The light seeped through Leon's fingers, and the pile of light particles slammed desperately into the narrow crystal cavity, trying to break through the confinement of Leon's palm—but it was useless.

A year has passed outside the Black Domain, and less than a second has passed since the time inside the Black Domain.

In less than a second, Leon first teleported himself to space a few minutes away by migrating, and then created a strong gravitational source (which is really close to the sun, and if he directly created a black hole, the sun would be swallowed together), trying to drag the light particles out of their original orbits.

But the particles are not alone, and the cavity containing the particles can correct the course to a certain extent, which makes it necessary for Leon to stay where he is and maintain control of the gravitational source.

He was dragged in place by the light particles, so all kinds of offensive weapons that were flying towards the earth needed to be dealt with by the earth itself.

This is almost an inconceivable thing, knowing that even the fleets of the three empires themselves could not survive the bombardment of these artillery bombardments that had accumulated for a year, and they could only say the word "" before they were overwhelmed by endless attacks.

At this moment, Empress Xia gritted her teeth, and the Skrull War Lord's eyes widened, and even the supreme wisdom that did not reveal the joy and sorrow was subconsciously holding her breath - even though he was a big head in a glass can, and he had long since stopped using breathing, a luxurious and inefficient method of oxygen exchange.

Just as they deduced, in front of a top-level transcendent like Leon who rubbed a black hole with his bare hands, the Empire did not have much confidence to completely crush or even kill him - all the Empire had to do was to cleanse the Earth's ecosystem and destroy human civilization.

Once the strategic goal is accomplished, then no matter how painful the cost, it is acceptable.

In the panel of the faster-than-light monitoring device, countless rays of light went straight to Earth, and in the distance, Leon was still trying to control the stop light particles.

Everything looks so good, everything looks like it's playing out according to the script of the three empires.

Except for one thing that isn't in the script - fog.

To be precise, a cloud of smoke rising slowly from the bottom of the Earth's oceans.

The smoke doesn't say its color, it looks like a thin cloud of strange light,

Every microsecond, there are thousands of colors and tens of thousands of shapes, stirring and rolling in the clouds, just looking at it, it makes people want to vomit.

The smoke came from the ocean floor, expanded rapidly in a very short period of time, and soon surpassed the first cosmic velocity, wrapping itself around the Earth's low-Earth orbit plane like a fermented dough.

The whimsy of the accelerated world, combined with the infinite labor of the mechanical octopus, has laid a full layer of positional defensive weapons on the surface of low-earth orbit.

Tearing off their camouflage, these mostly barrel-shaped positional defensive weapons slowly awoke from their slumber, and in the cloud of eerie smoke, they aimed their guns at the enemy beyond the sky.

The readiness of the positional weapons did not affect the expansion rate of the smoke.

The smoke reaching the surface of near-Earth orbit did not slow down, and even increased again, and after 1.2 seconds, the smoke officially enveloped the moon.

Moon, this gray and barren moon without an atmosphere, has been responsible for attracting meteorite artillery fire for the earth for the past billions of years.

In that battle with Dormammu, the Moon was hollowed out, dragged out of Earth-Moon orbit, and almost disappeared as a wandering star, and such a tragic past did not change the fate of the Moon in the slightest.

As it was enveloped in smoke, the moon's metal-covered surface changed, and the towering ion propulsion tower collapsed downward, replaced by a massive cannon barrel that slowly rose from the moon's crust.

Millions of black, thick and long barrels cover the surface of the moon densely.

With the further modification of the mechanical octopus, this unfortunate satellite has been completely transformed into a fortress of war, and both the bright and dark sides of the moon are enough to elicit the visceral screams of the dense phobia.

The smoke is still expanding, and based on the information transmitted from the faster-than-light detection panel, it can be inferred that the smoke is expanding at a rate close to the speed of light.

The three empires also saw the clues, no matter how the "thing" expanded, its material distribution density did not seem to change, and the color of each area was still the same, full of treacherous and distorted colors.

"What the hell is that?!"

Someone questioned it.

However, before the intimate ship spirit could give an answer, the first batch of weapons that broke into the black domain collided with the smoke.

The photon torpedo passed through the smoke and exploded without warning, sending a huge ball of light into space like fireworks.

The antimatter missile passed through the smoke, and before it had time to show its hideous fangs, it inexplicably lost its power source,

As the tail engine erupts with bursts of fire like an asthma sufferer, the missile itself continues to float aimlessly like a dead coffin.

As for gravitational wave interferometry devices and ray bursts, they didn't go further in the smoke – the smoke produced a ripple shock visible to the naked eye, but soon the shock dissipated spontaneously.

There are no weapons capable of piercing through that unknown layer of mist.

All the Imperial soldiers looked at the screen in a daze, everything in front of them was silent and silent, but it revealed an extremely strange sense of contrast.

"We... Lost? ”

All means of attack failed, and the intuition in their hearts told the Imperial soldiers that it would be useless to continue firing artillery fire.

The hope of the race's rise, the continuation of the empire, and the efforts of the past year have all been wiped out in the face of that damn smoke.

Finally, when all the artillery fire in the black area was swallowed up, the smoke stopped expanding further, and it began to shrink rapidly, finalizing its shape, and finally taking on the appearance of ships.

Those ships, from the perspective of the three major empires, have no design aesthetics, and some external components are also patchwork, and the technology content is not high, at most close to some advanced civilizations in the galaxy.

The ships are all made of ethereal smoke and look like... Dead ghosts.

This is the First Fleet built by the Planetary Defense Council.

"The whole army retreated."

The voice of the Supreme Wisdom, full of reluctance, rang out over the communication broadcast, "Those things... is a quantum state probability cloud. ”

Li Ang harnessed the power of space, causing the light particles to gradually slow down between the square inches in the palm of his hand, and the light particles that had exited the state of light speed forward had lost their terrifying kinetic energy and could no longer cause any damage.

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He lightly crushed the crystal cavity where the light particles were stored, and moved thousands of miles away, standing side by side with the ghost fleet.

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