Many wars began with a tiny accident, or even a small coincidence.
A single gunshot in Sarajevo had opened the curtain on World War I.
This proved that, more often than not, the cause of a great war was far less important than people imagined.
The Dimensional Fleet was no different now.
At first, when the other fleets received the Fifth Fleet's call for help, most assumed that the Fifth Fleet had merely been attacked by some bandit-like force in the outer regions—within and beyond the Time-Space Administration Bureau's jurisdiction, all sorts of temporal and spatial criminal organizations emerged endlessly. Some had powerful backers, while others were simply vicious. It was not entirely incomprehensible.
Thus, the Dimensional Fleets that initially came to reinforce them all thought they were simply helping the Fifth Fleet drive off some raiders.
Yet when they entered the battlefield and witnessed the fierce fighting before them, they were completely dumbfounded.
It was like a group of police officers arriving at the scene of a report intending to arrest criminals, only to discover in shock that they had been dragged into a world war.
Howling beams, missiles streaking in from every direction, explosions, firelight, shrill alarms, and screams occasionally coming through the comm channels swallowed everything in the blink of an eye.
"Damn it, what the hell is going on?"
"Deploy the shields immediately!!"
"Fall back! Fall back! Request support from headquarters!!"
Standing on the deck, Fang Zheng coldly watched the battlefield before him. This place had already become a meat grinder. Almost none of the Dimensional Warships that entered could leave intact. They were either caught off guard and blown directly into pieces, or struggled desperately as they attempted to flee the battlefield.
Fang Zheng had not wiped them all out. It was not because the