At the center of the galactic vortex, at the edge of the spiral arm of Andromeda, an interstellar war that has lasted for 10,000 years is heating up, a contest that determines the right to survive on tens of millions of planets and hundreds of millions of species. At this moment, the 10,000-year battle between the Galactic Federation and the Seifert Galaxy Empire has reached the most critical moment, and the decisive battle is imminent and imminent.

In the vastness of space, a sphere black ** field appeared, with a diameter of 100,000 kilometers. This region looks like a small black hole, the black ** domain in the region is darker than the outside area, but the stars in the region are more brilliant than the outside area.

When you gaze at it, you will be fascinated by it, the world around you will become smaller, time will become slow, and your mind will seem to stagnate as if it is about to condense into substance.

Gradually, the sparse starlight in the black ** domain began to become more and more and brighter, and the body of these starlights was as large as the size of the moon, and the small ones were 1/3 the size of the moon.

The last Archon of the Galactic Federation stares at his fleet, which is nearly 10,000 stellar-class warships, and stellar-class warships are the workhorses of interstellar warfare. The Galactic Federation had 200,000 stellar-class warships at its peak, and these 10,000 stellar-class warships survived the Federation's 10,000-year war.

"Let's get started, whatever the outcome, it's time to end." The consuls of the Galactic Federation gave the order for a decisive battle.

The war between the Galactic Federation and the Seifert Empire is like a primitive duel between an ancient civilization, with all its warships lined up face to face. The massive hull of a stellar-class battleship

It is not only a tough defensive system, but also a sharp offensive weapon. Because the duel between stellar warships is more about using the most primitive combat method - ramming!

With the order of the consul, the battleships gradually disappeared with dazzling light, like moths to a fire! Clusters of dazzling sparks bloom in the starry sky, like the last gift of the star's life. Accompanied by dazzling firelight, the wreckage of the battleship's severed arm flew into the distant sky like a meteor.

The disparity in strength between the two sides is so great that after an Earth Day, the fleet of the Galactic Federation has been almost wiped out, but the stars in the Seifert Empire are still shining. The general situation has been decided, and the defeat of the Galactic Federation is inevitable.

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