"Report."
"Come in."
Jeming stood outside the command center and pushed the door open after hearing the voice inside.
Frost was standing at the tactical map, and the projection on it had been updated—the red dots representing the Reaper Race had largely disappeared, leaving only a few isolated areas still resisting.
"You're here." Without looking up, Frost tossed a few crystals over, "These are the detailed data from the battle earlier: energy consumption statistics, tactical response time, analysis of the enemy commander's behavior patterns... I hope you can preserve these for the next round, though I don't know if it's possible."
Jeming caught the crystals and scanned them with his divine sense.
Inside indeed was highly professional data, even including some details he had not noticed before—for instance, an abnormal fluctuation in the Reaper Race's pheromone network encryption method during the later stages of the battle.
