Ten days later.
Deep in the void, Song Chen opened his eyes. He sensed his communications terminal vibrate.
When he opened it, the terminal projected a holographic image: a starfield scene marked "Real-Time Battlefield Monitoring."
The footage had been taken at the edge of the Milky Way, with sparse dark-matter halos and several dying red dwarfs in the background.
At first glance, Song Chen saw nothing unusual. There was only silent emptiness in his field of vision, with wisps of pale purple interstellar dust drifting past now and then.
Then that dust began to move.
It turned out that the dust was a fleet—a fleet that blanketed the heavens and covered the earth.
The image kept zooming out, expanding from a range of millions of kilometers to a range measured in light-years.
Blood-Eclipse Civilization biological warships were packed densely around the spacetime wormhole, so numerous that they covered the entire starry backdrop.
The wormhole entrance resembled a colossal blood-red eye tearing through the universe. Dark crimson energy tides surged along its edges, and with every pulse, it spat out hundreds upon thousands of biological warships.
Those biological warships came in every conceivable form. Some resembled arthropods enlarged a millionfold, their shells covered in breathing pores from which swarms of Blood-Eclipse lifeforms poured forth, like bees guarding their hive.
Others resembled warped deep-sea creatures, their hundreds-of-kilometers-long tentacles slowly swaying in the vacuum. Every movement stirred psychic ripples through the surrounding space.
There were also dozens of biological motherships so vast that words could scarcely describe them, nearly the size of small celestial bodies. Their surfaces were covered in still-pulsing flesh, and ghostly green light shone from within, like living planetary fortresses.
Among these biological fleets, Song Chen saw even more details.
Countless Blood-Eclipse lifeforms of Seventh Rank and above stood in