"For a possibility, rush towards an uncertain goal..."
Soshyan sighed.
"Your Majesty, we cannot afford even a single defeat now. The war group has never been so dangerous as it is now."
"I'm sure there's something important in there."
Brother Said still insisted on his opinion, and Soshyan persuaded him not to move, so he drew his holy sword.
"Your Majesty, have you heard of this sword? I brought it back from the orbital station of Ma'Kande 2. According to Priest Loken, it was made by a certain Chapter Master who broke away from his mentor."
Wuwei took two steps forward, as if observing the sword, and then its body shook as if it was nodding.
"Yes, I know him."
Brother Said's next words surprised Soshyan.
"I commissioned the priest to make it."
"You? Haven't you been sleeping?"
"It wasn't me who came forward."
Brother Said stretched out his arm, and Soshiyang handed over the Holy Flame Sword knowingly. The other party clamped the hilt of the sword and looked at it carefully for a while, and then praised:
"Yes, yes, I read that priest correctly. He is actually more suitable to be a swordsmith than to serve gears and machines. It's a pity that his skills are destined to be buried."
After speaking, he returned the sword to Soshyan.
"Gray marrow needs to extract a lot of heat energy. This sword allows you to use it for a longer period of time. However, you still have to be careful not to let emotions influence your use of gray marrow. You have to control it yourself and learn to use reason to mobilize it."
Soshyan nodded and sheathed his sword.
At this time, the communicator in his neck armor suddenly rang.
"Chapter Commander, you have to come and see this."
Hearing Loken's voice, Soshyan immediately turned around and walked towards the door of the armory, with Brother Seid following closely behind.
When they appeared on the bridge, it was already a mess.
Hearing the footsteps, Loken shook the console and said without looking back:
"Chapter Commander, I was just setting the auspicious device to scan for contrail particles."
When he turned back and saw the towering Holy Dreadnought behind Soshyan, the Tech-Priest paused.
Then when he came to his senses, he found that he needed to hesitate for a while to find the right words.
"...that is, the engine trace, so that we can find out whether other ships are passing by in front."
"so what?"
Soshyan asked. When he and Brother Said walked onto the podium, Lothar nodded to Wuwei and stepped aside.
"Lots of readings,"
Loken's voice drowned out the whispers of other officers, and at the same time, a large number of auspicious readings were transmitted to the display screen.
"It's two thousand kilometers away from the port side. I think the distance is probably close. There is a ship, or we scanned two ships."
"Two?"
Soshyan frowned at Loken.
"We only have two ships coming in, including the Glorious Saber."
Loken's face turned pale under his direct gaze.
"Destination image created."
A voice sounded, and everyone turned to the monitor. The huge oval screen slowly filled with static, unexplainable images.
Through the overflowing stray light, people cannot distinguish clear physical shapes, just like looking through clouds and fog.
Loken and the technicians tried their best to eliminate most of the useless things, and the bridge was quiet with only sporadic static. Then he focused the image on the large ship drifting in the colorful storm.
The ship was a wreck, scattered across thousands of kilometers of painful space.
Scenes like this are not common in subspace. Ships often get lost in the waves of subspace for various reasons.
Quite a few of them have not been destroyed, but still maintain their decayed, ancient appearance, and may appear at any time, anywhere, at any time.
When they appear in the physical space, they become a vicious gift.
This kind of ship is generally called a "hulk ship".
"Is there a problem?"
Soshyan stared at the outline of the ruined ship, feeling a little uneasy for some reason.
"Nothing, my lord, just a ghost reading on the sensor, a weak... life signal?"
"Any more information?"
"I'm scanning remotely...Based on thermal decay and material analysis, it seems that it was destroyed many years ago, at least...thousands of years??"
At this time, the picture on the imaging device gradually became clearer. It was a military ship.
The hull of the ship was dotted with lights that flickered on and off. The thick armor was as pitted as the surface of a meteorite. A few mottled black paint remained under the macro cannon. The place where the flight hangar was once turned into an ugly scar, weather-beaten.
The double-headed eagle logo is inlaid on the keel of the bow. Judging from the size, it is at least a cruiser and larger than the Spark.
At this time, Loken raised his hand to push off his hood, wiped the sweat from the back of his head, and said in confusion and surprise:
"Omsenia, I can't believe it... I don't even know a ship of this level! There is no ship of this type in the keel identification code! Is this an alien warship? It doesn't look like it..."
At this time, Brother Said, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke.
"This is the Carnage-class armored cruiser."
"Uh... noble elder, I have never heard of this type of cruiser."
Loken asked modestly, and then fearlessly gave him the answer.
"This is a cruiser used during the Great Expedition. It may have been discontinued a long time ago. It's not surprising that you don't know."
Hearing this, Soshyan's stern eyes returned to the ship. As the Spark moved, the abandoned battleship became more burly.
Large pieces of debris can be seen suspended near his shell, and unnatural flames curl up in the gaps between its armor, burning in some form despite the vacuum outside.
It was as if the moment of its fall had been frozen.
"Sir, what's even more troublesome is that it is approaching us at an extremely fast speed and is expected to collide with us in half an hour!"
Suddenly, Loken broke some bad news.
Soshiyang frowned.
"Can't get rid of it?"
"According to the pre-analysis of the sailing trajectory, the Spark cannot get away with its current speed alone... How can a useless ship be so fast!?"
"Can we leave the subspace?"
"Currently we don't have a suitable anchor point. If we jump out rashly, we may plunge into the edge of a star or an asteroid belt."
At this time, Brother Said's voice sounded in Soshyan's communicator.
"Soshyan, this is a big trouble. Some force is pushing it towards us. Only you can solve it."
Soshyan immediately understood what Brother Said meant, that subspace power was blocking their progress.
"Can it be destroyed from a distance?"
"The Carnage-class armor is extremely strong. With just the firepower of the Spark and the Glory Saber, it will be difficult to destroy it in a short time before it hits us."
Soshyan closed his eyes and pondered for a few seconds. When he opened his eyes, he issued an order that surprised everyone.
"Prepare the shuttle, let's get aboard and see what's going on."