"What's going on?"
Seeing the mighty gods before them suddenly wither like a widespread illness and be easily taken out by the ship's cannons, Mony, the administrator, was completely baffled and even began to suspect if the other side was plotting some conspiracy.
After all, in this war that lasted over ten hours, they hadn't gained much advantage. The losses could only be described as tragic, but now the situation had suddenly reversed, seeming strange no matter how one looked at it.
"Maybe the real battle has already decided the victor," an officer speculated.
Mony, the administrator, immediately thought of this possibility. These high-dimensional biological weapons, although possessing intelligence, might also be under control.
The fleet of the Magic Empire had been delayed in coming to aid, which seemed to align with what the Galactic Governor had said, as they were heading to more important battlefields.
