However, Steel Dome's "notification letter" was just the beginning of the chaos.

After the news of the loss of contact with Gombe came, more red windows kept popping up, and almost every one of them brought unfortunate news.

The number of people in the parliament hall doubled, and the lawmakers were discussing the plan even faster than the alarm came.

Even at such a critical moment, fierce arguments are still breaking out among these congressmen. Every rescue bill will be questioned from various angles, and reaching a consensus is almost a fantasy.

Some were anxious, while others stood by and watched, simply because the planet where his family's business was located was not seriously affected. One company representative refused to provide support because he couldn't afford the huge fuel costs.

The bald man's eyes were bloodshot, and he slumped down in the chair behind him. The glaring red made it difficult for him to breathe and almost crushed him.

When did these alien insects... these rare interstellar remnants lurking on these planets?

How long had such a massive Zerg population been lurking? Hundreds of years? Thousands of years? Why had no one discovered them for so long?

Since the birth of the Tianren civilization, they have developed smoothly for more than two thousand years.

Over the past two thousand years, they have colonized planets, explored galaxies, and explored the sea of ​​stars. They have traveled across the sky in spaceships built with advanced technology and have long regarded themselves as the masters of this universe.

They have a high opinion of themselves and look down on everything else, and have already set their sights on the end of the universe.

But when they looked back, they found that their fleet couldn't even defeat a group of insects.

Independent companies, a cumbersome military system, slow-developing inter-departmental communications, and parliamentarians with different opinions...

A variety of complex reasons have come together to create this desperate chaos.

"It's time... to let go, Prime Minister." The old man patted the bald man's shoulder again. "You and I both anticipated this disaster for the Alliance, didn't we? It's just that this insect plague... brought it forward a bit."

The smile on the old man's face gradually disappeared, and his eyes became dull.

The bald Prime Minister glanced at him and used both hands to push himself up from the chair.

The red light was still flashing, and everyone present focused their attention on him.

Someone also stood up, shouting something, as if to oppose the motion he was about to propose.

But he could no longer hear them, or rather he ignored them.

Everyone present looked at his red eyes, which were filled with pain, helplessness, and a barely perceptible trace of compassion.

"Everyone," the Prime Minister said in a trembling voice, "the Allied fleet is limited. We are no longer able to provide assistance to all planets. It's time to make a decision."