We've come to the enemy's side.

Just as the 48 space warships of the Malka race reached the edge of the planet, less than 10,000 kilometers away.

On the command ship: "Reporting to the commander, no potential danger has been detected."

"Currently, the enemy only has some satellites and orbital cannons deployed in space, a small number of space fighters, and some war fortresses."

Upon hearing his subordinate's report, the commander frowned.

Logically, those who could conquer this planet should have the ability to travel between stars.

Why were no enemy spaceships or spacecraft detected?

"Expand the search area and ensure the safety of the fleet."

"Yes, Commander."

Just after I finished speaking.

The ship's alarm system suddenly began flashing amidst dazzling red lights and piercing alarms.

"Warning! Warning! Warning!" Multiple warships have been detected launching various energy attacks at our position. Our shields are currently under heavy attack!

The commander's face turned deathly pale instantly. "What's going on? Where did the enemy warships come from?!" Before he could finish speaking, the ship began to shake violently, and everyone lost their footing and fell to the ground.

It turns out that the enemy's warships had been hiding in the planet's gravitational field, using gravity to interfere with the Malka race's detection system.

At this moment, countless enemy warships appeared like ghosts, and laser beams and energy cannons rained down upon them.

The Malka tribe's shield gleamed, appearing precarious.

"Initiate a counterattack! Concentrate firepower on the enemy command ship!" the commander roared hoarsely.

The warships quickly adjusted their tactics, but the enemy's firepower was too fierce, and the Malka fleet was forced into a passive defensive situation.

Warships were hit one after another, and the flashes of fire from the explosions were particularly glaring in the dark universe.

"Report: The Seventh Fleet has been completely annihilated."

"Report: The Third Fleet has been completely annihilated."

In an instant, the warships of two of their fleets were reduced to cosmic dust by the enemy's attack.

"Counterattack! Counterattack! Counterattack!"

"Weapon systems are firing at full capacity."

The commander couldn't worry about anything else; if they couldn't annihilate the enemy at this moment...

The entire Malka tribe is about to perish here.

"Received, weapon system charging."

"Warning, warning, warning."

No enemy presence detected.

At this point, the system issued another warning.

"???"

The three question marks are the only thing that can express everyone's feelings at this moment.

I've been bombarded by the enemy, and you're telling me you haven't spotted them yet?

If you can't spot the enemy, can't you deduce their hiding place from the trajectory of the shells?

Unfortunately, he was still only given system prompts; the system could not pinpoint the other party or make any deductions about them.

"·······"

"Commander, let's retreat!"

At this point, their energy shields were also in grave danger.

If they don't run, their flagship might be reduced to dust by the enemy's attack in the next second.

The commander, his face grim, gazed at the starry sky as he received permission to proceed.

I'm not reconciled, I'm really not reconciled.

The Malka people were defeated in the war.

They abandoned their original homes.

They finally found a foothold on the enemy's side.

Now it has been occupied by someone else.

When they found out, they were both surprised and angry.

They directly led the remaining 30% of their forces to prepare for an attack.

But to everyone's surprise, they didn't even see the enemy's face.

They lost 20 percent of their strength.

"Report, the enemy's firepower is too intense."

"Our ordinary ships' energy shields can't stop it."

While the commander remained silent, they lost several more ships to enemy attacks.

"Retreat! Retreat! Complete retreat!"

Left with no other option, the commander had to shout into the communications system.

Upon hearing the order to retreat, the soldiers on the remaining ships breathed a sigh of relief.

They were not afraid of fighting, but they were faced with this unknown enemy.

You can't even see the enemy; you can only passively take the beating.

This is a war that no one wants to experience.

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Just as the Malka tribe was retreating, their ships had already changed course.

On our mother's side, aboard the Pangu flagship, in the command cabin.

A look of astonishment appeared on everyone's faces.

"No, are the enemies really that weak?"

"Aren't they supposed to be some advanced alien civilization? How come they shattered at the slightest touch!"

Although my mother has now been exposed to space, she still maintains a sense of awe towards the ancient forces that exist in space.

There's nothing I can do; I've never seen this before.

They are in awe of the other side's strength, not afraid of war.

Rather, they fear being unable to defeat the other side, and that the other side would occupy the country they are supposed to protect.

They have brothers, sisters, parents and other family members living here.

So before the war, they were afraid, but they also needed to face it bravely.

After the war began, the fear on everyone's faces and in their hearts disappeared.

That's it?

That's it?

That's it?

I was on high alert, and this is all you've got?

I've only just fired one round of artillery fire!

We beat you so badly you had to run away?

"Commander-in-Chief, the enemy is fleeing!"

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