Star Fleet, Starting with Datafication

"The industrial sector will allocate five percent of its production capacity to manufacture ultra-large-scale antimatter bombs and antimatter diffusers!"

"......"

The Starlight Federation's central command is extremely busy, with trillions of military personnel being deployed. Even a level seven civilization, which can achieve its goals in an instant, needs a central office space.

It also requires the assistance of a central optical computer.

Level VI civilizations have experienced machine crises, and Level VII civilizations generally restrict the freedom of intelligence.

Of course, banning it is impossible. Advanced civilizations are not stupid. Without intelligent data technology, most technological civilizations will find it extremely difficult to make further progress.

Naya stood before the enormous three-dimensional virtual star map, gazing at the darkness surrounding the territory, her expression calm but her heart filled with immense sorrow.

Behind the Federation lies a vast, empty starry sky spanning billions of light-years. Even a Level 7 civilization could surpass the speed of light using space technology without relying on the Celestial Realm.

Billions of light-years would take a hundred years, although a hundred years is only a very short time for citizens of advanced civilizations.

However, the number of citizens that can be taken away is not large, not to mention that faster-than-light travel driven by space technology will definitely cause the citizens to be disturbed by the macroscopic celestial environment.

The powerful members of the Federation and those who entered a few isolation pods were unharmed, but most other citizens were corrupted into Twisted Ones!

Even if citizens of advanced civilizations are essentially humanoid weapons in lower civilizations, with long lifespans, it's all the same to the macrocosm of the celestial realm.

They are all ordinary, mundane things.

Therefore, the Federation is left with only one path: either travel through the universe at 99.9% of the speed of light for billions of years in the hope of being discovered by other civilizations and taken back.

Either create a very small fleet of sparks sufficient to isolate the macro-level celestial environment from interference, and send away only a very small number of genetic citizens from all walks of life.

Clearly, the federal government chose the latter.

Billions of years is far too long for a Level 7 civilization, with a survival rate of less than one in a million.

The latter can at least guarantee the continuation of the federation. As for whether it will eventually become a vassal of a certain civilization or be destroyed along the way, that is not something to consider now.

Naya looked up; the darkness in front of the star map was different from the empty starry sky.

It was a thick, black patch, like graffiti, that seemed to have swallowed up a large part of the star map.

And this strange black spot is still expanding and spreading.

"Pitch-black fog!" Naya gritted her teeth.

Decades ago, the sudden appearance of the pitch-black fog went unnoticed; it simply appeared abruptly in the territory of the Star Federation, which was the center of the star cluster.

It cannot even devour a planet or its mountains.

No one expected that it would expand to the point of swallowing several galaxies in just a few hours.

Federal scientists, in collaboration with scientists from several other Level 7 civilizations, have conducted extensive research but have yet to find any way to limit or break through this limitation.

No weapon can destroy it; only antimatter can slightly slow its rate of consumption.

It reduces the rate at which it devours things by about 0.5%, and this effect only lasts for a few hours.

Shanbo watched Naya's retreating figure and sighed helplessly.

As the head of the Federation, Naya's child and husband were also swallowed by darkness, yet Naya could not afford to be complacent.

They don't even have many opportunities to vent their emotions and longing; they can only keep running around and busy every day.

If it weren't for the superior physical abilities of humans from advanced civilizations, who could go years without rest without any problems, Naya would probably have died from overwork long ago.

Rumble!

Suddenly, an incredibly loud explosion erupted from the screen at the very center of the command hall.

In a vast area, black light waves, comparable to pitch-black fog but even purer, suddenly spread out, covering an area of ​​tens of light-years!

It forcefully resisted the advance of the surrounding dark mist, but only for a moment before the dark mist resumed its advance, albeit at a slightly slower pace.

That was once the fire-spark escort fleet of a certain level seven civilization, which used all its remaining resources to create a large number of antimatter bombs.

The attempt to resist the erosion of the black mist was clearly futile.

"How is the flame of the Tula civilization?" Naya paused for a moment, then suddenly asked.

Shanbo immediately replied, "It's all settled."

Naya nodded and remained silent, simply watching the approaching dark fog.

Time flies.

Because the fleet tainted by the dark substance took the initiative to attack, it seemed that the endless dark substance behind them was spreading at an increasingly rapid pace.

In just a few days, the dark fog had already crossed hundreds of thousands of light-years and was about to reach the territory of the Starlight Federation.

Naya couldn't help but recall the vague message that the will of civilization had conveyed to her some time ago: it had sent a distress signal to the macrocosmic celestial realm.

But... would the Macrocosmic Realm really care about the Starlight Federation, a mere seventh-level civilization?

[Alert! Alert! Enemy forces detected at the border]

Under the highest level of combat readiness, the commander of the defense zone can independently decide on operational orders.

The first to third war zones, which are the most central and largest in area, launched their attacks immediately.

As designated areas for engaging the enemy, the three major war zones will be the places that suffer the most intense attacks!

The mindless Black Legion will blindly attack everything in its path, and at least 60% of the Black Legion will attack the three major regions.

Intense beams of light and torrents of energy swept across the starry sky, bombarding the surface of the dark legion's warships.

Although the jet-black ship, which only has the outline of a warship, is endowed with extremely strong defense, it is not an absolute defense. As long as the attack power and density are high enough, it can still be defeated.

Therefore, at least tens of thousands of black ships were reduced to fragments in one attack, but the black ships' counterattack turned at least three times their size of starships into fireballs!

The silent shockwaves from the explosion spread outwards, and the cosmic high-frequency sound, which only those with highly optimized genes could hear, echoed all around.

Those were waves generated by higher-dimensional energy; those were the wails of planets and warships.

The battle between the two sides escalated rapidly, with intense light spears and energy storms rising and spreading.

"Our homes and families are behind us; we have nowhere left to retreat!"

The First War Zone Commander roared, controlling the massive fortress beneath him to roll forward, unleashing firepower from antimatter cannons that shouldn't exist in advanced civilization warfare.

The fierce battle lasted only three hours, and the massive cosmic war, characterized by a high casualty ratio and an asymmetrical scale of hostile forces, came to an end.

The first war zone, which was the first to penetrate the battlefield, was the first to collapse.

There were no miracles, no mercy from the enemy, and no empty talk.

Tens of millions of warships and hundreds of billions of federal citizens perished.

At the last moment, the commander of the First War Zone straightened his uniform and sat calmly in his command chair, watching the fortress being gradually eroded.

Facing endless darkness, all I see is tranquility.

beep!

A violent wave of antimatter light suddenly swept outwards from the core fortress.

The terrifying antimatter tide covered nearly half of the First War Zone.

For the first time, the pitch-black fog clearly halted its advance.

The screen next to Naya suddenly went blank, and then a line of blood-red text appeared.

The cold, mechanical sound echoed throughout the command hall.

The First War Zone was destroyed.

[Battle losses calculated: 448.5 billion... (total annihilation)]

[List of fallen soldiers completed]

"A string of...numbers..."

Appears in Chapter 236

The pitch-black fog rolled and spread throughout the universe, staining everything it touched, even the will itself.

Neither inanimate objects nor living things can escape the pollution of the pitch-black fog.

In a mysterious place, a grand and ancient aura permeates this mysterious space that exudes a dark golden light, surrounded by endless hazy golden mist.

A magnificent radiance, seemingly from nowhere, spread across this boundless space.

Countless enormous illusory platforms float in this mysterious land, upon which dwell terrifying beings beyond description!

Suddenly, a hazy golden mist rippled out, and a phantom figure emerged from it.

He stopped in front of a slightly more refined, empty platform, stared at it with his blurry eyes, shook his head helplessly, and then walked away.

The scene shifts, revealing a wisp of black mist still swirling around the exquisitely crafted stand, its smoke about to dissipate.

......

Four hundred billion warriors is a huge number that cannot be ignored, even for a level seven civilization.

Now, it's just a trivial number on the battle report panel...

Not only Naya, but the entire command hall and even the other war zone command posts fell silent, staring at the pitch-black fog that still hadn't started advancing again.

Shanbo remained silent, but eventually came to his senses.

He patted Naya on the shoulder, then gestured for her to turn on full-channel communication under her questioning gaze.

"Soldiers, I know you must be feeling lost right now..."

Upon hearing this voice, many soldiers' eyes lit up.

"Former leader Samuel!"

Although Naya was also very popular, she was ultimately only suited to be a leader in peacetime, since she had never experienced such a situation.

Shanbo was different; he had been the leader for thousands of years and had led the Federation in battles against enemies of equal caliber no less than a hundred times!

On several occasions, they were also in dire straits, so for the Federation soldiers, Shanbo was like a pillar of strength.

Shanbo continued, "The destruction of the First War Zone left everyone in despair."

I even wondered, if only antimatter can stop the dark catastrophe, why send people to their deaths? With the lives of over 400 billion comrades fading away in an instant, is there really any hope left?

Yes, over 400 billion is just a cold number on the battle damage board, and the quantum computer can record their names in an instant.