Chapter 7313: The Battle of Philaster Crestia
The decisive battle had begun.
After several hours of waiting, the Voribug Organic Battle Moon had stopped a short distance away from Philaster Crestia III.
Though the moon did not advance into weapons range, just the fact that it was orbiting relatively close by already exerted a lot of pressure towards the defenders.
The Rubarthan soldiers gritted their teeth and tried their best to focus on their immediate responsibilities.
The Goliath Hive did not deploy its Goliaths right away.
Instead, tens of millions if not hundreds of millions of cannon fodder bugs began to flood the orbital defense network.
A huge number of guns opened fire onto the seemingly unending swarms. Even though the soldiers all knew that the Goliath Hive actually fielded the least amount of cannon fodder out of the 6 hives, it certainly did not feel that way given that there were bugs in every direction!
The mech pilots, spacers and orbital techs all felt pressured as they tried their best to repel the onslaught of mutated voribugs. From their perspective, there was no such thing as too few voribugs.
They were already straining to hold back the tide, and this was when they were still in the early phase of the battle!
Many of them endured so much strain that they began to call for reinforcements to relieve their beleaguered positions.
Unfortunately, there was not enough backup to go around. The Goliath Hive did not attack the planet from every angle, but its forces had spread out just enough to lock down many defending units in place.
Although it sounded counterproductive for the mutated voribugs to spread themselves out and attack the planet from multiple angles, conquering a planet was not easy.
The enemy needed to thoroughly dismantle at least half of the orbital defense works in order to secure one side of it from bombardment.
Attacking from multiple angles also had a very negative effect on morale.
All of the soldiers knew that if the enemy bugs maintained their blockade, it would become increasingly harder to feed the locals.
Whether out of a sense of duty or self-preservation, the soldiers assigned to the areas under siege all experienced complex but ultimately firm emotions.
“Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!”
“Don’t hold down the trigger. Conserve your ammunition. Our resupply schedule can’t keep up with your ammo consumption!”
“Requesting backup! My orbital platform is about to get overrun!”
Even though it was just the prelude to the most intense phase of the battle, soldiers already began to suffer and die.
The voribugs attacked with such ferocity that hardly any human could take a break.
Out of all of the assets that came under siege, the orbital platforms suffered the brunt of the damage.
All of the mechs and warships in the field were mobile enough to evade the initial enemy attack waves.
The much larger and more formidable orbital defense fortresses could withstand much more damage with the help of their titan shields.
The smaller orbital defense platforms lacked such defenses. They were built with a certain degree of economy in mind. Once their azure energy shields shattered apart, they could only rely on their relatively thick layers of medium-grade armor plating to withstand the attacks of the voribug swarms.
The crews of the orbital platforms never survived once the voribugs ate their way through all of that armor.
Yet the remaining ones still fought as if their lives were on the line. They all understood the stakes. They could not afford to retreat prematurely, but neither could they stand their ground and endure wave after wave of cannon fodder bugs.
The psychological impact of fighting against these swarms was very bad.
The Goliath Hive clearly bred these cannon fodder bugs with the cheapest of materials in the Philaster Crestia System. The voribugs simply converted worthless asteroids and mundane materials into the weakest and most common of subspecies.
The value of a single bug was far too low, yet because they were so numerous, the defenders had no choice but to expend valuable energy and ammunition just to mow them all down.
“These bugs never end…”
“Is the Pact doomed from the start?”
“I won’t… die to these worthless bugs…”
At least the native aliens possessed a semblance of honor and dignity. As murderous as they may be, they were still opponents that humans could understand. Dying to an honorable alien soldier was preferable to getting devoured by a multitude of weak and pitiful voribugs!
Several hours passed by as the defenses continued to endure attacks.
Since the Goliath Hive was not in a hurry to bring out the big guns, the defenders tried their best to conserve their resources.
Everyone knew that fighting against the mutated voribugs always ended up in a battle of attrition.
Even in a battle against the Goliath Hive, any force that failed to last against the swarms had no capital to win.
The enemy willingly squandered the lives of all of the cannon fodder bugs in order to gain an advantage in the subsequent rounds.
By the time the megavoribugs made their advance, the depleted defenders might not be able to endure for long!
This was why it became crucial for the champions and elite units to hold back and conserve their resources as much as possible.

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