The doors on the flagship's underside quickly opened.
Though called a bomb, it looked more like an ancient electromagnetic cannon shell.
Automated equipment loaded the Gravity Bomb into a dedicated launcher.
After a brief acceleration, it was hurled toward the distant gray picture.
The fleet commander clenched his frail fists, breathing rapidly as he watched the screen ahead.
The distance between the two rapidly closed.
Hum!
The Gravity Bomb detonated.
An inexplicable fluctuation emanated from within the bomb.
In an instant, the smooth-surfaced Gravity Bomb was "compressed" into a solid sphere by immense gravity!
Its total volume shrank by well over a hundredfold!
Even the distant Little Gray Men warships were affected to varying degrees!
Some smaller warships were forcibly dragged out of position by the sudden, powerful gravity!
The Human Fleet naturally could not escape this gravitational pull either.
Under the Gravity Bomb's influence, the stationary fleet was "dragged" more than a hundred kilometers!
Fortunately.
This immensely powerful gravity faded as quickly as it had appeared.
Before long, it rapidly decayed to zero.
"That should do it, right?"
A flicker of hope appeared in the Little Gray Men fleet commander's eyes as he turned his gaze toward the screen ahead.
The moment he made out the image, his expression changed drastically!
The gray picture had been completely unaffected and was still following its original trajectory, utterly indifferent!
The commander instinctively held his breath, and his gray skin rapidly paled!
Not just him-all the Little Gray Men aboard the flagship looked the same!
"...Run!"
"Run!!!"
The fleet commander's trembling, shrill cries rang through the command center. "Enter Curvature Navigation immediately!"
"Commander, the gravity generator needs thirty seconds to start!"
"How much time do we have left?!" the commander demanded, his body shaking violently and his face filled with terror!
"...Ten