These warships have a completely different design and feel from the ground equipment that humans have used before.
Due to the abundance of biomass materials and the use of psionic technology, these warships have fewer of the sharp, steely edges and more smooth, beautiful chamfers.
The color of each warship is different from every angle, and even from the same angle, it gives the impression that it is subtly changing.
Various spacecraft are shaped like shuttles, some are flatter or elliptical, and some resemble beautifully designed biomimetic structures. Some of the internal fighter jets have wings that overlap like sheets when they leave the spacecraft, and when they are far enough away, they will spread their wings like birds, which is very beautiful. At the same time, the fighter jets have unparalleled maneuverability whether in space or in the atmosphere.
The World Tree Starport is located far enough from Earth that the gravitational pull is not strong enough. The various warships are starting up slightly and gathering in space 20,000 kilometers outside the starport.
Each ship reported its situation to its assigned squadron one by one, making final data confirmations. Everyone was in a state of tension and excitement.
This voyage may take a long time to return to Earth, and even these most elite soldiers on Earth are prepared to sacrifice themselves, but no one will regret it.
Li Liwen squinted, wearing the most advanced intelligent bio-muscle captain's suit, his leg armor gripping the bridge floor tightly. Not to mention that the spaceship was not shaking now, even if it was violently turbulent, it would not affect him in the slightest.
Looking at the familiar yet young faces inside the cabin, you can see the passion in their eyes.
"People are fortunate to live in peacetime, but it's difficult for us soldiers to realize our value. I'm not a warmonger, but I won't deny that I crave battle..."
Li Liwen broadcast these words throughout the entire fleet, addressing not only himself but also the millions of soldiers aboard hundreds of starships and spaceships of all sizes.
"From now on, temporarily forget your identity as the Star Gods, forget where Earth is. The World Tree's mental shackles will ensure that even if you are captured, you won't be able to get anything out of you."
"From this moment forward, we are Protos, the Protos, a superior interstellar race searching for our creator in the universe."
After saying this, Li Liwen immediately gave the order to advance.
All the starships began to slowly accelerate; they were heading to the outside of the solar system for hyperspace travel.
Within a dozen seconds, all the spaceships accelerated directly to the third cosmic velocity, and the speed continued to increase.
In one minute and 20 seconds, the first starship left the solar system, followed by the fleet.
What is that?
Inside a small frigate ahead, a soldier was chatting with his comrades by the rear window. Modern starships can now fly and shuttle without the crew noticing anything unusual.
One of the brown-haired soldiers pointed to something in the distance that was clearly a technological creation. By the time his comrade turned around, the flying object had already been left behind and disappeared due to the ship's superior speed. However, his comrade still caught a glimpse of it and got a clear look through the magnified playback inside his interstellar naval tactical suit.
His comrade's expression suddenly became complicated. He looked at the brothers around him, often at the spaceship beneath his feet and the tactical biomass military uniforms on his body.
"That's Voyager 1!"
"Huh? What is Voyager 1?"
Some comrades had never heard of it, and most of the other comrades were also unaware of it; some might have only heard of one name.
Voyager 1 was a spacecraft launched by the United States decades ago in the old century. After completing most of its experimental missions and about to run out of fuel and leave the command range, it was ordered to move into outer space.
"It flew out of the solar system forty years ago."
"Forty years! That was the culmination of the most advanced technology on Earth at the time, and now we've caught up with it in just over an hour during the spacecraft's warm-up phase!"
Many people have seen Voyager 1; some recognize it, some don't. Some look it up through the tactical suit system, and many express their feelings.
'Attention, the spaceship is about to enter space travel mode. Please activate the tactical suit restraint function.'
An electronic voice came over the spaceship's loudspeaker, indicating that the entire fleet had reached its designated orbit.
'Jump in ten seconds, ten, nine, eight...'
As the countdown began, faint spots of light appeared around the spaceship, indicating that the psionic energy had been materialized due to the high-power operation of the psionic devices.
On the bridges of all spaceships, the controllers, while inputting star map beacons, also link their jump frequencies to the core flagship to ensure that no spaceship falls behind or goes to another star system.
"...Three, two, one."
Swish~
Various warships that had spread out and occupied a large part of the starry sky disappeared at the same time in an instant, and the people inside the spaceship could see that the surroundings were all colorful glass colors.
It even gave the eerie feeling that the spaceship was stationary.
...
In places countless distances from Earth, the struggle between the Alliance of Advanced Civilizations and the Aberrant Beings has never ceased.
What may seem like a short period of time to Earth is but a fleeting moment in the vast universe and interstellar space.
In this brilliantly civilized starry sky, there are sacrifices and injuries almost every day. In addition to the defeats and slaughters in direct confrontations, there are also many small-scale wars on the flanks where weaker civilizations are directly swallowed up by the aberrant creatures.
All civilizations know this is a quagmire, but none choose to leave, because there is still a place to stay in the quagmire. Once you leave this quagmire, there will be no one to share the dangers in the stagnant waters outside.
The Lolocs are a civilized race that can be sacrificed at any time on the flanks.
The Lolocs, with their large heads, are at most a low-to-mid-level civilization in this interstellar alliance. As an "interstellar miner" civilization, they need to mine various resources and minerals in the distant stars to supply the alliance's ever-growing industrial demand.
They need to exchange a large amount of resources for protection, and each mining industrial fleet can be as large as one-third of the total Lolock population.
Although advanced civilizations always have escort fleets to protect them, the number of warships they send is actually not large. If the aberrant creatures launch a large-scale attack, they won't be able to hold out for long.
More than 30 years ago, the entire mining fleet was wiped out, and the Lolock family has yet to recover the population lost.
Each mining operation lasts for several years, after which the entire Lolock family has five years to recover and recuperate, but each new mining operation is a farewell experience.
Onboard the industrial flagship Lolock 001, the crew was celebrating the end of their six-year mission. In just one more day, they would be able to return home.
The highly civilized soldiers in the more than one hundred warships assigned to protect them also relaxed considerably.
"This unlucky escort mission is finally coming to an end. We were picked with a one in a thousand chance. The captain's luck is as bad as ever."
"Hahaha, you should worry about what will happen when you get back. If your father finds out you just gambled away all your salary, he'll probably fly his private spaceship and crash it into you!"
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