Brother, just how powerful is our family?

The moment the alarm sounded, everyone on the bridge of the Conqueror 001 felt a chill run down their spines and straight to their heads.

It's not a physical chill.

It's instinct.

It's the instinct humans had when facing saber-toothed tigers 300,000 years ago on the African savanna.

The duty commander of the bridge command group, a man who had never made a mistake in five years of sailing, jumped up from his seat within 0.1 seconds of the alarm sounding.

His gaze was fixed intently on the holographic screen.

On the screen, the previously unchanging gravity sensor image was now flashing red wildly.

red.

It represents a threat.

It represents danger.

represent--

death.

"data!"

His voice wasn't loud, but the suppressed urgency beneath his calm made everyone involuntarily quicken their movements.

"A swarm of bullets! A massive swarm of bullets!" the duty leader of the information reconnaissance team practically roared. "Approximately two light-minutes away, the number... is uncountable! At 0.5 times the speed of light! Heading straight at us!"

Two lights separate.

The distance light travels in two minutes.

The projectile, traveling at 0.5 times the speed of light, will collide with the fleet in four minutes from the moment it is detected.

Four minutes.

Two hundred and forty seconds.

"All fleets—disengage from warp drive!"

The moment the order was given, twenty-four Conqueror-class capital ships, along with more than a hundred auxiliary vessels, simultaneously broke free from the warp bubble.

The feeling is like a car speeding along a highway, suddenly slamming on the brakes.

But no one has time to feel that discomfort.

Because everyone was hearing the same voice—

alarm.

A piercing, incessant, and life-threatening alarm.

Inside the Conqueror 001, countless figures were running wildly.

He wore the black individual combat uniform almost every time during the five-year voyage.

At this moment, the soldiers in the rest area, entertainment area, planting area, and logistics service section are sprinting towards their respective battle positions at the extreme speed optimized by their genes.

A body with a lifespan of 30,000 years unleashed astonishing potential at this moment.

In the corridor, the black figure flashed by like a black lightning bolt.

Not enough elevators? Then take the emergency exit.

Emergency exits too slow? Then just jump! Leap from the height of a three-story building, bend your knees slightly upon landing to absorb the impact, and then continue running.

Thirty seconds.

In just thirty seconds, the first batch of soldiers had rushed to their respective battle positions.

Within a minute, 80% of the positions were ready.

Within two minutes, all positions were ready.

This included soldiers who were still in the logistics service section, just getting out of bed. They rushed out in their combat uniforms without even having time to tidy themselves up.

Three and a half million people were all in position within two minutes of the alarm sounding.

This is the result of five years of training.

This is the quality of the Yanhuang civilization's star warriors.

"Force Field Shield, Full Power Activation!"

Qin Zhanjun's voice was simultaneously transmitted to the bridge of every warship via the quantum communication system.

He was the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force and one of Qin Feng's most trusted cyborgs.

During the five-year voyage, he rarely gave direct orders because he trusted that the commanders of each warship could do their jobs well.

But now, he has to take command personally.

Because this is not training.

This is a real battle.

Twenty-four Conqueror-class ships, along with over a hundred auxiliary vessels, simultaneously activated their force field shields.

It was a force field invisible to the naked eye, powered by the ship's onboard reactor, forming a distorted space around the warship.

Any object entering this force field will have its trajectory deflected, just like a stone in a stream will cause the stream to flow around it.

However, force field shields are not a panacea.

It can deflect objects with a certain mass.

But those incoming bullets—

Each one weighs 500 tons.

Each one travels at 0.5 times the speed of light.

Each one carries enough kinetic energy to destroy a city.

How much can a force field shield deflect such a projectile?

Nobody knows.

But soon, they will find out.

The first batch of projectiles entered a range of one million kilometers.

That's the effective range of the laser defense array.

"Laser array, autonomous interception!"

The moment the order was given, all 288,000 laser turrets on the 24 Conqueror-class capital ships opened fire simultaneously.

Lasers are invisible in a vacuum.

But everyone could "see" that scene: on the holographic screen, the dots of light representing the incoming projectiles were extinguishing at a visible speed.

One. Ten. One hundred. One thousand.

The laser turret has an output power of 500 megawatts, enough to heat any metal to tens of thousands of degrees in an instant.

A 500-ton projectile would be completely vaporized in just a fraction of a second under such high-temperature laser irradiation.

But the problem is—

Too many bullets.

And it's too fast.

At 0.5 times the speed of light, it takes less than seven seconds from entering the laser's range to hitting the warship.

Seven seconds.

The laser turret must complete countless times within seven seconds to aim, lock, fire, aim again, lock again, fire again...

The ship's main computer is operating at full capacity.

Each laser turret, aided by the ship's mainframe, precisely calculates the trajectory of every incoming projectile and then fires at the most opportune moment.

One bullet was destroyed.

Two were destroyed.

Ten were destroyed.

One hundred were destroyed.

But more bullets are on their way.

The laser turret's cooling system has started to alarm, and the continuous high power output is causing the turret's temperature to rise sharply.

But no one ordered it to stop.

Because once it stops, those projectiles will crash into it.

The first batch of projectiles that were not destroyed by the laser entered the effective range of the force field shield.

That's the direction of Conqueror 003.

Twenty-three projectiles struck the force field shield almost simultaneously.

The deflection effect of the force field shield was on full display at this moment. Nineteen of the twenty-three projectiles were successfully deflected, tracing an arc as they swept past the side of the warship.

But there are still four that were not deflected.

It's not that the force field shield isn't strong enough.

Rather, the angle of incidence of those four projectiles was precisely the weakest point of the force field shield.

Four 500-ton projectiles, traveling at 0.5 times the speed of light, headed straight for Conqueror 003.

"Close-in weapon system! Full power!"

On the bridge of Conqueror 003, the commander's roar almost tore his throat apart.

Those close-in defense weapons prepared for any stragglers in the laser array—small electromagnetic guns, rapid-fire laser cannons, and Phalanx CIWS—all opened fire.

A bullet was hit and exploded in mid-air.

The two were hit and shattered into countless fragments.