I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

Inside the mothership's bridge, a dark red light suddenly flickered.

This wasn't a light bulb malfunction; rather, the entire spaceship's energy system switched modes for a split second—from normal navigation mode to combat mode.

Energy is drawn from the engine and life support systems and injected entirely into the energy shield generator.

The snakeskin pattern on the bridge wall lit up the instant energy flowed, and a dark red light quickly traveled along the pattern.

"All ships, activate shields! Maximum power!"

The captain's voice burst forth from the depths of his throat, carrying a passionate roar that only appears in the face of life and death.

His horns gleamed coldly under the dim red light, his pupils shrank to almost imperceptible thin lines, and the surface of his dark red eyeballs was covered with fine blood vessels.

He placed his hand on the holographic projection table, his fingers naturally spread.

The adjutant's fingers slid rapidly across the data panel, and with each swipe, a new dot lit up on the projection table, representing the shield status feedback for the other twenty-nine spaceships.

The twenty-nine points of light successively changed from red to yellow, and then from yellow to green—the shield had been successfully activated, with sufficient energy reserves, theoretically capable of withstanding attacks from any weapon below the level of a level three civilization.

"Captain, all ship shields are activated. Our energy reserves are sufficient to sustain the shields for an extended period. Those weapons on Earth cannot possibly penetrate them—"

But he hadn't finished speaking.

The moment all the fleet's ships completed their space jump and the Japanese were sunk, Xiao Wan had already locked onto them with all his weapons.

Each particle cannon has locked onto its designated target, and each laser cannon has completed its final aiming and calibration.

All weapons fired simultaneously.

At the same moment, the particle cannons in the orbit of Blue Star fired the energy beams that had been accumulating for a long time.

At the same moment, the laser cannons on the lunar surface were also activated, and deep red beams shot towards the fleet from all parts of the moon, like dozens of sharp swords being drawn at the same time. The tips of the swords converged into a dazzling red spot at the location of the fleet.

The moment the attack began, the feeds of all television stations, video platforms, and social media live streams across the entire planet switched simultaneously.

This is the live broadcast ball controlled by Xiao Wan, which has connected to all signals.

The footage shows a space battlefield captured from multiple angles.

There are wide-angle shots taken from Earth's orbit, which can simultaneously show the energy beams fired by particle cannons and the position of the fleet.

There are telephoto lenses showing images taken from the lunar surface, with deep red lasers shooting from the moon into space.

There are also close-up shots taken from the "Eternal Falcon," where the space outside the front window is illuminated by beams of energy, so bright it looks as if someone has set off a sun in the universe.

The same image was also playing on the projection screen in the conference room.

A huge projection screen covered the entire wall, and the image was so clear that the trajectory of every energy beam and the flash of every explosion could be captured.

Everyone around the conference table stood up; it was a purely instinctive physical reaction.

No one could sit still and watch such a scene calmly.

Director Qin rested his hands on the table, his fingers spread wide.

The representative of the United States unconsciously pressed his hand to his chest; at that moment, his heart was beating much faster than usual.

The representative from the Northern Bear Kingdom clenched his fists, held them at his sides, his lips were tightly closed, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

In the center of the image, the fleet was engulfed by a blinding white light.

The energy beam from the particle cannon struck the shield of the first frigate, and a blue ripple immediately appeared on the surface of the shield, like the ripples caused by a pebble thrown into water, except that the ripples did not spread outward, but rather compressed inward.

The energy beam gathered on the shield's surface into a continuously shrinking spot of light, its edges tinged with a deep blue, while its center was a dazzling white, so bright it was almost blinding.

The laser cannon beams struck the same frigate simultaneously, the red and blue lights intertwining.

The shields of the first frigate successfully withstood the attack, but did not last long.

The shield was being consumed faster than the energy supply, and the energy bar was rapidly decreasing.

It gradually changed from green to yellow, then slowly from yellow to orange, and finally faded completely from orange to red.

Just as the energy bar fell into the red zone, the shield flickered and then disappeared completely.

Without the protection of its shields, the frigate's armor was as fragile as paper in the face of the particle cannon.

A beam of particles instantly pierced through the frigate's hull, running from bow to stern, leaving a circular hole with melted edges.

Immediately afterwards, a second, a third, a fourth—dozens of particle beams simultaneously penetrated the hull, and the interior of the frigate began to explode.

Flames erupted from the pierced holes, spreading silently in the vacuum, transforming into an ever-expanding fireball.

The entire frigate disintegrated.

It wasn't broken in two, but rather blasted to pieces.

Fragments of all sizes scattered in all directions.

Interspersed among the fragments were things that didn't belong to the spaceship—limbs, gray-black skin, curved horns, and dark yellow fangs.

They floated among the fragments, some still twitching slightly, some charred beyond recognition, some reduced to a mere finger or an eye. The eye was still open, the pupil still vertical, but it could no longer see anything.

The second, the third, the fourth... one after another, in less than a minute, the shields of the twenty-nine ships in the fleet were pierced by particle cannons and laser cannons, their armor was penetrated, and their energy cores were detonated.

The explosions lit up the sky one after another, as if someone had set off a giant string of firecrackers in space.

As the debris accumulated, it formed a massive cloud at the original location of the fleet, composed of metal fragments and limbs.

This cloud moved slowly in the vacuum, like a miniature galaxy, with gray, silver, and black fragments suspended among the dark red remnants, occasionally colliding.

However, one spaceship remained intact, silently hovering in the very center of that cloud of debris.

It is the mothership.

Its shield did not break.

It wasn't that it wasn't attacked, but rather that it successfully withstood the attack.

When the energy beam from the particle cannon struck its shield, the blue ripples were brighter than those of the destroyers, but the compressed spot of light did not appear at the center of the ripples.

The energy beam was evenly distributed across the entire surface by the shield, without causing localized overload.

The red light from the laser cannon flowed across the shield's surface like mercury rolling on glass, sliding towards the edge and dissipating into the void.

The adjutant's finger hovered above the data panel, his entire body frozen like a statue, completely still.

His eyes were wide open, his pupils shrinking to almost imperceptible thin lines, and the dark red surface of his eyeballs reflected the gradually disappearing light spots on the holographic projection platform.

"captain……"

The adjutant's voice seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat, thin and high-pitched, completely different from his usual deep and resonant voice, as if a different person was speaking.

The captain remained silent and did not respond.

He stared at the cloud of fragments on the holographic projection platform, his gaze sweeping over the floating metal debris and limbs.

His expression remained unchanged, his horns gleaming coldly under the dim red light.

The mothership's AI voice came through the loudspeakers, its tone calm and devoid of emotion: "Shield energy remaining at 73%. Enemy attack intensity has weakened, and their weapon energy is about to run out. Preliminary assessment indicates that the enemy's energy supply is insufficient to sustain a continuous attack. The threat level has been reduced to a safe range."

The captain's pupils, which had been contracting, slowly relaxed.

He first looked down at the gray dots on the holographic projection table, then looked up at the fragmented clouds outside the porthole.

His lips twitched slightly, revealing two rows of dark yellow fangs.

That wasn't laughter, but the sound of teeth unconsciously grinding together, like sandpaper scraping against metal, sharp and piercing, making one's teeth ache.

"Twenty-nine ships..."

"Our fleet, a total of twenty-nine ships and thousands of soldiers, are all gone."

His gaze shifted from the drifting debris clouds to the blue planet.

The blue star was still there, azure, slowly rotating, exactly the same as it had been a few minutes ago.

It looked so calm, so harmless, like a lowly civilization not worth paying attention to.

But it had just destroyed an entire fleet.

A primitive civilization, not even at level one, destroyed an interstellar fleet that was close to level four.

"The defense system of Earth is something that a low-level civilization could never build."

The vice-captain's voice trembled slightly, not out of mere fear.

Rather, it's the belated fear of possibly falling into a carefully designed trap.

"Particle cannons and laser cannons of this level are simply beyond the capabilities of a civilization that is not even at level one."

"Based on our previous detections, their technological level is still at the stage of using chemical fuel to propel rockets. How could they possibly possess such powerful space weapons?"

"This is a trap. It must be a snare set up here by some advanced civilization. They knew we were coming, deployed these weapons in advance, and then had the Earthlings press the launch button for them. We... have fallen for it."

The vice-captain became increasingly agitated as he spoke, his tone filled with certainty and fear. He seemed convinced of this conjecture, believing that only this could explain everything that was happening before his eyes.