If it is still "themselves" who dominate the "United States of the Star Alliance", perhaps this war related to the survival of the "United States" will not be fought at all.

Failure means destruction.

This is not a war to lose control of a starfield, or to incur enormous losses.

In any other civilization, they will definitely think, think and think.

It's a pity that the most crucial people who dominate the "United States of the Star Alliance" are no longer "themselves".

Like Speaker Yuli of the Parliament, like the old man in the Utopian System's Line 5 communication base station who can stop this war at any time.

On the surface, they are still the same as they were.

But no one knew that in their heads, there was a parasitic bug.

In fact, even if they were to lie in the state-of-the-art medical cabin, with the technology and information of the "Star Alliance", they would not be able to find this parasitic worm at all.

At first, it may have been okay, but now these bugs have developed from parasitism to perfect fusion.

It has become a complete part of these people's brain tissue, and has managed to take control of their minds and consciousness.

There is no absolute camouflage and absolute perfect concealment, in fact, these "parasites" who have become part of the "Zerg" from some angles are not clear, and the corners of their mouths will always twitch a strange smile inexplicably.

Such a smile does not have any special significance.

In fact, it is just a slight twitch of the muscles produced by a reproductive nerve response as the "parasite" takes control of the host's consciousness and thinking.

It's just that no one knows this, neither anyone else can see or see the weird smile that twitches the corners of their mouths.

"This is the main ship of the Third Fleet Cluster Emperor, and I'm Admiral Franks."

"Hell, how are we going to fight?"

"Why is the Suicide Squad in the Second Fleet formation?"

"Why can an alien destroy a fleet cluster?"

"What do the information and intelligence departments do?"

No sooner had the council commissioner's message been sent than an angry voice rang out over the loudspeakers in the hall of the communications base station.

"Calm down, Franks."

"We know very little about alien civilizations, and we know almost nothing other than the limited information we get from Matthew."

"If we know that the behemoth that is likely to be the Alien Master, with the ability to destroy a fleet cluster, believe me, this battle may not be fought at all."

"The matter of the suicide squad, we believe that this should not be an accident, but what is going on, we still need to investigate."

"In my opinion, it may be that Gray has discovered that the ability of the suspected alien master beast is enough to destroy the Second Fleet cluster, so he resolutely gave this order, wanting to kill the alien beast with millions of black hole bombs."

"Calm down, Franks, it's useless for you to complain now."

"Star General" Barry hurriedly picked up the conversation.

But before he could say a few words, he was interrupted by an angry Franks.

"Clueless?"

"Parliament would dare to start this war without knowing almost anything about the enemy?"

"Well, as a soldier of the United Nations, I know that obedience is our first calling."

"So now, I wonder how this battle will continue?"

"The aliens are more maneuverable than we thought, and now they've stormed into the First Fleet cluster."

"What should we do with our 3rd and 4th Fleet clusters?"

"Rush forward and bomb me indiscriminately? Or stay where you are and wait for the Xenomorph army to destroy the First Fleet cluster before rushing at us? ”

Franks almost snarled and interrupted Barry's voice.

"Pay attention to your communications platform."

"The commissioner has given the order, and the Third and Fourth Fleet clusters will abandon their positions and immediately move closer to the Utopian system."

"We are ready to fight to the death against the invading alien army in the Utopian system."

Barry exclaimed.

"Abandoning the First Fleet cluster?"

After a brief silence, Franks asked in a trembling voice.

"You are a star general, what we can see, you can see."

"Franks, do you think the First Fleet cluster can be saved?"

Barry replied in a trembling voice, a look of pain on his face.

"Understood."

"Barry, I wonder if there's any news from the council?"

Franks' voice calmed down.

"It's too far away."

"The council must have received a debriefing by now, and as for how they will react, the message of the feedback may be delayed for a while."

Barry responded immediately.

"It's up to you, old friend."

"The Utopian system is ready for battle, and the Third and Fourth Fleet clusters are expected to be back in half an hour."

With that, Franken ended the connection.

"Stopped."

"The wormhole is closed, and there are no more alien teleportations."

Just as this conversation ended, a staff member suddenly shouted in surprise.

Everyone turned their heads to look at him, but the staff member had already synchronized the footage information he was watching to the largest light screen in the hall.

In the dark and empty space, a group of xenomorphs were flying towards the area where the "First Fleet Cluster" was located.

Behind them, the alien "wormholes" that were pouring out of them were gone, but they didn't know when they had disappeared.

"Can you estimate it?"

"From the beginning to the present, how many aliens have been teleported?"

"Star General" Barry was overjoyed and hurriedly asked loudly.

On another work platform, a female staff member of the "Celestial Star Clan" raised her head, but said uncertainly: "We can only estimate an approximate number, about two to three hundred million or so aliens have been teleported. ”

"Two to three hundred million?"

"Star General" Barry wanted to get angry, but considering that this statistical work was already complicated, he forcibly suppressed his anger.

"You have the right to stop the war at any time, but while the war is going on, how the battle should be fought, or are we up to us?"

Turning his head, Barry looked at the council commissioner.

His hand reached for the back of his waist again, this "star general" who has always had a good temper was also really angry this time, and if the commissioner's answer made him unhappy, Barry dared to guarantee that he would pull out a miniature high-energy gun and shoot him through the head.

"This is your business, and I have no right to interfere."

The old man looked at Barry calmly and nodded slightly.

With his hand removed from the handle of his gun, Barry looked at the information platform.

"Deliver my orders."

"After calculating the coordinates and positions, I want fifty percent of the suicide transports to rush to the First Fleet Cluster Front immediately."

"Two to three hundred million aliens, if they all rush into the First Fleet cluster, this time the raid of the suicide transport, I think maybe we can end this war early."