I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

The Star Beasts have arrived.

No one was given time to prepare.

The early warning signal from the Third Fleet's forward reconnaissance ship had just been transmitted back to the Third Fleet's main control room.

The next moment, the creeping darkness beneath the starry sky accelerated.

The entire Star Beast Tide erupted simultaneously—surging forward at a speed far exceeding expectations.

In Emperor Star City, Wang Wei returned to the shop that didn't rip off the poor.

Under the light, the situation on the front lines was crystal clear.

He poured himself a glass of wine, sat on the hover chair, and took a sip.

Everyone else in the First Empire entered the virtual network.

The virtual space network is synchronizing war information.

Coordinates: BJ01382

The first contact occurred 3,000 kilometers ahead of the Third Fleet's "0134 Squadron" defense line.

Four star-destroying warships opened fire simultaneously.

The beam of light from the main cannon cleaved through the darkness, drawing four straight, bright lines across the starry sky, piercing through the star beast charging at the forefront.

Many low-level star beasts were unable to make a sound before their bodies melted and evaporated in the energy beam, turning into fragments that scattered into the void.

But the star beasts that followed came one after another, surging in like a tsunami!

"Fire! Keep firing!"

The captain of 0134 detachment roared into the communications channel.

The secondary guns simultaneously fired a dense beam of light, pushing forward like a moving wall of fire.

But the wall of fire was smashed to pieces by the horde of beasts.

Endless star beasts, braving the firepower of the ship's cannons, instantly closed the distance with their overwhelming numbers!

"Squad formation, retreat and maintain firing distance!"

No sooner had the captain finished speaking than a violent tremor suddenly came from the flank of the fleet.

A satellite escort ship was hit by a star beast attack; its hull was torn apart, and its energy chamber exploded.

The entire ship exploded into a blinding incandescent ball of light in the starry sky, with debris flying everywhere and scalding alloy metal fragments grazing the armor of another warship next to it.

"Squadron 0134 has been confirmed to have lost one ship!"

The captain lost focus for a moment,

"alarm!"

The other warships simultaneously issued warnings.

A torrent of golden energy erupted from the beast tide, sweeping across the remaining warships.

"Squad 0134 completely wiped out"

The voices on the frontline soldiers' communication channels began to tremble.

In a single encounter, with almost no resistance, all four warships were destroyed.

Behind the fleet, countless people peered through the ship's windows, their eyes fixed on the beast tide beneath the starry sky and the four plumes of smoke.

All the starship operators instinctively pressed the launch button, silently aiming at the approaching torrent.

"Fire!"

The Star Beast Tide reached the attack range of another warship fleet.

"boom--"

Seconds later, the horde of beasts overwhelmed the battle line.

.......

Third Fleet Command, General Control Room.

A huge holographic star map covered the entire command room, with color blocks representing the enemy and our side constantly colliding, penetrating, and squeezing.

The crimson area representing the Star Beasts is eroding the Third Fleet's position at a visible rate, and the speed is increasing.

Zi Chen stood in front of the star map, his gaze fixed on the approaching red expanse directly in front of him.

His lips were pressed into a thin line, and the muscles in his jaw twitched slightly.

Several fleet staff officers stood nearby, all of them pale-faced.

"Report: Squad 0134 has been wiped out."

"Report: Squad 0133 has been wiped out."

"Report: Squad 0132 has been wiped out."

"Report: Squad 0131 has been wiped out."

The communicator kept ringing!

Zi Chen did not speak immediately.

He stared at the crimson color for one second, two seconds, three seconds.

"Support?" he finally spoke, his voice unusually calm. "Give them support, and then what?"

The staff officers remained silent.

Zi Chen turned around, his gaze sweeping over the dense clusters of light on the holographic star map—the entirety of the First Empire's Third Fleet.

Millions of starships, billions of soldiers.

In any era, this would be enough force to sweep across an entire galaxy.

But now, crimson is surging in from all directions on the star map, as if the entire starry sky is bleeding.

Zi Chen shifted his gaze from the star map.

"Pass the order. All frontline units—"

He paused, his voice not loud, but every word struck the cold air of the holographic room:

"Press it down."

The chief of staff's lips trembled, but he remained silent.

The communications officer's finger hovered above the send button, and trembled slightly.

"Lord Zichen, casualties at the front..."

"I know," Zi Chen interrupted him, her gaze returning to the star map. "We need to use them to gain strategic space!"

The communications officer pressed the send button.

The order was transmitted to the front-line combat units of the Third Fleet within a fraction of a second.

"Attention all squads. Headquarters order—press forward."

Thirteen seconds later, all the warships in the front-line squadron of the Third Fleet adjusted their engine direction at the same moment.

The blue propulsion light on the bow suddenly intensified, changing from a standstill to acceleration, from acceleration to a sprint, and from a sprint to a charge.

The entire fleet of tens of thousands of men on the front line began to advance.

Faced with an endless tide of beasts, the fleet did not retreat, but instead pressed forward.

Like an iron wall, it leans forward.

Before the beast tide, ten heavily armed fleets and thousands of warships fired their main guns simultaneously, the intensity of the fire making the starry sky as bright as if a newly born star had appeared.

The beams of light intertwined into a net, plowing through the front ranks of the beast horde and shattering millions of star beasts into pieces at point-blank range.

The number of Star Beasts seems to never decrease; the front row is cleared out, the back row is immediately filled in, then cleared out again, then filled in again.

"The heavy-armored squadron has suffered over 40% damage!"

"The second team takes over! Continue the advance!"

"The remnants of the first echelon retreated to the rear for reorganization—"

"No, the remnants of the first echelon will be incorporated into the second echelon's lines, and they will advance together."

Inside the Third Fleet headquarters, orders were repeatedly broadcast in a cold, mechanical voice.

The casualty figures kept jumping, refreshing, and accumulating at the edge of the star map.

However, none of the orders involved "retreating" or "stopping the advance".

On the front lines, the captain of a meteorite-class warship looked at the star map ahead and suddenly laughed.

The adjutant beside him stared blankly at him. His face, illuminated by the screen light, showed no fear, but rather an inexplicable composure.

"Captain?" the adjutant called to him.

The captain did not turn around, his gaze remaining fixed on the surging beast tide ahead.

"Have you calculated it?" he asked.

"What?"

"If the energy module on this ship were to explode, how many star beasts could it wipe out?"

The adjutant was stunned.

The captain finally turned to look at him, smiled, and said, "Don't be nervous, I was just saying it offhand."

He turned back and placed his hand on the launch button.

"Fire."

The warship's main guns fired again.

Within the virtual space, everyone in the First Empire stared intently at the war text broadcasts.

Tens of thousands of fleets charged forward, the massive fleet appearing like a small boat before the beast tide.

Everyone knew how it would end; some people had red eyes and were trembling uncontrollably.

"boom!"

Under the starry sky, a heavy warship self-destructed and disintegrated, blasting open a gap in its structure.

The remaining warships did not stop at all and rushed in.

Like rowing against the current, going against the tide.

The fleet, like a sharp sword, plunged into the beast tide.

Desperate and tragic.