At 22:15 on February 30, New Liushun Standard Time, the fluctuations in the gravity well finally reached their peak. By then, every soldier on Earth's side had returned to their post, except for the wounded still soaking in cultivation tanks.
Soon after, jump alarms began ringing one after another as warships leaped into the star system. Even a cursory estimate showed that the enemy force was far larger than the marauder fleet they had faced before.
The unmanned reconnaissance devices soon captured clear images of the warships and sent them to the giant screen in the New Liushun Starport command center.
They were all built in the Empire's unmistakable streamlined, spindle-shaped style, but lacked the imposing, solemn pressure of Imperial warships—the kind that made them look like the bosses. That was probably due to their paint jobs. These ships were far more garishly decorated, evoking an ancient army setting out beneath a forest of fluttering banners. Many even had their prows painted with ornate or fearsome deities, or with terrifying demon faces.
So although they were a massive, advanced space fleet, they somehow gave off an even stronger medieval air. They looked rather like monkeys dressed in human clothes.
"They're here! The Empire really has fallen into depravity. They don't dare break the rules themselves, so they have to send their lackeys to do it for them. I'm embarrassed on their behalf," Yang Xiyi said with a laugh.
His calm demeanor did indeed rub off on the other officers in the command center. Or perhaps they had simply seen so many bizarre developments lately that they had learned to act first and be surprised later. They quickly got to work.
A few minutes later, the adjutant reported a more precise assessment.
"Confirmed... eight light carriers: three Death Angel C-classes and