The video scene is peaceful, Ren Zhong, who is here to mix his achievements within the fleet, indeed has his hands in his pockets, lazily lying in the command room, idly wasting time.

But this is certainly an illusion, at this moment Ren Zhong is staring at the star map intently, checking his watch from time to time, and counting down in his mind.

"Time's up."

"Ten, nine... three, two, one."

"It has begun."

Ren Zhong mutters to himself.

As he speaks, a power transition is simultaneously initiated across the command room, control room, ship bridge, and weapon control room of the twelve thousand space ships within the Great Migration Fleet.

Ren Zhong told Li Yang that the problem would be solved in just ten minutes, and it's no brag.

Starting from the eighth minute, the star map shows the first green dot turning red.

This indicates that the armed warship has been taken over by Ren Zhong's people.

Ren Zhong zooms in to check the number of this warship, No. 0007, the one managed by Zheng Tian.

Then, one green dot after another starts flashing and turning red.

At nine minutes and fifty-one seconds, all four thousand green dots turned red, leaving none untouched, without exception.

The progress on the other eight thousand transport ships is slightly slower, but no surprises will occur.

With the armed ships already being controlled, the transport ships, lacking strategic capabilities, can only be lambs to the slaughter, resisting is futile.

Time continues to tick by, five minutes have passed.

The armed warship farthest from the Source Sun is the first to stop its intended maneuver, coming to a halt in space, and turns to face the direction of Yuanjin Star's current position.

Another half hour passes, and the giant beam energy cannon at the warship's head completes charging, firing a beam with a diameter of one hundred meters outward.

The firing lasts one second, creating a cylinder of light thirty thousand kilometers long and one hundred meters in diameter, rushing towards the position of Yuanjin Star.

Six seconds later, this cylinder travels through an asteroid and precisely passes through the gap between the asteroid and the armed warship above it.

Almost at the instant the head of the cylinder passes the bow of this armed warship, the second beam departs straight from the head of the warship.

"The main cannon beam energy synchronization of the first and second armed ships was successful. The scene is quite spectacular, unfortunately, you can't witness it with the naked eye now. Two beams of light, each thirty thousand kilometers long, advancing almost side by side, quite beautiful."

In Ren Zhong's mind, Sun Ai provides real-time information support throughout.

Ren Zhong nods gently, "As it should be. After all, my plan is sufficiently refined, and there is a precise schedule for the firing time of each warship. The atomic oscillation clock I had them bring along can precision time to one ten-thousandth of a second, from ignition and charging to firing, aspects entrusted to the computer."

Sun Ai: "So the advantage of machines is that they excel at executing these meticulous tasks?"

Ren Zhong smiles, "Even the finest work requires human creativity. Who would have thought that a warship built on a C-level Tracer colony could execute precise concentrated fire maneuvers, separated by several units of light time, and target a Tracker spaceship?"

Sun Ai: "Indeed. Ying Ye's star system level main cannon has also begun charging, some of the energy modules' manufacturing processes aren't precise enough. The external energy discharge reaction can be detected by the onboard detectors of the Tracker spaceship, I've already preemptively shielded it."

Ren Zhong: "Good. See, this is the difference between humans and machines."

"Hmm."

A net revolving around the old ice popsicle and the Ice Sealing Army has been woven and is now being pulled in.

Time ticks by continuously.

Sun Ai periodically reports the synchronization status of the beam energy cannon to Ren Zhong.

Over three hours later, Sun Ai informs Ren Zhong that the star system level main cannon has been launched, with a huge beam sixty thousand kilometers long, diameter over five kilometers, set to leave the position of Source Jupiter toward the Tracker spaceship.

Behind this colossal beam, just tens of kilometers apart, follow more than two thousand smaller beams, all advancing forward.

Another thirty-four minutes and twenty-one seconds later, the No. 0001 armed warship finally fires a shot.

After another ten seconds or so, Ren Zhong, now situated in the command room of No. 0001, can finally see the spectacular scene with his own eyes.

A ultra-long blue beam at his upper diagonal advances incessantly.

Following behind it, numerous orange-yellow beams converging together chase the front blue beam.