"Coordinates 139.489.36X, the presence of flying objects inside the black barrier area has been observed! It's—" The first scientific officer to give the signal was ultimately unable to name what he had observed, as his branch of the Academy of Sciences had been breached by the Dreadnaught.

When the science officer reported the coordinates, the guards behind him, who had been eroded by the abuse, had already pierced his left lung with a dagger, and if it weren't for the multiple implants in his body, he wouldn't even be able to finish that sentence.

However, the coordinate system he reported successfully guided other observation devices to lock.

"It's a shield-class frigate, our ship, which is definitely part of the Sixth Colonial Fleet." A high-level scientific officer who mechanized himself was gathering news from all sides in the depths of his base.

The Grand Science Officer has one hundred and twenty robotic arms, which are semi-permanently fused with the control base, so at this point he still has the strength to integrate information while resisting the invasion of the Sadistic Army.

"The target is falling, and no signs of autonomous power are observed."

"The target is falling in the direction of the Mao Federation, a warning message has been sent, there has been no response, the communication between us and the Mao Federation has been cut off seventeen minutes and thirty-two seconds ago, and the cause cannot be determined."

"The scope of the black barrier area is expanded, the moon will collide with the black barrier area in ten seconds, all the units that can receive the message, please pay close attention to the collision reaction, summarize the data in our place, if I am offline, the data summary work will be transferred to the No. 79 workstation, after the No. 79 workstation is down, it will be transferred to the No. 111 workstation, and the full list of transfer orders has been sent to the memorandum of each workstation, please check."

The chief scientific officer completed the data analysis work in a few tenths of a second, and sent the follow-up work content to each base station.

New workstations are being taken offline almost every moment, and the computing power of the entire Academy of Sciences is rapidly decreasing, and even the Grand Science Officer himself does not know how long he will be online.

"The subspace energy reflection data has just rebounded, and it is suspected that the subspace energy reaction has risen due to the contact of the black barrier area, and the overall subspace energy reaction has decreased by three percentage points, and the effective time of the Great Vortex Project will be delayed by 13.72 seconds."

"The data of the Himalayan station is abnormal, Xu Yichen's life-sustaining cabin is offline, and the basic power cannot be observed, and real-time monitoring cannot be carried out, do you want to start the automatic maintenance procedure?"

Bad news came one after another, the big science officer handled the work with the highest efficiency, after the relevant departments have existed in name only, the academy of sciences has become the last hope of human resistance, of course, only these highly developed brain science officers, can continue to respond in such a short time.

"Recalculating the maelstrom and black barrier models based on the new data, as long as the subspace energy attenuation caused by the majelstrom remains stable, ignoring all the signals from the Himalayan station, we will not be able to tell which ones are real and which are spoofed." The Grand Science Officer made the most helpless decision.

Even now, the Academy of Sciences has no way of being completely sure how many Tzeentch believers there are in itself, and since the beginning of the transformation of Himalayan Station, countless scientific officers have participated, and the great scientific officers do not want to take risks.

At this time, he can only hope that Xu Yichen's Ji people have their own natural appearance, and there will be no accidents.

"The target frigate has left the black barrier and is crashing north from the point of contact, the crash site is the northern region of Siberia!"

"Is it the frigate carrying the green-skinned meteorite?"

"It's it, there is no response, I have given an order to intercept, but I have not received a response from any air bases and anti-aircraft fire points."

"The reincarnation of ghosts, the evil gods are teasing us, and they want to reshape the history of this world right under our noses."

"Received a response signal, from Air Force Base 55, we have two wailing banshees already cruising in the airspace."

"Finally there is good news."

A few minutes earlier, in the northwest of the Loess District, at Air Base No. 55, twelve soldiers wearing Huangquan-style exoskeletons had set up an improvised barrier in the blood-colored mist, escorting the two pilots in the direction of the hangar.

God knows how lucky they were, when the blood-colored mist spread across the base, the Marines were able to find the corpse of an orderly carrying paper orders in the chaos, and then, with their familiarity with the terrain, they were able to find the two surviving pilots in the low-visibility environment.

At the end of the seventy-five Marines, only twelve remained, nine of whom were new recruits to the Yellow Springs Commando, and the highest rank of the only three veterans was a lieutenant.

"Lieutenant, if we can enter the hangar and start the plane, we still need the authorization of the tower to get out of the warehouse." One of the pilots whispered, armed with an automatic weapon, "Are you sure there are still people alive at the tower?" ”

"I'm not sure, but that's what the order in my hand says, and the person who gave the order must have thought about it." The lieutenant searched his surroundings with thermal imaging, and after several tests of life and death, he already knew that the situation in front of him was an asymmetrical war in which the enemy was one-way transparent and his own side completely lost vision.

"They can see us, so you don't have to whisper." The lieutenant sensed a direction and fired with the electromagnetic rifle in his hand, a spike-like bullet that smashed a bloodletter standing in a corner into a sieve.

On the way into the hangar, the Marines lost another third of their manpower, and the only thing to be thankful for was that the pilots were still unharmed.

After the pilot's confirmation, the good news was that the hangar was open, and the bad news was that only one of the Wailing Banshees was fully loaded, and the others were empty.

But yes, it's better than nothing.

A few weeks ago, there were more than 17,000 aircraft of all kinds in the Loess that could be lifted into the air at any time, but now, with the constant scuffle with the Chaos Demons, that number is approaching zero.

Even before the appearance of the blood mist, although the Loess Region could replenish various types of combat aircraft at a rate of 75 per day, the pilots could no longer keep up, because the battle loss rate in aerial combat was as high as 92 percent.

The lieutenant had no doubt that the two pilots he was now protecting behind him were most likely the last two pilots in the Loess District who could fly a heavy fighter like the Wailing Banshee.

"Fly, it's better to die in the sky than to die here!" The lieutenant divided his squad into two, each protecting a pilot to their respective fighters.

The moment the Wailing Banshee took off, the last remaining Marines were overwhelmed by the bloodletters.

"All units that have received this message, please intercept the Shield-class frigate in the airspace with coordinates 335.125.90A and destroy it on the spot, this is a direct order from the Academy of Sciences, and it concerns the whole world! Repeat, all received..."

As soon as the Wailing Banshee left the area covered by the blood mist, she received an order from the Academy of Sciences: "Base 55 has received an order and is rushing to intercept it!" ”