At this moment, all the past experiences, including over a thousand years of relentless pursuit, over a thousand years of full-throttle technological development, and repeated searches with alternating disappointment and hope, surfaced in Tom's mind.
Especially recalling the sadness and anger from over a thousand years ago, when he meticulously built and decorated the living spaceship, painstakingly hoping to create a good environment for his human compatriots, only to discover that those human compatriots had long since been transformed into Demonic Eyes by the Purple Moon Civilization, Tom's eyes almost turned red.
"This time, let's fight with our true strength. Either you die, or I die. In this vast universe, only one of us can remain."
Tom turned his head and looked at his massive fleet.
After two generations of upgrades, a total of 3 million warships were still well-parked within the aerospace carriers.
