The take-off of a battleship is not a simple matter.

If it was only a dozen or so warships, naturally there would be no problem. But when there are a lot of warships, it's a trouble.

Whether it is the distribution of energy, the combination of personnel and lectures, as well as the drinking water, weapons, and a series of other problems, they must be solved in a very short time. It is definitely not so easy to send out more than half of the fleet in the barracks in seven days. As the Minister of Logistics, General Xu, the heavy burden on his body can be imagined.

Therefore, when he saw the leisurely Fang Mingwei, he couldn't help but be deeply envious.

Just when others were in full swing doing all kinds of preparatory work, Fang Mingwei still had time to wander around the barracks, which was really unreasonable.

However, once he thought of Fang Mingwei's work efficiency, even if he was as strict as General Xu, he couldn't find any faults.

The Victory-class battleship is the premier equipment in the barracks, if there is no Fang Mingwei, then if you want to control this 30-kilometer-long behemoth, you must have a combination of 100,000 people to exert its maximum power.

100,000 people, not counting the energy consumption, even if it is provided for 100,000 people to eat, drink and Lazar, it is a lot of expenses.

But Fang Mingwei was different, under his command, the two Victory-class battleships were only prepared with a small part of daily necessities and food for a thousand people. Compared to other warships of the same class, it is simply negligible.

There's no way, who said that Fang Mingwei was the only one on the two battleships, no matter how big his belly was, he couldn't eat the equipment and supplies of 100,000 people.

Therefore, except for the first day, after Fang Mingwei controlled a thousand robots and moved enough energy blocks and maintenance parts into the battleship, he did not transport anything again, but began to wait for the time to leave.

Finally, under the command of General Xu, officers at all levels spared no effort. It took them seven days to complete all the preparations.

Watching the five fleets slowly rise from the five different spaceports on the planet, all the logistics staff breathed a deep sigh of relief.

In the Aymor Legion, there are a total of thirteen fleets, and in each fleet, there is one Victory-class battleship and five hundred Qingsong-class battleships. As for other large, medium and small warships and auxiliary ships, there are countless more.

When each fleet is full, there are about 10 million officers and men, and the 13 fleets are more than 100 million people.

When Fang Mingwei knew this data, he admired the national strength of the Newman Empire. You know, these people are just the battleship force of the Aymor Legion, and the entire Emore Legion is only one of the ten major legions of the Empire, if the Empire concentrates all its military forces, this number is enough to make people palpitate just by thinking about it.

Of course, Fang Mingwei was alone in control of the two giants, and set off with the First Fleet.

Although the 30-kilometer-long behemoth is incredibly large on the ground, once placed in the middle of the universe, it becomes small, as if a slightly larger grain of sand is mixed with the endless beach, and it is no longer so eye-catching.

The communicator was always on, maintaining close contact with the flagship of the First Fleet, another Victory-class battleship, the Emor Glory.

Because there were too many secrets on the ship, Fang Mingwei completely refused the request of others to get on the ship. In this way, the two warships will be under his own control for all the time they are flying.

If you change to any master of the spiritual department, you will not make such a choice. Because a person's energy is limited after all, even if he can continue to control the battleship for a day or two, he can't do it all the time.

But Fang Mingwei is different, as long as he punches Iverson's soul and Ek's soul into the battleship respectively, then he doesn't need to worry about everything. Moreover, for the energy reserves of the Victory-class battleship, the little energy consumed by these two souls is simply a drop in the bucket, and it is not worth mentioning.

As the battleship gradually flew closer to its destination, Fang Mingwei's heart suddenly became surprised.

He wears a beautiful and highly unique sensor on his head that has been modified from the Little Crown, so he can easily borrow the mysterious power of the Little Crown.

According to his observations, in the not far space, there are many wrecks of spaceships floating, and on these wreckage, there are many white points of light.

Most of these points of light are already falling and drifting, and they seem to be going to turn away at any moment. When Fang Mingwei saw it, he immediately knew that these points of light were all souls, and they were all souls whose body skills or spirits had reached level eight or above before their death. Not only that, but looking at their state at the moment, they have been drifting here for at least five or six days.

Being able to maintain a state that has not dissipated after five or six days shows that these souls are all tenacious people in their lifetimes, and they will never give up until the last moment.

Sighing deeply, no need to ask, Fang Mingwei already knew the origin of these souls.

Either a sergeant from the Newman Empire, or a soldier of the Smykari Alliance.

Fang Mingwei's mouth was slightly chanting the familiar incantation, and an invisible power emanated from the center of the small crown. As soon as the ownerless souls encountered this power, they immediately swarmed like children thrown into their mother's arms.

As the ship progressed, the number of souls here increased and increased, reaching a terrifying number.

Wiping the cold sweat oozing from the top of his head, what kind of brutal fighting has been going on here, and so many humans have died.

Although Fang Mingwei can be regarded as a person who has seen the world, but collecting so many souls at one time, no matter who it is, he can't help but be in a trance.

Suddenly, the spacecraft stopped, and a familiar voice came from the direction of the big screen.

"Major Fang, the defense line of our First Fleet is here for the time being, please command F1 and F2 to stop."

"Okay." Fang Mingwei smiled reluctantly and said.

The figure that appeared on the big screen was Chen Bang, the captain of General Chen Xutao's guards. Since the last time Fang Mingwei inadvertently sabotaged the monster's attack, Chen Bang was convinced by Fang Mingwei, and the two could be regarded as friends.

"Major Fang, your face doesn't seem to be very good, could it be ......," Chen Bang asked with concern.

Shaking his hand slightly, Fang Mingwei smiled bitterly: "It's nothing, it's just a little flustered." ”

Chen Bang thought that he was on the battlefield for the first time, and he couldn't help but smile with relief, and said: "Major Fang, there is nothing to be afraid of, although the monster is powerful, it can't hurt the Victory-class battleship, you just have to rest assured." ”

Fang Mingwei nodded, his face seemed to look a little better.

Chen Bang shook his head helplessly, there was no special cure for this symptom. If it's a normal soldier, you can throw him into the monster horde. As long as you can survive and not die, this problem will naturally disappear.

It's just that even if he is ten times bolder, he wouldn't dare to use such a means to deal with Fang Mingwei. After trying his best to comfort a few words, Chen Bang had no choice but to leave.

Fang Mingwei had stopped continuing to absorb souls at this moment, and it wasn't until Chen Bang left that he continued to count the number of souls.

One thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, two hundred thousand......

Fang Mingwei's face was difficult to look at little by little, there were a full 200,000 souls.

This is a life that was still alive and kicking a few days ago, but in just a few days, it has become a helpless soul. If it weren't for Fang Mingwei's ability to collect souls, their fate would have been completely dissipated.

The battle with the pirates allowed Fang Mingwei to collect 10,000 souls. At that time, Fang Mingwei didn't have any burden in his heart, after all, eradicating those pirates who did evil was a good thing for the benefit of the country and the people.

But now, Fang Mingwei's heart is a little messy.

Although he did not know the dead people, nor did he meet them. However, this time the number of deaths was too great. In this vast star field, there are as many as 200,000 souls collected alone, and those souls who are still struggling in space at the moment are no less than that.

If you collect them all, that's nearly half a million horrors. If you want to create 500,000 souls, how many people need to die?

Moreover, what made Fang Mingwei even more frightened was that these souls were not just generated today, but were still preserved after a few days.

So, how many souls have dissipated into this boundless universe before this day?

Million? Million......

As soon as he thought of this, Fang Mingwei's body couldn't help but tremble.

Closing his eyes and clenching his fists, Fang Mingwei walked out of that terrifying and sad mood after a long time.

If he was still the boy who was studying on the planet Karim, then the only thing he could do at the moment was to get out of this terrible place as soon as possible.

However, after several years of training, he has been reborn as a different person.

After being silent for a while, when Fang Mingwei opened his eyes, the cowardice in his heart had all been eliminated, and what was left was raging anger, the hatred and murderous aura of monsters as a human being.

(To be continued)