"Was that some kind of mass-fired laser weapon?"
Admiral Morrison stared at the screen, his brow twisted into a tight knot.
At such an immense distance in deep space,
even their observation equipment could only capture energy signatures, movement trajectories, and blurry outlines.
It was as though someone had drawn over a thousand golden streaks across the vast curtain of space.
"Whatever they are, have the outer warships intercept them!"
"Blow them up before they reach the formation!"
Admiral Morrison immediately gave the order in a harsh voice.
However, what happened next left the commanders throughout the Galactic Empire's Seventh Fleet utterly dumbfounded.
They even began to doubt their own eyes.
Those golden streaks, suspected to be laser weapons, seemed to possess independent souls and consciousness.
Within the airtight laser interception grid and the overwhelming swarms of carrier-based aircraft,
they maneuvered and weaved through the chaotic three-dimensional battlefield in a manner that completely defied physical laws.
Whenever they encountered lasers or carrier-based aircraft they could not avoid, they simply smashed straight through them.
Amid the blazing light and fire of countless explosions,
not only did these beams not slow down, they continued closing in on the warships with unstoppable momentum.
"What the hell... are those things?"
Colonel Adri, the adjutant beside him, was already trembling.
As the distance between the two sides steadily shrank,
the Bismarck-class Dreadnought's image processing system
finally captured a clearer image.
When the footage was enlarged and projected onto the main screen,
the enormous command hall fell into deathly silence.
The empty wineglass in Admiral Morrison's hand fell to the floor with a sharp crack.
Because those streaking golden flashes were actually living, breathing people!
Although there were unusual-looking alien races among them—
some had wings growing from their backs, some were clearly beastmen, and others