1:00 AM, July 25, 3034 (Galactic Calendar)

Five hours have passed since the outbreak of battles in various parts of the Black Tiger Starfield.

Those five hours felt like an eternity to the Black Tiger Clan Chief.

Because of the need to contact various forces for reinforcements, the Black Tiger Clan Chief was unable to lead the fleet to the battlefield in person and had to send his son instead.

"It takes 48 hours, right?"

But our situation here is extremely urgent, could you...?

It needs to be forty-eight hours... Alright, thank you."

The Black Tiger Clan Chief hung up a video call, exhausted.

He was just contacting a relatively powerful tribal force that was not one of the top twenty tribes.

In the past, he could have been completely domineering when facing small to medium-sized tribal forces.

But only a few hours.

The news of the Black Tiger Starfield has spread, and the attitudes of various forces toward the Black Tiger tribe have changed.

The reinforcements that should have been sent within ten hours are now being told that it will take forty-eight hours.

The reasons given were nothing more than the need to assemble the fleet, recall crew members on leave, and prepare war supplies.

"When will the reinforcements from the Giant Lion tribe arrive?" Chief Black Tiger loudly questioned his subordinates.

The subordinate replied, "Because the Black Fox Third Large Stargate, which serves as the stargate transportation hub for the third star system, has lost control."

Therefore... it will take at least five hours for the Giant Lion Clan's reinforcement fleet to reach the battlefield.

Three hours had passed between when we sent out our request for help and when the Lion Clan agreed to send reinforcements.

It is estimated that the Lion Clan's reinforcement fleet will arrive in our Black Tiger Starfield in two hours; in addition, the Minotaur Clan's reinforcement fleet has promised to arrive within five hours.

The fox-people tribe indicated that they were preparing a reinforcement fleet, but because their fleet was relatively weak, they needed some time to prepare.

Other groups, including the Dragonkin tribe, told us to continue.

In ten hours, the first reinforcement fleet will arrive!

"We need to hold on for at least another two hours..." The Black Tiger Clan Chief felt as if a huge boulder was pressing on his heart.

Two hours...

In the wars he had encountered in the past, two hours would have been a very short time.

But for him now, those two hours felt like an eternity.

"What is the situation on the battlefields in various places?" Chief Black Tiger asked.

"I don't know if it's because the enemy intercepted or interfered with our communication signals."

We currently have limited intelligence on battlefields in various locations.

It is certain that the Black Tiger King's naval base in the first star system suffered heavy losses. The most recent communication report indicated that many of the main shipping lanes of the starport were destroyed, and a large number of interstellar warships were trapped inside the naval base.

The situation is not optimistic.

The Black Tiger Interstellar Military Factory in the Second Star System lost contact thirty minutes ago. At that time, the defense line had been breached, and a large number of enemy starships rushed into the industrial area of ​​the interstellar military factory... It is estimated that the losses were considerable.

The third major stargate of the Black Tiger in the third star system has been lost. The stargate was attacked and, although not directly destroyed, is unable to function properly.

We estimate that we have lost hope.

The Black Market trading port in the fourth star system and the Black Tiger resource mining area in the fifth star system have few troops stationed there... so..." The subordinate did not finish his sentence.

But Chief Black Tiger already knew.

Three of the five strategic locations vital to the Black Tiger tribe fell within just five hours.

The remaining two are probably in very bad shape as well.

"Even if we win this battle in the end..."

"The strength of our Black Tiger tribe... is not what it used to be." The Black Tiger chieftain said with a solemn expression.

The subordinates remained silent.

Because the offensive of the JF-17 Legion was truly terrifying, far more terrifying than they had anticipated.

They never expected that the various strategic locations would collapse so quickly.

No one expected that the JF-17 Legion would suddenly launch an attack.

The Black Tiger Clan Chief closed his eyes and remained silent for several seconds.

He raised his hand, activated a jamming device, and dialed a person's address.

A creature with a dragon's head and a human body appeared on the other side.

The other party may have anticipated that the Black Tiger Clan Chief would initiate this video call.

After a brief communication of just a few minutes.

The video call was disconnected.

The Black Tiger Clan Chief seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

He summoned his subordinates again: "Get ready, it will be in an hour."

A dragon-human fleet will be arriving in our Black Tiger Starfield.

Three more dragonkin fleets will arrive within five hours.

"Didn't you say before..." The subordinate was surprised, but quickly realized what was going on.

That communication just now °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° might have been a choice made by the Black Tiger Tribe Chief.

The Black Tiger tribe has already been severely weakened. Even if they win this battle, their status will be far less than before.

Therefore, Chief Black Tiger made a new decision.

But no matter what.

The fact that a Dragonkin fleet of 30,000 interstellar warships could arrive in the Black Tiger Starfield within an hour is truly inspiring.

"Report! Our patrol fleet has detected a fleet approaching at an extremely high speed outside the main star!"

"It looks...it looks like a spaceship from the Dragon Legion." Suddenly, a sergeant ran up and reported an urgent message.

Upon hearing this news, the Black Tiger Clan Chief stood up immediately and exclaimed in surprise, "The Dragon Slayer Legion?"

This...this is impossible!

How could the Dragon Legion's interstellar warships have appeared here so quickly!

"We... don't know either," the sergeant replied, head bowed.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash."

I hereby order that all available interstellar warships be immediately assembled, including those from civilian fleets, and all be forcibly requisitioned!

Furthermore, please investigate further to confirm whether the people who came were indeed from the Wraith Dragon Legion. If they were...

"How many interstellar warships do you have!" Chief Black Tiger roared.

"Yes! I'll take care of it right away!"

The sudden arrival of the Dragon Squad disrupted all of Chief Black Tiger's plans.

It's important to know that the Black Tiger Star's regular army currently only has a total of six thousand interstellar warships!

If it really is the JF-17 Thunder Legion coming, how could they possibly win?

"No! The main planet cannot fall."

Relay my order: contact the young master and have him lead the fleet back immediately!

"At the same time, contact fleets in other star systems, and have those capable come to our aid immediately!" the Black Tiger Clan Chief roared.

"yes!"

A few minutes later.

Information has finally emerged regarding the appearance of the JF-17 fleet.

But this information came as a complete shock.

At the same time, another piece of news also arrived.

"Clan leader, we can't get in touch with the young master!"

Chief Black Tiger stared dumbfounded at the footage captured by the deep-space telescope. He saw countless Xiaolong-class interstellar warships, numbering at least a thousand!

That's not the crux of the problem.

The key issue is that there are some extra things on the hulls of those Xiaolong-class interstellar warships sailing ahead.

Those were the added spears, each one piercing a Black Tiger tribe sailor.

As a result, these Dragon-class interstellar warships were stained red with blood.

Suddenly, the Black Tiger Clan Chief's pupils dilated as he saw a blood-red emblem appear on the bow of the legendary T4 Blue-Eyes White Dragon-class heavy interstellar armored battleship.

That's the emblem of the White Tiger tribe!

There, too, a corpse was being held at spear length, but treated differently.

That was pierced by several spears.

The corpse was none other than his son.

Young Master of the Black Tiger Tribe!

"No! No! No!" the Black Tiger Clan Chief roared in anguish.