"Now, I am the commander of this fleet." Shaking her head, Amelia didn't care about Cabu's reaction and continued to order the intelligence officer to connect with the Pross fleet...
The atmosphere in the head cabin was a bit awkward, with nearly hundreds of military staff looking at each other, completely unable to interject.
A report came out about ten seconds later, the commander of the Pross fleet still refused to accept our communication request.
"Is that so..." With a casual glance at the virtual light screen, Amelia softly said, "Prepare for the space fortress to launch four attacks."
"Received."
"How much energy does the fortress have left?"
"Energy remains 36%, continuous collection ongoing, finished." Heavenly Communication transmitted the voices of the super-engineers of the space fortress, mixed with a hint of personal sentiment, "God bless those poor souls, hoping this is their last attack."