The Enrojet Command Center.
This time, the command center was unusually quiet. Even the sound of breathing was barely audible.
A silver-white planet appeared motionless on the screen.
Through the high-definition cameras, everyone could clearly see the structures on its surface.
Massive cannons, pipelines, launch silos of unknown purpose, and all manner of facilities crisscrossed its surface, forming a layout that looked chaotic but was actually meticulously ordered.
The Alliance Leader stared blankly at the screen, struggling to release a breath he had held for far too long.
Was this...
The Human Fleet's reinforcement and trump card?
"A colossal warship built from a converted planet..."
He murmured, "Is that really possible...?"
The energy required just to move a planet must be astronomical, right?
Could this warship really fight?
The leader's mind was filled with confusion and doubt.
But the scene he had just witnessed kept reminding him that this converted planet was no mere showpiece-that had been a simultaneous attack from more than fifty thousand warships!
Under such intense bombardment, the silver-white planet had remained completely unscathed. Even the shield covering its surface had held!
He refused to believe that this warship, converted from a planet, was nothing more than a mobile damage sponge!
Suddenly, a powerful sense that something was wrong rose in the Alliance Leader's mind.
He frowned and studied the image on the screen even more closely.
"It isn't rotating!"
An elderly voice cried out beside him, putting his unease into words.
Yes.
This silver-white planet, 6,500 kilometers in diameter, was not rotating. Like a warship, it hovered motionless in the vastness of space.
"Human Civilization... forcibly stopped this planet's rotation?" the leader murmured again.
"No!" The elderly Enrojet Scientist stared at the sensor readings on the screen, his face pale.
He instinctively took a step back.