The crowded spectator seats were filled with generals standing up one after another.
They stared dazedly at the three Space Carriers splitting apart right before their eyes, dumbfounded as the black giant whale with no seams transformed into a school of piranhas spreading out in rows across the endless universe.
At this moment, any words to express their feelings seemed superfluous.
The silent, tail-end Flowing Lights were such a splendid and magnificent spectacle. They extended indefinitely amid the quiet cosmos, like a sea of light.
This scene was like a massive iron hammer, striking the hearts of the generals repeatedly, leaving them breathless.
"God!" Admiral Medina clenched his fists tightly, his eyes fixed on the screen.
"It's simply unbelievable!" Admiral Fries had already left his seat, running around the enclosing SkyNet screens, gazing up at the thirty-meter-high screen in awe at the battleships, his cheeks trembling with excitement.
