Intelligence Takes the High Ground

The Eight-Armed Tribe's remaining three Warships no longer had the mind to bother with the Distant Star. The trouble happening right beside them remained unresolved; forget some human Cruiser—even whether they could make it back was a question.

Before setting out, they had anticipated all manner of possible situations and drafted all kinds of response plans. But when they truly faced it, they discovered reality was nothing like their imagination, and not a single plan could be used.

Such a situation had never even appeared in the history of the Eight-Armed Tribe.

This greatly tested a commander's ability to adapt on the spot.

Fortunately, anyone capable of sitting in a commander's seat did not lack adaptability.

"Temporarily move away from the Mothership. Do not approach the human warship again. Report the current situation in detail to the Military Port and await instructions."

Then the Military Port sent back a string of question marks, asking whether they had all collectively gone brain-dead to dare report such an inexplicable reason. It then replied, "Maintain distance for now. Wait until the video transmission is complete."

The commanders of the three Warships were somewhat helpless. They could only keep their distance from both the Mothership and the human Cruiser and wait in silence.

The video information sent back by the Warships was rather large, and it would still take some time to receive it in full.

Without the video as reference, the Military Port could not fully confirm the Warships' claims. They were all Eight-Armed Tribe members who had experienced all kinds of things, possessing their own complete worldview and a rigorous way of thinking. Their minds could not possibly be persuaded by just a few casual words.

What mattered was evidence.

About two hours later, the Eight-Armed Tribe Military Port finally received the