After one Thermal Ray swept past, the colossus fired a second one. Its four mechanical legs moved in unison. Under normal circumstances, such an enormous war machine would inevitably lack mobility, but the colossus's agility surpassed the Winged People's imagination.
The starport was built in a desert on Wing Star. The desert covered roughly more than seven hundred thousand square kilometers, while the starport itself occupied one hundred thousand square kilometers. It housed over a million spacecraft and one hundred thousand propulsion launchers—nearly the entirety of Wing Star's assets.
It seemed the Winged Person civilization had not only begun preparing for migration in the past year or two.
The colossus moved at high speed while continuously unleashing Thermal Rays. The surrounding buildings crumbled at the slightest touch. Within minutes, the largest starport complex on Winged Person Star was riddled with holes. Hundreds of thousands of evacuation ships were completely scrapped, and nearly half the starport had been destroyed.
Worse still, two more colossi stepped out of the Time-Space Navigation Route. The Winged Person Head of State turned deathly pale. "Quick! Activate every intact propulsion launcher and get all ships airborne! Forget priorities—get out as many as you can!"
"Where is the military? Why haven't they arrived yet?!"
The Winged Person Head of State pulled out his communicator, called the control center, and shouted like a madman.
"Reporting to the Head of State, this is terrible! A strange magnetic field has caused all our operating systems to malfunction. The magnetic field originated from the center of the starport and is spreading across the planet at extreme speed. In six minutes, all electromagnetic equipment on Wing Star is expected to be paralyzed. Every one of our warships will have to take off manually!"
"Then take off manually!"
The Winged Person Head of