The grand inquisitor was not happy; since the arrival of General Ephirion, all his spawns were systematically destined to fill the fleet's new nightmare-type ships; they could barely generate enough to make up for the casualties. The great weapon that the church had devised was being wasted by a poorly organized military campaign, despite Ephirion's claims to the contrary. In the last month, they had lost another eight mining systems. Right now, the fleet could only count on six systems to exploit and obtain supplies to make the invasion easier.
But at last, his pleas for the sanctity of the leader of the church of the ancestors had been answered, and he now had the authorization to depose Ephirion and take command.
No, things were not going well at all. His ship headed towards the mother ship of the third fleet; Ephirion's own ship had been transferred to another system. That man was cautious, but he did not know how to attack or conquer.
