The Third Fleet Commander inhaled sharply in shock, uttering the stunning number.
In truth, Midgardians did not breathe through their mouths, but it was precisely in the shock that the commander acted in disorder. The military man—a Midgardian who was barely middle-aged but had yellowed leaves all over his head—unwittingly clenched his fists and seethed quietly. "What is going on?! Why is their number six times more than last time?!"
"According to our observation, there had been a large-scale distortion signature around the Garden of Roots system," someone quickly answered. "Commander, it's a shapeshifting space-insect swarm!"
