The Bosa Fleet.
With countless warships taking turns absorbing damage and the laser interception arrays working nonstop,
the number of densely packed, seemingly endless probes outside the viewports finally began to dwindle.
Watching the dark, fathomless universe gradually emerge beyond the viewport, the Bosa Commander unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
Was Human Civilization finally running out of those damned probes?!
Was it finally their turn to strike back?!
At the thought, its body trembled slightly with excitement!
It had been utterly stifled all this time!
"All warships, prepare to counterattack!"
"Release..."
Before it could finish, it froze, staring blankly at the viewport beside it.
Beyond the viewport, through the gaps between the thinning probes, a faint blue point of light abruptly appeared in the distant darkness of space.
In just a few seconds, that faint blue point rapidly grew.
Countless tiny points of light filled its eyes.
The Bosa Commander's bamboo-pole-like body began to shake violently.
It was another wave of attacks!
"Defend!"
"Defend immediately!!"
Although it had no idea what those tiny blue lights in the distance were, the probes' earlier suicide attacks gave it a terrible suspicion.
As the tiny blue lights continued to approach their fleet, its active detection systems finally penetrated the dense swarm of self-destructing probes and identified what those blue lights really were.
"They're small drones!!"
A Bosa crew member cried out in terror, "Their surfaces are coated in high-temperature plasma!"
"The number of drones..."
The crew member suddenly fell silent.
"How many are there?!" the commander demanded sharply, its misgivings growing stronger.
"Th-the count has already exceeded fifty million, and it's rising rapidly..." The Bosa crew member could barely believe its eyes and muttered, "Sixty million-no, it's already over seventy million!"
"Assume defensive formation immediately!!" The Bosa Commander's breathing quickened. "Small starships