A sub-fleet, caught completely unprepared and besieged by twenty trillion warships, stood no chance at all. Even escape was a luxury.
Within the Peiton Universe.
The Hols Supercluster, the headquarters of the Tri-Union Civilization expeditionary force.
"Legion Commander, the Twenty-Second Fleet has been out of contact for over an hour. We still can't reach them."
"Stop trying. They should already be gone!"
Vladimir's expression was extremely grim. That had been an entire sub-fleet—one trillion warships. From the moment they reported a sudden attack, only five hours had passed before they went missing.
As for how the enemy had bypassed the surveillance network and remained undetected until they were right in front of them, Vladimir could not figure it out at all.
"Should we notify the Seventeenth Fleet, which is currently heading to Garrison Point Three, and have them withdraw?"
"Have them come back. Sending a sub-fleet against a hundred trillion warships is no different from sending them to their deaths!"
"Yes, Legion Commander!"
Nodding, the adjutant immediately went to relay the order.
After watching the adjutant leave, Vladimir rested his chin on his hand and began to think.
His current situation was rather troublesome. He could neither advance nor retreat. If he continued attacking the Biological Civilization in the Peiton Universe, and the enemy suddenly entered the Peiton Universe and struck him from behind, things would not look very pretty.
Although the Biological Civilization was not particularly strong, it still had nearly thirty thousand peak Eleventh Order individuals, with combat power no weaker than one hundred thousand peak Tenth Order Dark Energy Users.
If he fought at full strength, it naturally would not be a problem. But if he had to go to war with a legion from another God-tier Civilization, those thirty thousand peak Eleventh Order individuals would definitely