The middle-aged staff officer looked at the dim gray ice giant, his expression grave.
"From this Kona Satellite to the extremely cold Tenth Planet at the edge of the galaxy, there are a full ten billion kilometers of terrifying deep space..."
"And our fastest new-type warships currently in service can only reach six percent of the speed of light."
"Even the Kona Civilization's warships can only reach ten percent of the speed of light."
"If we fly there by spaceship, including acceleration and deceleration, the army would need at least ten days to reach the Tenth Planet. By then, it would be far too late."
Zheng Jinren stared at the blinking red dot at the edge of the star chart and said gravely,
"What's even more fatal isn't our speed. It's the communications delay."
Everyone present suddenly understood.
After the deep-space probes captured a signal and relayed it back through the quantum relays, even at the speed of light, crossing ten billion kilometers would take over nine full hours.
Judging by the Demon Clan's past pattern of constructing wormholes, three to four hours would be enough for the passage to stabilize completely.
In other words, the Demon Clan had already finished constructing the wormhole nine hours ago, Earth time.
Their vanguard might even have finished assembling on the Tenth Planet Permafrost at this very second, ready to attack.
A young staff officer scratched his head, unable to keep himself from asking,
"Commander Zheng, this doesn't make sense."
"The Tenth Planet fell and became Demon Clan territory a hundred years ago. They already have several wormholes there for transporting troops. Why would they pay the price to tear open another one?"
Zheng Jinren nodded thoughtfully.
He watched the churning energy vortex, lightly tapping his knuckles on the table.
"If they're opening