Just like that, every trace of the Trisolarian presence on Tethys was ruthlessly erased by the Adeptus Mechanicus, while the last hope of the Trisolaran Civilization—the Solar System Fleet—was not looking good either.
The fleet's highest commander received the final message from the head of Tethys's Supreme Governing Council.
[Run, toward the depths of the universe]
[Do not dream of revenge. Forget us completely.]
[This is our only way to survive.]
Now, she was the Archon.
This meant that every member of the Trisolaran Civilization's upper echelon above her had been killed in action!
The result left her in a daze.
How had things come to this?
When their fleet had entered the Solar System, they had still held an absolute advantage.
The Trisolaran Civilization's Solar System Fleet was invincible, while its million-strong army of psionic warriors swept across every direction. With such an overwhelming advantage, they only needed to crush the enemy head-on. Tactics and strategy were completely superfluous!
Human civilization was like a dilapidated house before them.
All they needed to do was kick it hard, and the seemingly sturdy building would collapse in an instant!
But what had happened?
The million-strong army of psionic warriors had been annihilated in the blink of an eye!
And the Solar System Fleet they had been so proud of had ended up surrounded!
Yes, they possessed more advanced science and technology, but the problem was... humans did not play by the rules!
The high-energy particle streams and electromagnetic interference launched by the fleet's attack were completely useless against the human fleet!
Their attacks were all blocked by those strange shields that seemed capable of warping spacetime, then redirected into unknown dimensions.
Even more terrifying were those warriors standing over two meters tall. Riding small aircraft, they crashed into their warships one