Ten thousand Warships rested silently in an unoccupied region of the micro-universe.
The moment the level one combat readiness alert sounded, these Warships began baring their fangs like lions waking from slumber!
The hangar doors along their sides opened rapidly. Under Zero's control, Transport Ships and Engineering Ships carried vast quantities of supplies and robots to their assigned areas in orderly succession.
Refueling, replenishing weapons and ammunition, performing final inspections and maintenance on every module...
The once-peaceful micro-universe sprang into a frenzy of activity!
Meanwhile, large numbers of crew members were awakened from cryosleep and boarded shuttles bound for their assigned Warships.
Less than three days passed between the alarm sounding and the fleet completing its preparations for battle!
That might have seemed like a long time, but in a war between level six civilizations, three days was utterly negligible!
At the center of the micro-universe, in the Command Center aboard the Earth.
"Current distance: 1,000 light-years! They've entered the level two alert line!"
"Send them a tachyon communication request and a warning immediately!"
"Reporting! Tachyon messages successfully transmitted!"
"..."
Listening to the commands around him, Lü Yongchang raised a hand and rubbed his temple. With his eyes half closed, he sighed. "They're not coming in peace!"
"No." Beside him, Zhao Zijie's expression was grave. "We can now confirm they're coming for us."
"Their objective remains unclear."
"Based on our current intelligence, the spacetime fluctuations generated by our fleet's passage likely attracted their attention."
Lü Yongchang lowered his hand and slowly opened his eyes. After a moment's consideration, he asked the Holographic Projection beside him, "Have they responded?"
"No response of any kind has been received," the electronic synthesized voice promptly replied.
At that, Lü Yongchang glanced at the readings on the Tachyon Radar. "Not only have they ignored our