Adam sat in his commander's seat, watching bursts of fire erupt one after another in the starry sky not far away. He felt as if he were witnessing the most brilliant moment of life.
Everyone feared death, but only death could elevate everything.
The Octopus Star People, filled with joy at the prospect of transporting supplies back into the galaxy, had run headlong into two fully staffed fleets. Before they could even form three question marks in their minds, the Main Guns on the opposite side, already fully charged, roared and fired beams of destruction.
Even though the Shield Generators of the two main ships had an automatic activation function, they could barely make much of a difference. After a brief struggle, the ships became eternal garbage drifting through the universe.
They would submit to the cold universe for a very, very long time. If they were lucky enough, one of the chunks of corpse might preserve some intestinal bacteria because of rapid freezing.
During one cosmic voyage, they would be captured by a planet protected by an atmosphere and possessing the basic conditions for life, eventually crashing onto its surface.
Those thawed bacteria would become the first organisms on the planet. They would gradually evolve, eventually developing beings like the E. coli People, and one day send a satellite into space, yearning to explore the universe, only to be captured by some civilization...
That was a matter for the future. For now, they would merely become eternal garbage drifting slowly through the universe.
Aurora's robot army quickly began altering the hulls of the other fleets. Some used small projectors, while others directly had the robot army change their shapes and colors, helping the ships disguise themselves as the transport ships that had already been destroyed.
Then, under the guidance