When the fleet discovered that it had lost contact with Blue Star, the Ground Information Center on Blue Star, staffed around the clock, also received an alert from the Artificial Intelligence.
Signal lost!!!
The staff member on duty, who had been drinking coffee and was starting to doze off, jolted awake.
Having received professional training, he knew very well what this meant.
It was no exaggeration to say that this disaster was no less serious than a major earthquake.
The fleet, carrying many scientists and other elite personnel away from their homeland, was vital to Xia's thousand-year plan.
They had barely left Blue Star, and already something had gone wrong!
Had the sudden interruption in Quantum Communication meant the fleet had suffered a catastrophe so swift that it hadn't even had a chance to react?
He didn't know.
He was just an ordinary staff member.
One second after the Artificial Intelligence's alert, he pressed the most conspicuous red button in front of him.
Deep in the desert, alarms blared through the darkness. Their piercing wails sent everyone in the base rushing back to their posts. Combat personnel armed themselves, donned their mechs, and prepared to fight at a moment's notice.
At the same time,
Mo Jingchun and Mo Xiaoxue, who had received the same message, hurried back to the company laboratory.
On the way back, Mo Jingchun frowned deeply.
Back then, to give his senior sister one last helping hand, Mo Jingchun had donated a fleet of 100 Space Battleships to the government.
But just minutes ago, Zero had suddenly told him that contact with those ships had been lost.
Even the emergency communication equipment hidden aboard another 100 battleships had gone silent at the same time.
There was no doubt about it. Something had happened.
What was even more