The Coordination Council's Combat Units

While battling fifty thousand leaping organisms...

"Captain, those troublesome things are trying to escape!"

Information flowed between the Coordination Council combat entities. Amid the deadlocked battle, the combat units relayed battlefield intelligence to their leader.

"They won't get away. Organize a group and jump to the other side of the gate first. Intercept those fleeing enemies and kill every last one of them!"

"Yes!"

After receiving the report, the leader issued his orders. Their mission was to slaughter these enemies. If any enemy escaped, that meant the mission had failed.

The Coordination Council's strategic approach was to display absolute military force and deliver comprehensive blows on both physical and psychological levels, forcing the race called Amoeba to submit and become a species they could enslave.

Wiping out the enemy was meant to convey a message to Amoeba through action—killing you is as easy for us as chopping vegetables and slaughtering dogs. If you refuse to submit, then every moment you struggle is merely another second in the countdown to your extinction.

Thinking his subordinate had already led the others to the other star system, the leader focused on the battle. Yet, to his utter surprise, he received another message from his subordinate.

"Captain!"

"Why are you still here? Didn't I tell you to lead a group to the other side of the gate and intercept them? Move!"

Opportunities on the battlefield were fleeting. Any hesitation now would inevitably let some survivors escape, which did not align with their mission. The leader was furious that his subordinate had failed to carry out his orders.

"Captain, we can't jump to the other side of the gate," the subordinate reported.

"Can't jump over? You dare use such an obvious lie as an excuse to fob me off? Do you believe I'll execute you