For the Exelion, the current situation was definitely not optimistic.
"Vice-captain, what is the current status of our ship's repairs?"
The old captain stared solemnly at the screen and asked.
"Report, the repair rate is currently 78.5%, and it is estimated that full repairs will still need four hours."
"Honestly, I hadn't expected that we could hold out this long."
"Ah… all thanks to that mysterious ship fleet."
"Indeed…"
Upon hearing the vice-captain's words, the old captain sighed and then once again looked toward the light points behind the screen. For some reason, that strange fleet had been following them, never approaching or communicating. They completely ignored the Exelion's communication requests, only when the Exelion encountered cosmic monsters would they swoop into the battlefield with lightning speed, quickly eliminate the cosmic monsters, and then swiftly retreat.
They didn't even give the Exelion a chance to hail them.