"Commander!"
"The Curvature Bombs detonated successfully!"
"Damage inflicted... almost zero."
Throughout the Bosa Fleet, every Giant Stick Insect's expression darkened.
Especially the Bosa Commander.
He stared at the scene before him in utter disbelief.
"Impossible!!"
"That's impossible!!"
He waved the two pairs of forelimbs on his chest unconsciously, murmuring, "The Lord said no level four civilization could withstand curvature weapons!"
"What if..." One Giant Stick Insect hesitantly uttered a few syllables. "The Lord..."
"Impossible!"
The Bosa Commander spun around, glaring viciously at the crew member before him. "The Lord would never make a mistake!"
"The problem must lie with Human Civilization!"
Faced with the commander's murderous gaze and constantly writhing mouthparts, the crew member who had spoken hastily clamped his own mouthparts shut.
Seeing this, the Bosa Commander let out a forceful breath.
Then he turned back, glaring savagely at the Human Fleet on the Probe's display.
"Commander, the Human Fleet has accelerated."
A crew member's report broke the strange atmosphere in the command room. "They're trying to close the distance to weaken the effects of the Curvature Bombs!"
A trace of bloodshot red now colored the Bosa Commander's eyes as he barked, "Keep firing Curvature Bombs!"
"All ships, continue advancing!"
"C-Commander?" Confusion flickered in the eyes of the Giant Stick Insect who had delivered the report.
In his view, their best move now was to put as much distance as possible between themselves and the enemy ships, relying on the power of the Curvature Bombs to steadily weaken the enemy.
The battle would take longer, but it was a relatively safe approach.
The red in the Bosa Commander's eyes deepened, and his voice grew shriller. "I said, continue advancing!"
"If we want to earn the Lord's attention, we must win decisively!"
"Think of the Grace Ceremony!"
"Whether the Bosa