At someone's soft murmur of assent, Over Thirty Thousand Warships opened fire one after another.
Countless lasers, Plasma Cannons, and High-Energy Particle Cannons bombarded the Solar System.
Straight beams of light and pale blue trails of ionization, like countless fine threads, soon wove across this region of space, then lit it up.
These long-range attacks did not flash past as they usually did. They were more like the Musketeers of the Ancient Era, firing volley after volley, seemingly without a pause.
The furious bombardment continued for a long time. In its latter stages, even the Polyphase Nuclear Bombs rarely used in space warfare were hurled in by the hundreds of thousands.
This dim corner of the Universe remained illuminated. If life existed in other galaxy groups, perhaps tens of millions of years later, it would still be able to see this magnificent, spectacular sight.
Without question, the Solar System had never been this bright since it stabilized, nor had the energy within its space ever been so chaotic.
After twenty-seven minutes of Standard Time, this spectacular Fleet Salvo finally ended, and the Universe gradually settled.
This was the greatest total energy output per unit of time in the history of Human Civilization.
It far surpassed even the occasion when the Green Mountain Patriarch had arranged a fleet into the Green Mountain Sword Formation and blasted that planet apart.
More warships had participated this time, they were more advanced, and they had fired for longer.
Just one continuous round of fire had consumed twelve percent of the energy reserves of Over Thirty Thousand Warships.
After the attack ended, data returned by probes at the edge of the Solar System showed that the background temperature throughout this region of the Universe had risen by four degrees Celsius.
One could imagine just how