The surging beam attack had been going on for more than ten minutes, and the beam released by the Vulken people showed no signs of energy fading at this time, but was gradually increasing.

Compared to what looked like a terrifying stargate, the Vorken Pillar of Light was like a silver needle that shimmered with a brilliant luster. It plunged deep into the core of the stargate, making the already restless swirling nebula storm become more and more furious under the attack of the pillar of light.

The thick and solid interstellar matter in the vortex set off ripples under the influence of the light beam, with the center as the origin, spreading outward, forming a wave of churning trend. The original cloud-like core had begun to mutate at this time, spewing out more and more shocking chain electromagnetic lightning in all directions of the stargate.

Among the countless bolts of lightning, a super lightning bolt that was more than ten lightseconds long flashed through the group of ships assembled by the Vulkens at this time, and the star gate seemed to be a behemoth that could not be tortured, and it was carrying out strong resistance and counterattack towards the actual torturer, and a few seconds later, a series of violent explosions occurred inside the closely distributed Vulken fleet, and more than a dozen ships of different sizes spat flames into the vacuum, and then disappeared.

The beam remained the same as before, and did not diminish by this, and the Vulkenians seemed indifferent to the unexpected losses of their fleet. At this moment, Fazzani looked out the window at the rare vision of the stargate, and his heart was restless, the white light produced by the electromagnetic lightning and the aftermath of the other ship's ship made his face flicker and darken, as if it had been coated with a brilliant layer of oil paint. He was not pleased with the destruction of many of the ships of the Vulcans, but he suddenly felt a palpitation.

They knew that there was such a risk, and they had to make this decision only after clearly getting the declaration of war from the Silver Alliance, which shows that they must know what they are doing and are prepared!

"Your Excellency, Commander, Chief of Staff." Torris. Fotienne's face appeared from the tactical table at this time, and his always calm expression seemed to be a little nervous and flustered, but this subtle change in expression could only be distinguished at a glance by Fazzani, who had been with him for many years.

"The results of the modeling are already in." Fotian vs. Commander Sarah. Armstrong reported. "The injection of such an equivalent heat beam into the stargate will cause immeasurable changes in the ionic electromagnetic layer near the core, and once the upper limit of the established peak is breached, I am afraid that it will cause an even stronger chain reaction......"

"You're saying they really have the ability to destroy the Kuibenhammouf Stargate?" Sarah couldn't help but interrupt him, her face unconvinced.

"No, they can't, Your Excellency, Commander." Fotian quickly gave a negative answer. "But it can keep this stargate in a state where ships can't pass through it for a long time." He gave bad news before Sarah could breathe a sigh of relief.

"You should know that the entire stargate itself is formed by unimaginable electromagnetic energy, and its composition principle cannot be explained to this day, but because it is a complex composition of pure energy, in a certain amplitude and fluctuation range, theoretically speaking, there is a possibility of human intervention, and the Vorken people's concentrated beam is probably using this principle, they ......"

"Tell me something you can confirm, Major! And not to talk to us about some theory. Fazzani frowned, he had only been resigned to the emotional intelligence of this war staff officer.

Torris. Fotienne has an excellent IQ, a wide range of knowledge, and a professional and analytical ability that Fazzani knows is unparalleled. But smart enough to a certain extent has shortcomings, the only weakness of this black-skinned officer is that he does not understand the world, at this moment the star gate is already surging, and the command decision is even more difficult to make, everyone is burning their brows, but he is still trying to explain how the people of Walken do it.

"Chief of Staff, your question?" Fotien looked at Fazani with some trepidation.

"How long will it be before they can successfully 'close' the Stargate?" Fazzani used what he thought was the best way to describe the current predicament, and Sarah, who was sitting in the command chair, looked at him.

"I don't know, Chief of Staff, the details of our data model aren't accurate enough, and it needs to be ......," Foltian said with a sigh of relief.

"Give me a rough range, I want your vague judgment!" Fazani interrupted him impatiently.

"A moment, Chief of Staff, I mean maybe a few dozen minutes." Fotian hurriedly said.

"How long will it take for the closed Stargate to recover on its own?" Fazzani asked.

"I don't know, there's no way to judge, Chief of Staff......" Fortian, who was trying to give accurate feedback again, saw Fazzani's forced eyes, and quickly changed his words and said: "For a long time, I think...... Very long ......"

These Walken people...... What are they trying to do when they let us in, but they are blatantly closing the stargates to prevent more fleets from entering? Is it to lock this advance party in Bald for a trapped-beast fight?

In this strange and uninhabited alien land, the strange temper of the Walken people may allow us to fend for ourselves? What should be done then, so that the tens of thousands of officers and men of the Tenth Fleet can become a country of their own in this cage where they have no home to return to?

Fazani shuddered at the thought of this. And now, there is only one way to die! He suddenly had a bold plan in his mind at this moment, and he walked up to Sarah without hesitation, standing in front of her, staring into the other's eyes, and revealing his thoughts and thoughts.