Najuri's interactive panel rang as he ducked aside as a reminder that he had received a new message. Let a few flying soldiers wait in the shadows.

He frowned and took another step forward. The connection was opened. "I'm Najuri."

The image from the reminder was vaguely projected onto the interactive panel in front of him on the left: "Captain? There's something to report. We detected a soft-back signal entering the Ionan atmosphere at sub-flying velocity. ”

"Soft-back signal, Commander?"

"It's not very conclusive data, and we can't fix it. It's like a ghost. ”

"Let me see."

The reminder number is carried out on order. The image projected by the pupil switches to the ship's main detection system data stream. Nagiuri could only see a phantom trail. There is no definite mass or density on the other side.

In fact, it is customary for monitoring officers to ignore such data fluctuations as background noise. Due to the importance of the task, I chose to report to Najiuri.

"There are a lot of rebellious agents who use masking fields." Najuri judged.

"That's what I thought too," said the captain of the Reminder. "Especially the syndicate. We have seen it many times in the fight against smuggling. If this is really a masking force field, it must be a master. ”

"Agreed. Very good. ”

"Do you want us to intercept it? The reminder number has roughly determined the direction of the other party. ”

"Not necessarily."

"Shouldn't I get the reminder mark closer? Let the shelling cover Ionan, just in case—"

"No, Captain. We've got a bit of a situation on this side of the ground, and the subversive might come here and take something, maybe in exchange. If this guest is here to receive the goods, let's not startle the snake. We're going to let them take down the veil themselves. ”

"Are you really sure?"

Najuri hesitated for a moment—Kai Cain was scouting at Outpost 103, and his mission was to make sure Ionan was safe.

But everyone is competitive, and he and Cain have served together on many planets and cruised together. He hadn't seen Kai Yin for a long time, and when he saw Kai Yin again, the other party was already a noble and great cardinal general.

According to the imperial military discipline, he must call the other party a chief, which makes Nakuri feel somewhat uncomfortable, and gives birth to a trace of jealousy, which in turn stimulates his competitive spirit. He was determined to let the other party go, and if he could use it to find out deeper information, he would definitely get a promotion.

"Sure, Captain. Let's see who's coming. This time it may lead to a deeper message. He took a deep breath.

Nagiuri disconnected, and despite Kai Cain's absence in Ionan, he still made the decision, even though it wasn't wise. But he quickly found an excuse for himself, and if Cain was here, he would have made the same choice as himself.

He remembered the way Cain had worked—putting all the villains in, then watching their expressions and then solving them one by one.

"Warm reminder number, stay put! Nothing will be done," Nagiuri replied with a smile.

He came to the mouth of the largest cave. The soldiers followed. He felt relaxed and content. It feels good to have such trustworthy and smart subordinates around you.

However, the reminder mark only found the syndicate signal, and there was another signal that was completely mixed with the background noise and was completely unrecognizable.

Outer space.

A green combat ship appeared. It detached from subspace at flying speed, and the colored cockpit canopy reflected the sunlight.

The second also appeared, gray, hiding in the shadow of the green combat ship.

And then a third one came. This time it's red, hovering over Ionan's horizon.

The red ship was the largest, and it had a shuttle pod on its belly. This is the masking force field generator. Prohibited items that are serious under the laws of the Empire.

The vague ghost on the reminder sensor is it.

The hulls of all three ships are pre-Empire technology, the product of old models recovered from Junk Planet and refurbished by Black Market weaponsmiths.

Their design style is typical of a hybrid custom style: the main structure remains unchanged, and the damage to the hull is patched. Weapons systems and fire control systems purchased on the black market are installed on the ship, all of which are of different models. The proportions of the ship's armament are exaggerated compared to the smaller hulls.

Apparently, the Syndicate's ship abandoned defense and focused on attack. For the logistics system, the complicated weapon style is a real disaster, but the syndicates don't care about it, or they don't understand it.

The syndicate fleet flew in tight formation inside the masking force field, and they turned themselves into fluids.

With the sun as the background and the cover of transit interference, the three ships moved from orbit to the dark side of Ionan.

Korren Zago is notoriously overconfident and swaggering, but now he's distraught as he stands in the ship. It's like having obsessive-compulsive gaze disorder, and the eyeballs are uncontrollably looking at the side of the day. Delusional vision of the other hemisphere through Ionan's thick crust.

The subordinates read strange feelings from the leader. A bold henchman asked, "Boss?" What happened to you? ”

Koren Zago looked at him in a blur: "You know. The voice...... Calling me. ”

"Boss?"

Zago: "That's weird, huh? The summoning of the underworld is like the starry sky speaking. I know...... I knew I had to get it. I knew it had to be mine. Did you hear that? That voice? Yes, you must have heard that. ”

The syndicate members looked at each other. How did the boss hear the noise of the ship's engine running abnormally?

What's going on here?

Koren Zago was still muttering, "Listen, listen. Each of us is qualified......"

The crew members were suspicious, but out of respect or fear for the leader, they still listened quietly one by one.

Slowly, the eyes of the crew began to be in a trance, and someone began to mumble to themselves: "That's right...... Yes...... Yes...... We are all qualified. ”

The team entered the atmosphere, shielded themselves with the help of a sandstorm, and then split up and quickly rushed to the target location.

The syndicate team didn't expect that in addition to them, the Empire, and the Paladin Order, there were four groups of people who fought the idea of Rayast!

Three gangs of people, to be exact!

At the moment, two galaxies are out.

A dagger-shaped starship is heading towards Ionan at breakneck speed.

A spy ship, only one-twentieth the length of the Darkstar, is quietly dormant in subspace. Its invisibility deceived the warm reminder and even the dark asterisk.

On the ground, Blue Feather had already entered the wind-blown sand ravine, and the system of the tactical eyepiece suddenly began to connect automatically. This means that someone is wearing the same tactical eyepiece.

Sure enough, the eyepiece received the image: "Hello, Captain, nice to meet you." ”

Lan Yu replied to Ludwig with a smile: "I didn't expect such a coincidence, Alfred. I saw you here. ”