Sweep Away Some Minor Trouble

Before long, the third fleet appeared. As required, it first attempted to contact the two fleets that had arrived ahead of it.

But it received no response.

The Third Fleet's commander had no idea why, but it did not think much of it. It likely assumed the other two fleets had already charged into Blue Light to burn, kill, and plunder. With a wave of its tentacle, it directly ordered the entire fleet to advance toward Blue Light.

The Third Fleet then surged toward Blue Light with great fanfare, displaying the Eight-Armed Tribe fleet's imposing momentum to the fullest.

In its view, every move they made was surely being watched by the humans.

Tiny insects of the universe, tremble! Fear!

It could hardly wait to see the humans' panicked, helpless expressions.

Midway through its advance, the Third Fleet suddenly received a message from headquarters. The first two fleets had inexplicably lost contact, and it was ordered to wait until the subsequent fleets arrived before acting together.

What the hell? The commander pretended not to hear it and continued onward!

It had said long ago that humans were nothing more than little bugs. One fleet was enough to take this planet with ease. There was absolutely no need to make things so troublesome.

It wondered whether it had offended someone at headquarters. Were they worried it would claim the first merit? How laughable! Besides, it was the son of a great noble. It did not need to worry about defying headquarters' orders. When the time came, it could simply say the signal had been bad and it had not received the message. Who could do anything to it?

And then, the Third Fleet was wiped out!...

While the Fourth Fleet was still in Warp Navigation, it had already received word that