"L-Leader..."
Milo's shrill voice trembled slightly. "Th-this... it..."
"We..."
Overwhelmed by shock, Milo's thoughts descended into chaos, leaving him unable to form even a complete sentence.
After stammering for a long while, he finally managed to force out what was on his mind. "Leader, what should we do?"
Aldan's eye twitched sharply at the question.
One look at the fleet that had suddenly appeared told him they were not to be trifled with!
He reckoned they belonged to a powerful level four civilization!
The thought left Aldan feeling tight-chested and short of breath.
A level four civilization!
What should we do?
How was he, the leader of a mere level three civilization, supposed to know?!
"First..." Aldan struggled for so long that the fur all over his body puffed up considerably before he finally squeezed out a sentence. "Let's wait and see what they want to do."
With that, he silently studied the enormous fleet on the screen.
Flares and an assortment of ultra-high-powered searchlights illuminated the fleet's general outline.
Those staggering gamma ray fluctuations made it obvious that the ships carried antimatter engines.
Coupled with their elusive yet familiar manner of appearing, and those "evil" angles on the starships...
A suspicion that would terrify any panda suddenly arose in Aldan's mind.
"Fuck..."
"Surely not?"
"Huh?" Beside him, Milo blinked and looked in confusion at the leader he had always respected. "What did you say?"
"It was just one little probe... surely they wouldn't send such a huge fleet after us over that?!" Aldan sounded close to tears.
Wh-where the fuck could he even go to argue his case?
Milo blinked again, and his expression gradually began to change.
Clearly, he had understood what Aldan meant and realized where these enormous warships had come from.
"By [Zanka]..." Milo's eyes went