tribe Great General wielded a light wheel and sliced a galactic battleship into three sections. Its superalloy shell was as weak as butter in her eyes.
Boom!
Another explosion lit up the starry sky.
The female Great General raised her chin and looked down at the wailing humans with an arrogant expression. "Space army? How laughable! You're just a bunch of ants outside of your designated environment."
