Third Planet, Havilah Civilization flagship, Honor, Conference Room One.

All the high-ranking officials of the civilization were present. The atmosphere in the conference room was solemn and grave.

"...At this stage, all our military industries have entered full-power production mode. Supplies of various upstream materials are abundant, and the daily output of various unmanned spacecraft has reached over 400. Based on the current attrition rate, this is completely sufficient to maintain operations."

Heimerlan said in a deep voice, "How is the social mood?"

"Due to the increased demand for various production needs, the rest time versus work time for grassroots production personnel has increased to approximately 1.5:1. Dissatisfaction is gradually accumulating, but it is still within a controllable range."

"How is the efficiency of basic mineral production?"

"Currently, a total of 16,000 first-level mineral bases within the civilization are operating at full capacity. Although they have not completely offset consumption, the deficit is only about 10%.

Currently, various reserve materials have been put into supply, and there will be no shortage in the short term."

"How is the front-line battlefield situation?"

"At this stage, we have suffered heavy casualties, with the average daily destruction of manned battleships climbing to about 1,200. However, in comparison, the opponent's losses are at least five times ours.

At the same time, our reserve of battleships is sufficient. If battleship losses at the Second Planet are too high, we can always transfer them from the other two planets.

Overall, the two sides are currently in a stalemate. But the opponent has no logistical supplies. Although they have erupted with combat power exceeding our previous expectations, their battleships are one less with each one destroyed.

It is estimated that in about 1 year, the opponent's battleship count will drop below 600,000. At that time, we will hold an absolute advantage on the battlefield."

After summarizing the situations from various departments, Heimerlan pondered for a moment before speaking slowly.

"The enemy has indeed erupted with combat power that exceeded our previous estimations.

The number of their warriors is so great that they can simultaneously control 800,000 battleships, double ours.

Their tacit understanding is also higher; clearly, every warrior is an elite.

Our internal pressure is increasing day by day, especially in terms of logistics. Both basic mineral production and military supply are under immense pressure.

But... overall, the situation is still favorable to us. Time is on our side!

This war will demand a huge price from us. But this price will undoubtedly yield a thousandfold return!

Once we capture the main body of Human Civilization, we will obtain immense returns, leading to tremendous development, and possibly even a further step, entering the long-desired next stage of development, becoming a Gravity Civilization.

Everything is worth it!"

"Yes, Leader!"

At this moment, in the vast conference hall, the atmosphere was fervent and impassioned.

At this moment, on Tom's fleet flagship, the Human, the clone where Tom's consciousness resided stood before the viewport, quietly watching the points of light constantly erupting in the distant starry sky.

The fierce battle was still ongoing. Every moment, a large number of manned battleships and unmanned combat facilities were destroyed.

The battlefield situation was currently in a stalemate, with neither side able to gain an advantage.

But Tom knew very well that time was not on his side.

The longer it dragged on, the more unfavorable the situation would become for him.

Because he not only had no battleship reinforcements, but even his supplies were running low!

War is the fastest way to consume materials.

The huge amount of materials painstakingly mined would be exhausted in an instant on the battlefield.

If this situation continued, it wouldn't be long before, even before his battleship count dropped below 600,000, those spaceships would likely be unable to maneuver due to lack of fuel, or unable to attack due to lack of ammunition.

It seemed he had fallen into a dead end.

What else could he do? If he couldn't take this planet, he wouldn't get supplies; if he didn't get supplies, he couldn't resupply; without resupply, he couldn't take this planet.

The situation had deteriorated to the extreme. But Tom felt no panic in his heart; instead, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"You forced my hand. Originally, I didn't want to use this weapon, which is still in the experimental and research stages..."

We could have coexisted peacefully, but you suddenly changed your minds and decided to dispatch a fleet to intercept me;

We had no grievances, yet you wanted to trap me in a dead end! Since that's the case, don't blame me.

Tom's mind stirred, and the massive fleet immediately initiated propulsion, slowly approaching the battlefield.

Most of these fleets consisted of non-combat spacecraft such as residential spaceships and aerospace carriers, with only 200,000 battleships escorting them.

Normally, non-combat spacecraft should stay away from the battlefield to avoid being affected. But at this moment, Tom defied this iron rule of the battlefield, bringing his rear fleet to the edge of the battlefield, only ten million kilometers from the Second Planet.

The main fleet's movement immediately attracted the opponent's attention. Tom saw many enemy battleships leave the battlefield, attempting to launch an attack on his main fleet.

The escort fleet immediately met them, desperately blocking all attacks. At the same time, every spaceship in the main fleet also simultaneously lit up its energy shield, intercepting the stray bullets.

A command, through the consciousness connection with the clones, instantly reached the minds of over a billion clones.

With the assistance of Hestia AI and Goku AI, two powerful AIs, a large amount of equipment was transported from the aerospace carriers and began to be arranged in the vast cosmos under the desperate protection of numerous battleships.

The appearance of this equipment was somewhat peculiar. Some looked like large square boxes, some like spaceships, some like long strips, and so on and so forth, varying greatly.

They varied in size, with the largest being bigger than an Earth-class battleship and the smallest being smaller than a satellite. At the same time, their numbers were extremely high; big and small, all added up, there were at least over a billion.

After unloading this equipment, dozens of aerospace carriers that were originally fully loaded were completely emptied.

Along with the deployment of this equipment, some energy ships specially manufactured by Tom also left the aerospace carriers and entered among this multitude of strange equipment.

Energy ships were a type of spaceship specifically designed by Tom. Their main equipment was a giant nuclear fusion power plant, specially used to provide power to other equipment.

Superconducting cables extended from the energy ships, connecting to one piece of equipment after another.

At the same time, a full 2 billion clones obeyed Tom's command, leaving their original locations and entering the aerospace carriers that had also been modified and designed by Tom.

Within those aerospace carriers were intelligent cockpits similar to spaceship control bases. But the difference was that these intelligent cockpits now also had an additional drug delivery system.

Infusion needles were inserted into the necks of these clones, connecting to their circulatory systems.

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