In the Command Hall, everyone stared at that number, forgetting even to breathe.
One thousand three hundred and sixty-two.
A staff officer's Adam's apple bobbed as he said:
"Are those... missiles?"
The person beside him shot to his feet.
"Yes! They're all missiles!"
On the screen, more than a thousand high-speed objects were cutting in from behind the Plasma Bug swarm.
Trailing exhaust flames so thin they were almost invisible, they formed layered attack formations in the dark universe, like a metal downpour crashing in from deep space.
Just then, another urgent report came from the communications station.
"Commander-in-Chief, we've received an external broadcast!"
"Source confirmed. It's the Kona Civilization!"
Han Niba's gaze sharpened, and he immediately said:
"Put it through."
The next second, a translated text message appeared on the right side of the main screen.
[To the Great Xia Civilization. This is Watcher of the Kona Civilization.]
[We have detected your engagement with the Demon Clan.]
[Based on projections from the current battlefield model, the amount of equipment you have deployed is insufficient to counter a large-scale Plasma Bug swarm.]
[Without external fire support, your landing zone's core facilities will suffer a devastating strike after three to five rounds of concentrated fire.]
[In the interests of driving out the Demon Clan and our shared strategic interests, we have launched our first wave of interceptor missiles.]
[Please hold on!]
Once they finished reading the message, the despair that had weighed over everyone immediately turned into hope.
"The Kona Civilization is supporting us!"
"Holy shit, over a thousand missiles! We're saved!"
"Hahahaha! There's always a way out!"
Light sprang into several staff officers' eyes at once.
This was not simply a matter of having another batch of missiles.
The key was that the Plasma Bug swarm had originally intended to