People have already begun to hope that there has been a lull in the war with the Cyclops. It may not be long, but there is a year, and maybe all five years of peaceful life ahead. But they were wrong. In the far sector of the Galaxy, one after another, fleets of invaders emerged from hyper, and it soon became clear that this was not just a military operation. This is expansion. And the question has become more pressing than ever: will humanity, torn apart by political differences and the ambitions of the heads of state and world, be able to unite? Will he be able to humble his pride and ask for help from those who were once repaid with ingratitude for salvation? And will the Demons, the legendary modification pilots, and the cosmic response forces formed around their unit have enough time and strength to stop this new tsunami of death?