A few minutes earlier.
Inside the Cleaners' White Dwarf Fortress.
[9436] gazed mockingly at the civilization seed ships sitting motionless on the screen and delivered a scathing verdict on Human Civilization's actions:
"They don't know their own limits."
A faint smile also appeared on its companion [9435]'s face.
"I wonder what other tricks this Enroget Civilization has left."
[9436] checked the four-dimensional shield's operating status again and waved its tentacles. "Probably none."
"Still, their strength really does surpass that of most level six civilizations."
"No wonder the Herders in the Milky Way Galaxy suffered such a crushing defeat. Forget the Milky Way Galaxy-even the Herders in the Andromeda Galaxy probably wouldn't fare much better against this Enroget Civilization."
"Probably only the Herders in the central regions..."
"...Wait!" Its companion [9435] suddenly raised its voice, cutting off [9436]'s rambling. "What are they trying to do?"
"What?"
Somewhat taken aback, [9436] turned toward its companion.
On the screen, the curvature missiles that had been darting everywhere had stopped their pointless maneuvers.
At the same time, the fleet began gradually adjusting its formation, and two exceptionally large warships slowly emerged from within it.
One glance was enough for it to roughly deduce their purposes-one was probably the Enroget Civilization's flagship, while the other, with its relatively unusual design, was likely a towing device for a micro-universe.
The towing device was crudely built, and its power output was very low.
After a rough calculation, [9436] reached a conclusion: this towing device could, at most, pull a micro-universe one light-year in diameter.
It curled its lip, disdain showing in its eyes.
They call that a micro-universe?!
Under the influence of the spacetime trap, every warship's movements seemed exceptionally sluggish.
"They're probably preparing for a desperate last stand."
[9436] answered its companion's question with practiced ease.