The prophetic power of the psyker.

In the past, Gu Fan had heard that some powerful wizards who possessed spiritual power were able to transcend the time dimension in a special way, so as to observe the scenes that would happen in the future.

Looking at Yukikaze, who was concentrating on manipulating the spaceship, it was obvious that she hadn't noticed the vision that had just happened, and even the ice crystals that had frozen on the ground had disappeared at this moment.

This made Gu Fan feel a little dazed, he didn't understand what he had experienced in that moment just now.

Those visions, which were still following the memories that flashed through his mind, became clearer each time than before.

For a moment, Gu Fan closed his eyes, and as the darkness enveloped him, he saw the gray wasteland he had seen earlier at the end of the illusion again.

In that unusually real vision, he saw countless human figures wandering silently across the wasteland as if migrating, perhaps in the tens or even hundreds of thousands.

Gu Fan didn't know where that place was, but all he could see from those compatriots was the endless pain of torture, and he himself just watched them silently.

- Like a cold sun hanging high above the wasteland.

It didn't take long for the Glorious Queen's bow to slowly orient, and her massive engine system began to warm up for the next jump voyage, and in a matter of hours, the entire fleet would be safely back to the Fourth Sector.

But just when Xue Feng successfully positioned the channel in front of her and the ship was about to enter a state of jumping, suddenly Gu Fan's voice came from behind her.

"Snow Wind, let the fleet stop."

Hearing the order, Xue Feng did not dare to slack off, and after some emergency shutdown procedures, she finally calmed down the manic engine a second before the battleship was about to take off.

Later, when Xue Feng looked back at Gu Fan, he saw that the other party's face was particularly pale, and cold sweat had oozed from his forehead, and his somewhat trance-like eyes made him look tired.

Looking at Xue Feng's burgundy pupils, Gu Fan was silent for a long time, and finally after moving his gaze to the stars in the distance, he only heard him say thoughtfully.

"Reorient the fleet, there's something I'd like to confirm."

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On the other side, in the Marne system, the military world of the Emma Empire, a massive fleet is converging here from all over the empire.

According to Empress Emilia's recent orders, almost all elite forces from all over the empire have been included in this large raiding fleet.

Among them, there are as many as fourteen super-giant inquisition ships, and these super warships that can fight an entire fleet on their own, no matter which one symbolizes the supreme glory of the empire.

By the time it is fully assembled, the Doomsday Fleet will have more than 600 battleships and 1,400 auxiliary ships of various types, and the total number of seamen and soldiers will exceed 400 million.

Since the end of the last war of independence with the Old Humans, the Emma Empire has never assembled a fleet of this size with a single target.

It is undoubtedly a supreme honor to represent the entire Emma Empire to command such a large army, and in order to be able to compete for this rare opportunity, Emma's major military families have begun to compete quietly a few days ago.

Eventually, with the support of the Clounn family's vast connections and deep pockets, a young general who was not very favored by the outside world became the commander-in-chief of the fleet.

......

Located inside the Marne's fleet fortress, Karl, as the adjutant of the operation, knocked on the captain's door with a heavy heart.

"Excuse me, Marshal Goering."

As the voice fell, after a moment of waiting, I saw a disheveled young man, slightly dissatisfied, poking his head out of the window beside him.

"Who? Don't you know I'm busy? ”

Looking at the young man's tightly knit brows and the red fragrant kiss on his neck, Carl's mood can be described as quite bad, if it weren't for the fact that the other party was his own commander, then according to his character, he would definitely scold the other party mercilessly.

But in the end, due to the difference in identity, Carl still suppressed the nameless anger in his heart, and reported to the young man who was much younger than himself with a strained face.

"Field Marshal Goering, Commander Lyle of the Seventh Fleet requested a delay of a few days for the assembly, and he and his fleet could not reach the assembly point within the scheduled time."

Hermann Goering, yes, this drunken young man in front of him is the commander-in-chief of the fleet who was elected by the family forces this time, as the eldest son of the Clouen family, any discerning person understands that this is definitely a bad decision.

However, helplessly, as an old military aristocracy, the Clone family, the forces behind it are by no means ordinary, even the empress herself has always been powerless about the existence of these noble lords.

After all, the Empress was too gentle and would always be at the mercy of the treacherous nobles, and in Karl's opinion, the Empress was not even as majestic as Clara, who was his heir.

Although she was only a little girl, the princess had already revealed her talent for domination.

After listening to Karl's report, the young man named Goering seemed very dissatisfied, and only heard him cry out impatiently.

"That's it? Is it necessary to report such a boring little thing? ”

For Goering's questioning, Karl was blocked for a while and had nothing to say.

"Tell that bullshit commander, I'm not in the mood to wait for him to get to the assembly point slowly, and all in all, the fleet will leave normally early the next morning."

Hearing this, Karl finally couldn't bear it anymore, and only listened to him persuade him in as calm a tone as possible.

"But Lyle's fleet is the main force in the Western Theater of Operations, if you leave them behind......"

However, before he finished speaking, Goering on the side could no longer help but open his mouth.

"Mr. Karl! I command you to tell me now! Who is your superior? Who is the commander of this fleet! ”

Looking at the other party's flushed fat face, Carl was really a little unable to open his mouth when he was yelled, even though he was helpless in his heart, but he could only clench his fists and say in a faint voice that was almost squeezed out of his teeth.

"Of course you...... Marshal Goering......"

Seeing the other party's answer, Goering immediately raised his eyebrows at Karl rather angrily.

"Since you understand, then get me back to your post now, do you hear?"

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In a moment, as Karl turned away with mechanical steps, the seductive gasps of the girl were heard again in the room behind him.

Listening to the voice, Karl just silently clenched his fists, looking out the window at the huge fleet that was being assembled, and at this moment his heart felt as if a mountain had been crushed.

Incomparably heavy......