Through the observation dome of the Soul Unbound Soul, Soshiyang saw the warships gradually breaking away from the fortress. They accelerated with all their might, and the flames generated by the engine were even more dazzling than the sun's light.
He stood there, watching like this for the whole hour, holding his helmet in his hand.
The reason for doing this was that he wanted to see his subordinates leave with his own eyes, rather than observe through the armored data link.
Suddenly, a flash of light lit up from the space not far away, and a purple sphere surrounded several ships.
The light stimulated Soshiyang's eyes and pierced his mind through his visual nerves. Despite this, he kept watching the sub-space wrapping the ships.
They will be the first step in the planning process.
The sphere faded, and then the ships disappeared.
At this time, the communication angel in the dome turned around from the pedestal where it was and opened its mechanical mouth.
"The bait fleet has set out. Sir, we are also preparing to enter the subspace. I noticed that you are still in the observation dome of No. 2, and I will order the shutters to be closed soon, Sir."
"Thank you, Losa, I'm fine now."
Soshyan turned around in front of the huge armored glass, and the blinds had begun to gradually rise from the outside of the battleship, and the observation dome swayed as they continued to rise.
Suddenly, the door opened and Thor walked in.
He seemed even more worried than he did during the meeting.
"Is there anything wrong, Company Commander Thor?"
The blinds of the dome are completely closed, isolating them from the sights of void and subspace.
“I’ve been thinking about a question.”
Thor has not participated in the military operation of the Astral Knight for a long time. This time he took the initiative to participate, but he showed concern.
"If we can see through things easily, there is no reason for the top leaders of the Minotao Group to see through them. They should know that we will not get into the trap."
"Did you mean they have other backup?"
Thor shook his head.
"This is just a possibility. What worries me even more is that Griya may have hidden a lot of things."
"Geria?"
Sosh frowned slightly. He felt that what he suspected was not the same thing as what Thor suspected, so he decided not to think about it and listen to the other person's opinions directly.
“What would it be?”
"The reason why the wailers went to perform their mission."
Soshyan thought for a moment, then was shocked.
What Thor said was true. Geria's mechanics did hide something, but he had been thinking about Minotao before, but instead ignored this.
"Yes, yes... This matter is full of weirdness. If it is just a trivial matter, why don't they solve it themselves?"
"But if it is an important matter, why should the Astartes intervene?"
Soshyan thought for a moment, and suddenly realized where Thor's uneasiness came from.
"There is only one possibility. What happened in that place is something they cannot solve but cannot be disclosed, and they must be very clear about what happened there."
Speaking of this, Soshiyang slapped the railing beside him, and a deep trace immediately appeared on it.
"Hateful! These mechanics pretend to be dull on the surface, but their hearts are more cunning than the other! They must have taken advantage of the Maragin brothers' eagerness to restore the battle group and deceived him to perform this task with vague excuses."
"It's a pity that we don't have time to ask them now."
"Then let us personally drag the wailing man out of the trap!"
Soshiyan clenched his fists and made up his mind to save their allies at all costs.
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In the void, a fleet is slowly breaking away from the constraints of the planet's orbit.
Among them, walking in the front was a giant ship with thick armor, the Power of Dedaros.
The bridge of this ancient warship is like a train with more than ten cars, which is unarranged and derailed. A large number of pipelines and equipment are piled up together, showing some sort of orderly chaos.
The hull shook and groaned, the heavy lateral frame that crossed the bridge like a church cellar screamed with twisted pressure and burning engines, and the uniformed crew shouted loudly about the status reports of each major system.
“All ships have been reported.”
The communications director announced loudly that he would habitually tap the meditator's interface with his fingers only when he was nervous.
“A perfect transfer.”
"Give me a visual image."
The captain of the Power of Dedaros, a man about fifty years old, snapped.
Then, the eye-like screen flashed out, and the heavy plastic steel shades covering the compartment windows were manually rolled up by sweating sailors.
A light from the stars in the distance swept away the crimson stripes of the emergency light, and the optical eyes of the mechanical priests even automatically narrowed the aperture, while the other crew members of the bridge grunted in pain, covering their eyes or looking elsewhere until their vision was adapted.
"Are we at the specified coordinates?"
A majestic giant, sitting upright on a throne made of bronze and horns, juxtaposed with the podium on a separate platform, ensuring that those sitting on it can supervise the entire bridge.
The giant just sat nearly two meters high, wearing a bronze armor, like a samurai of Gutera. Even the muscle texture on the abdomen was carved on the armor. On the slightly raised shoulder armor, there was an angry bull's head logo, and the tassels on it stretched toward the elbow.
He was wearing a helmet, with only cold gaze behind his black eyepieces. On each side of the throne was a giant wearing brown Terminator armor. The giant on the left held a mysterious black spear, and the giant on the right held a thick round shield carved with a bull pattern.
This person is Minotao's commander, Astraion Moro, a mysterious, cold and cruel warrior.
"Galaxy Master Jump Point."
The energetic captain yelled, but did not look up from his screen.
"Coordinates are confirmed, but-"
Soon, he felt the weight of his sharp eyes fall on his back, and at the same time he analyzes the preliminary divination report, his reinforced nerve processing the output information much faster than his crew or contemplator.
He wasn't quite sure whether it was good news or bad news.
"Tell me, Captain."
"There are ships, lords, three ships who are leaving the high anchorage of the main jump point to intercept us. They are unknown, but they can be expected to be from... Astral Knights, they are much faster than we had expected before."
Astraion leaned forward on the throne, and then uttered a few words without emotion.
"Go to fight."
The fleet immediately began to turn, heading towards the node that was tearing a crack, where three transformed heavy cargo ships were slowly sailing—