A tiny signal transmitter sent its message bursting outward at the speed of light, quickly causing a stir within a limited radius.
Its transmitter was not very powerful, with a range of only a thousand kilometers, but that was enough for the communications personnel inside the Hive to receive it.
Soon, this peculiar intelligence report, which positively reeked of an elementary school essay, was delivered by a communications soldier with a strange expression to the supreme commander, who was busy deploying his forces...
When the Elder Chief first saw this "special intelligence report," he wanted to curse.
For fuck's sake, I'm swamped here! There's a raging battle outside, with several Space Battleships going down every minute, and you're making me read this nonsense?
Do I look like some literary type?
But when he turned the page, the Elder Chief froze.
Great Prophecy?! What the hell?
More importantly, the prophecy actually sounded convincing. Its plot was tightly arranged and its logic sound, as though someone had simply copied and pasted the enemy's battle plan.
As the Elder Chief read this unconventional intelligence report, cold sweat gradually soaked his back.
"Where did this information come from? Can we confirm its authenticity?" he asked, looking up with a grim expression.
According to this report, the Twin Stars' attack on Target One was merely a diversion. Their real targets were the other two facilities?
It was not that the Elder Chief had never considered that possibility, but for the enemy to devise such a strategy, they would have needed to know the coordinates of every wormhole expansion device in advance...
Whatever the case, if this intelligence was true, their original plan would undoubtedly play right into the enemy's hands! The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became...
"Patriarch, the signal originated