At the border of the Enrojet Alliance.
Kisling silently watched the somewhat eerie imagery on the Tachyon Radar screen.
A member of the Enroget Civilization, he had already received word from the Command Center-the warships of Human Civilization possessed more advanced curvature drive technology.
Although he did not understand how they had achieved this, he could still draw one simple conclusion from the Tachyon Radar's complex data.
The opposing fleet was heading toward him in a long, orderly line.
In the image, the faint, densely packed peaks had almost overlapped with the border defenses-distance between the two sides: 0.1 light-years.
They were here!
"Damn it... They're fast. The defensive line hasn't even finished contracting yet..."
Kisling cursed under his breath.
So far, the defensive line spanning ten light-years had contracted by only 30%.
Simply put, a large number of warships were still on their way.
This was clearly no time to clash head-on with Human Civilization!
For precisely that reason, the Enrojet Alliance had not attacked first.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his complicated emotions, and gave an order. "Transmit a warning to the target fleet."
[Warning! This is the border of the Enrojet Alliance! Cease your incursion immediately!] [Unknown fleet, state your intentions immediately!] [...]
At this point, the Enrojet Alliance could only hope that Human Civilization would halt its advance and sit down to negotiate.
If the other side was willing to see reason, the two civilizations could argue back and forth long enough for the Alliance's defensive line to finish contracting.
But events did not unfold as he had expected.
The instant the tachyon message was sent, a shrill alarm rang out.
Countless extremely intense peaks abruptly appeared on the previously calm Tachyon Radar!
Kisling's breath caught.
A moment later, he let out a