Currently, in the war in the Lyra G16 Solar System, Tom has gained the absolute upper hand.
If he continues to fight thodically, Tom estimates that it will take no more than twenty years for the opponent’s fleet to collapse.
At that ti, he will be able to break through the defenses of the enemy’s main fleet, bring the hundreds of billions of people under his rule, and then, just like transforming the Bluetoth into the Bluetoth clan of Human Civilization, transform these intelligent beings into a race under Human Civilization, allowing them to contribute to his technological advancent!
"In this universe, even among legitimate intelligent civilizations, once war breaks out between different civilizations, it’s unlikely that prisoners will be taken.
After all, everyone’s physiological structure and living environnt are different, and their cultural backgrounds are completely dissimilar. Foreign prisoners cannot integrate into one’s own civilization system, so why take prisoners?
After interrogating for intelligence, executing all of them is the most reasonable course of action.
But I am different! After I capture you, you can still live well, and even have a better living environnt than before. However, don’t even think about existing as an independent civilization.
The na of your civilization will beco history.
As for whether you are willing or not, that is not important. As early as the mont you wantonly tried to intercept , you should have been ntally prepared for this!"
While maintaining strong military pressure on the enemy, Tom continued with massive industrial construction and production.
In addition to the production of conventional military supplies such as missiles, landmines, and warships, Tom was also producing other things.
These were extrely precise and complex machines.
So of them resembled a spaceship but lacked their own power, their interiors entirely composed of various complex equipnt, more like a workstation;
So resembled a particle collider, with long pipelines and even a separate nuclear fusion power station as an energy source, but they were larger than normal particle colliders, with lengths even reaching several hundred kiloters;
So were like a large square box, with side lengths reaching over 100 ters, and a single such box weighed over 1 million tons.
These machines were produced on the surface, so in space, so in strong magnetic fields, so in high-temperature environnts, and so on, too many to enurate.
These were all the equipnt Tom needed to release the Unified Force Field.
Previously, during his long interstellar voyage, Tom spent a long ti and finally managed to assemble one set. But this thing was disposable, because it had to be energy-overloaded to unleash its maximum power, and would be completely burned or blown up after one use.
Now, if he wanted to release the Unified Force Field again, he would have to build another set.
Yes, that’s right, even though he could defeat the opponent with conventional fleets by fighting thodically for no more than twenty years, Tom was too lazy to wait any longer.
Activating the Unified Force Field again, decisively defeating your fleet, capturing your civilization, and ending this battle sooner will allow to fully prepare for the chanical Disaster!
Compared to this legitimate intelligent civilization enemy in front of him, the chanical Disaster was Tom’s true major concern.
Unfortunately, the precision requirents for the Unified Force Field complete set of devices were too high and too complex; even with Tom’s industrial capabilities, production could only begin after he had enough clones, and the production process was extrely long.
As early as when the number of clones under his command climbed to 5 billion, Tom had already begun production of the Unified Force Field complete set. Now, eight or nine years have passed, and the production of this set is still only just over halfway complete.
Including later debugging and testing, it is estimated to take about 10 more years to truly complete.
This is also due to the significant increase in the maximum consciousness connection count at the current stage, and the extrely abundant resources within the solar system.
Back then, during his space voyage, Tom spent a full 100 years to produce this set of devices.
"Just wait ten more years. In ten years, it will be the day your civilization is erased from this universe!"
Ti continued to pass quietly.
While maintaining long-term suppression of the enemy, with his advantage growing, Tom noticed that the Havilah Civilization’s fleet began to show so other movents.
A relatively large-scale personnel evacuation operation began on the First Planet.
Under the desperate protection of nurous warships, a large number of passenger ships flew from the First Planet to the Third Planet. Along with the evacuation of personnel, the number of warships on the First Planet also decreased.
Finally, after another massive nuclear explosion covering the entire planet, all buildings and facilities on the First Planet were destroyed.
And the last Havilah fleet stationed on the First Planet successfully broke through after paying a heavy price, converging with the main fleet on the Third Planet.
Afterward, the main fleet lifted off, and all warships began to assemble.
Is this... an escape?
Tom was slightly surprised.
Escape? Can you escape?
From the mont the main fleet set sail, you were destined to lose the ability to acquire supplies from within the solar system. And, without supplies, coupled with my pursuit, harassnt, and interception, even if you can break through my defenses, how many resources will you have left?
That ironclad rule doesn’t just apply to ; it applies to your Havilah Civilization too!
Initially, Tom was sowhat uncertain.
But upon seeing that all the factories, cities, etc., belonging to the Havilah Civilization on the many moons of the Third Planet were completely destroyed by high-yield hydrogen bombs, leaving nothing behind, Tom finally confird it.
Although he didn’t know what the Havilah Civilization was planning, Tom imdiately responded.
At this mont, Tom’s total of approximately 3 million warships, except for a few still stationed on the Second Planet and used for space maneuvering, all converged on the Third Planet, encircling the Havilah Civilization’s main fleet.
Amidst intense crossfire, under the escort of approximately 600,000 Havilah warships and the protection of countless internal automated combat facilities, the Havilah main fleet began to accelerate slowly.
"Trying to run? Did you ask first!"
A cold sneer appeared on Tom’s lips.
With a thought, tens of millions of combat clones in the main combat control base on the Second Planet simultaneously manipulated millions of warships, launching the fiercest attack on the Havilah Civilization’s main fleet.
In an instant, the entire Third Planet gradually brightened due to the impact of the almost countless stray bullets.
Even though the Havilah fleet converged and charged with all its might, with every warship fighting desperately, its forward montum was still firmly blocked by Tom.
"Why did you intercept us back then! Why did you wantonly show malice towards us! Why did you stir up trouble for no reason!
Now, the tables have turned, and you want to leave? Dream on! Stay here! Your Havilah Civilization deserves its fate! You are destined to perish in this solar system!"
In this final operation, Tom did not forget to try to shake the enemy’s will to resist through broadcasting to the enemy.
But to Tom’s surprise, the Havilah Civilization actually responded to this.
"Your Human Civilization has long since perished! Why do you still exist!
Every civilization that encounters you humans tries to capture you. What wrong have we done!"
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