The next second, all forty-seven Plasma Bugs deep in orbit adjusted their positions at once.
In the footage relayed by the Sky Eye system, the enormous black-purple shapes no longer advanced in a scattered mass. Instead, they split into two staggered rows, front and rear, like a living wall closing ranks.
The front row faced the Kona Satellite Landing Zone, while the rear faced the dark cosmos, ready to fill in at any moment.
Worse still, blue light began gathering in the heads of both rows of Plasma Bugs.
Inside the Tianshu Command Center, the staff stations erupted.
"This is bad! They're forming a rotating array!"
"Once the front row fires, it shifts sideways, and the rear row immediately fills in. When the first row finishes cooling down, it rotates back."
"If the model is correct, they can turn each individual's twenty-minute attack interval into sustained bombardment every ten minutes!"
On the Main Screen, forty-seven energy curves rose simultaneously.
Points of blue light lit up one after another, forming a cold glow beyond the Kona Satellite's orbit, like a row of enormous eyes opening in the darkness of the deep sea.
Han Niba stared at that glow, his mind racing.
Against one Plasma Bug attacking every twenty minutes, Great Xia could still hold out with missiles and air defenses.
But with forty-seven Plasma Bugs taking turns firing, the Landing Zone would come under continuous targeted bombardment.
Once the hundreds of Plasma Bugs behind them finished assembling, what would Great Xia have to withstand them?
The Portals, the positions, the Unmanned Legion-all would be reduced to dust under orbital bombardment.
Just one failed interception would inflict major losses on Great Xia.
After several volleys, the steel wedge they had only just driven into the Kona Satellite might be uprooted entirely.
Han