I've been on a transport ship no less than thirty times, and today is the first time I've seen how crazy a transport ship can be.

I couldn't measure the speed of the ship myself, and I didn't bother Sylvia, who was concentrating on driving. Looking out of the porthole, the huge stone that seemed to be far away in the distance seemed to be in front of me in the blink of an eye, and suddenly it was left far behind, and I estimated that the distance traveled by the spacecraft every second at this time should be enough for our defense troops to march for several hours, or even days.

The ship was still accelerating, and I was pressed to my seat with tremendous force. There is no resistance in space, and theoretically the speed of the spacecraft can be increased to infinity, although in practice this is impossible. However, the ship did not exert its full strength, and still retained the spare strength to be ready to turn at any time to deal with the asteroid's obstruction. Every time the Major turned the steering wheel, I felt a tremendous force to throw me out of my seat, but thankfully the sturdy, elastic harness strapped me. I was already a little confused, and the ship's strong tremor made me feel sick. Sylvia once told me that in ancient times, before the people of Sacred Terra, novice seafarers were treated by tying cables to masts to cure seasickness - the cables were completely inelastic.

Look at Sylvia standing as steady as a mountain next to the steering wheel without any leaning, and look at the other officers and men of the Navy who are busy with their own work......

Melved Picker was charging like a warrior. Its thrusters spewed blazing plasma flames, forming a bright tail flame hundreds of kilometers long behind it, like a meteor that pierced the sky, and could probably be seen with the naked eye on any planet in the galaxy. This makes the transports look formidable, but compared to the opponent's truly heavily armed warriors, the transports are completely unarmed civilians.

The Avenger-class large cruiser, according to reports, is as old as the Great Holy War led by the emperor, almost 12,300 years ago. The large cruiser, the forerunner of today's Imperial battlecruisers, had ancient technology that had long been lost to the current Empire. As far as we can see, its powerful thrusters alone have stunned us, and such a huge battleship has completely overwhelmed the Luna-class light cruiser that was originally known for its maneuverability and agility in terms of flexibility, so that it can calmly pass the artillery battle stage and directly approach the shooting dead angle above the back of the Luna to unfold the string.

At the moment, the Luna was still struggling to roll its body in an attempt to align its sidestrings at the Avengers, but it was not as agile as it once was. The power of its thrusters has been greatly reduced, and many of its attitude control devices have even been completely extinguished, and it is conceivable that the chaotic landing army has already taken control of many of its cabins, and it is only a matter of time before they are completely occupied. If we don't arrive in time to launch a rescue, there are only three outcomes that await it: the destruction of the men and the capture of the ship, the surrender of the mutiny, or the self-destruction.

It is difficult to operate a warship, it usually requires the cooperation of thousands or even thousands of people, and the slightest sloppiness can have disastrous consequences. And it is much easier to destroy a battleship, a piercing shelling is only the most ideal situation, many times, a small mechanical failure that cannot be eliminated in time, a small error in the handling of the instrument count, a small deviation in the blessing ceremony of the mechanical spirit, will lead to the complete destruction of a battleship that may have taken centuries to build and has been in service for thousands of years, in just a few minutes.

The question is, can the crew on that Luna really make up their minds to self-destruct? Or, even if the captain has ordered to be loyal to the Empire, will the soldiers below be able to carry out this last order in time?

What if the same fate befalls us later? …,

My heart was avoiding this problem, and the only thought I could think of was that the emperor would bless us.

I can guess without mind-reading that the whole ship is now thinking about or deliberately avoiding the question, including Major Sylvia, who seemed to be determined.

Fortunately, due to the relentless death struggle of the Luna God, the Avengers also had to perform complex maneuvers with it, and they were unable to stop and quietly aim at us. It had fired three side-chord salvos, and the sporadic fire had never stopped, but the closest one was a few dozen kilometers away, and the only threatening shelling had shattered an asteroid in our path, and the scattered stones had struck our bow shield and made it lose some energy, but it was far from overloaded. Compared to the many times I've experienced a charge under a hail of bullets, this time it was a leisurely stroll.

But it is conceivable that as the distance gradually closes, the hit rate of enemy ships will be greatly improved. How many cannons will our almost unarmored ship be able to withstand by then? And when the light spear is still not cooled down, what can we do to knock through the opponent's armor? Fang's double-charged artillery blast, although it successfully overloaded the opponent's shield and destroyed a string cannon, had no strength left to penetrate its hard shell.

There were only a few people left on the bridge, and most of the lieutenants went to various strategic parts of the ship to direct the crew to deal with the battle. But there was no quiet in the bridge, and in addition to the instruments and joysticks that made various noises, there was also an old priest with a gray beard who was making a loud announcement to the whole ship with a communicator.

“…… That's right, the cursed traitors do have better ships than we do, one of the pride of the Imperial Navy at its most glorious days, the Avenger, which is even better than most of our current battlecruisers. But can you imagine what this ship would have become at the hands of traitors? It's been 10,000 years since it mutinied, and it's fought many battles with the Imperial Navy, scarred, and now it has less than six of its eighteen light spears on its side that can shoot normally. You know what that means? It hasn't undergone any maintenance at all! Without the Emperor's favor and the blessing of Omininessia, it is now a wreck on the verge of being scrapped! Maybe it can still move and shoot now, that's its last breath! Because, soon, we will bring it to the Emperor's judgment! We will cleanse it of its filth with flames......"

The old priest wore an old, well-washed, well-washed robe, without any trim or ornamentation, indicating that his status in the state religion was basically the lowest level. After all, the transport ship is almost a place of exile, and only the most unstatused, backstage, and undesirable minor characters are assigned here. The speech had been going on for more than an hour, and the old man's voice was a little hoarse, but it was still clear and loud, revealing unshakable fanatical enthusiasm. He analyzed a comparison between friend and foe, and spread out the holy canon of the state religion to publicize a quotation from the emperor. The large book was bound in hard cover, which looked older than him, but it did not belong to any of the editions I was familiar with, but a manuscript.

After a quotation from the emperor that I had long been familiar with, the old priest put down the holy scriptures and began to say something else.

“…… Brothers in the same boat, I am so convinced that the Supreme Emperor is watching us from the throne of immortality, and stretching out his mighty hand to protect us! Yes, in the nearly eighty years of my life, though I have prayed every day and every night, the Emperor's gaze has come down on me for the first time in battle! Brothers, the Emperor will only bless the brave and loyal warriors! Only blessings to those in battle! It's been almost two hours since we set sail, and the enemy ships have shelled us more than a hundred times, but the Emperor has cursed their light spears so that they haven't even brought us any chaf! Think about ourselves again, remember, when we are 300,000 kilometers away from an enemy ship, even a thousandth of an angle deviation can cause a mistake of hundreds of kilometers, no one can hit at this distance, ordinary Imperial Navy can't, blessed Space Marines can't, those cursed traitors, and filthy aliens, none of them can! Neither can we, but at that moment, the Emperor himself was taking aim for us, allowing our spear of light, which had never been used since three hundred and seventy-eight years ago, to inflict heavy damage on the enemy ship at the first moment of anger! It's a miracle that only an emperor can do! Praise the Emperor! ”…,

“…… Some people may ask, we are just transport ships, are we sure that we can win the brutal Chaos army in the broadside battle? I can't answer, but Melved Picker can answer with his history and glory, and we can! What you all know is that everyone who has lived and worked on this ship has left his name, but there are some whose names you can't see, whose names are hidden on the other side of the deck and the pipeline, carved into the strongest keel with gold and red letters, even the most severe damage, as long as the ship is still there, those names will live forever, those are the names of the soldiers on this ship, some of them died in battle, some of them were lucky enough to die, But their names have all been immortalized along with the ship! They are blessed people. Since its completion, our ship has been in service for more than two millennia and has been tested in five battles, four of which have been actively approached by enemy ships to engage in engagement. Let me count the results: one light cruiser of Chaos, captured; an armed merchant ship of pirates, seized; a heavy cruiser of Chaos, blown up; An orc-class megalithic warship, heavily damaged. Brothers, not only have we defeated enemies many times our size, but we have also succeeded in capturing enemy ships and bringing a mutinous warship back into the Imperial Navy! We were also severely injured in the battle, losing the main engine and subspace engine at the worst time, and even the bridge was captured for a time, but we survived and we won in the end! With the Emperor's blessing, our keel has been unscathed ever since. The brothers of the Cult of the Machine God have made us stronger and stronger time and time again. The two light spears in the bow of our ship, which not every transport ship can equip, are our own trophies, from the wreckage of the destroyed Heavy Patrol, purified and repaired to be re-used as weapons to defend our Holy Empire......"

I have seen many revered Imperial priests in my previous military career, but few have aged enough to work with such enthusiasm as he did. The death penalty of imperial commissars often only sustained them from attacking without fleeing, and it was the priests, priests, and bishops of the Church who really boosted morale. In many cases, it was these clergymen in robes and armed with scepters or chainsaws who were the first to rush into the enemy's ranks.

But here, the old man was destined to be impossible to go into battle, and now he could only maintain his morale by guò non-stop speeches, and because of his body, I am afraid that he would not be able to hold out until the moment of the strings.

Sylvia beckoned to a nearby captain, motioning for him to take the helm first, then walked over to the old man and asked for the communicator.