Around the Solar System.
In a region tens of thousands of kilometers from the target.
Amid waves of spacetime fluctuations.
Distorted, blurry halos appeared nearby without warning.
Large numbers of space warships leaped out from within, arranging themselves into orderly formations in the vacuum of space!
Ignoring the Fleet Groups still emerging one after another from the wormholes.
Commander looked toward the distant Solar System, his gaze filled with gravity.
"Order all units to prioritize filling the warships' Shield Generators and Intelligent AI Defense Systems with energy..."
"Yes."
Though he looked down from the bottom of his heart on those uncultured Primitive Beings.
Given the information recorded in the intelligence reports, Commander still adopted a serious attitude toward dealing with them.
After all, it would have been one thing if those Primitive Beings were merely exceptionally powerful as individuals.
But Mechanical Life possessing advanced technology was actually mixed in among them?
That was simply absurd...
What kind of primitive world could nurture Mechanical Life while still stuck in a Tribal System?
Surely those guys had not hammered code out of stones?
What was even more outrageous was that, according to the reconnaissance intelligence, those Mechanical Lifeforms had records of invading all kinds of mechanical equipment and converting them into their own forces.
Thus, compared to those fellows who brandished blades and guns.
Commander was even more wary of enemies who might wage Electronic Warfare and Technological Warfare, somehow snatching away his ships.
After all, most of this fleet's combat power was concentrated in all sorts of War Machines...
If all their equipment became infected.
This war would directly turn into an act of aiding the enemy, handing them everything on a silver platter...
Even if he did not die on the battlefield, he would still have to commit suicide after