The war was over.
As the flames of the explosions gradually faded, the young stellar system returned to its former tranquility.
Countless wrecked warships drifted slowly through the stellar system, as though recounting the blood and tears of the war.
The Bosa Fleet had been annihilated.
But apart from vast quantities of antimatter and warship wreckage, they had left humanity nothing.
Warp Drives, Antimatter Cannons... every critical area had been rigged with Antimatter Bombs, and the explosions had left almost nothing behind.
As for human civilization... although it had won the war, it had paid an enormous price.
More than half the Golden Crow fleet had been lost, and the Light Satellite One Planetary Fortress was nearly beyond repair, to say nothing of the various weapons and equipment.
Even the Dimensional Strike Ships had been reduced to a mere thirty.
"Ah."
Aboard the Earth, in Lü Yongchang's office.
Lü Yongchang looked at the data in the Holographic Projection and sighed softly.
"Who knows how long it will take us to return to our prewar state?"
Sitting beside him, Zhao Zijie shook his head bitterly. "Professor, we don't have time to develop."
"Have you forgotten what the Bosa said?"
"The Cleaners Civilization may well send more vassal civilizations to the Gliese 555 Stellar System."
Lü Yongchang nodded gravely.
"Of course I know that."
"I suggest we leave as soon as possible." Zhao Zijie drew a deep breath and said solemnly, "The Gliese 555 Stellar System is too dangerous. We must leave immediately and find another safe haven."
"Only by leaving Gliese 555 will we have any chance of survival!"
Lü Yongchang slowly closed his eyes and sighed again. "I'm afraid it won't be that simple."
"According to the Bosa Civilization, the Cleaners Civilization has quite a few vassal civilizations under