Witnessing the after-effects of subspace may be rhinitis, or it may be that the abnormal movement of a large area of space makes Alan Baier feel uncomfortable breathing, but as the commander of the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skadi, he still needs to do his job.

The star map of the vicinity is crudely represented in the communications, the area is called the Gulf of Damocles, and is so large that it would take even six months for an Imperial cruiser to use subspace to cross the area.

They don't have that many supplies, because it is expected that it will only take about a month to return to Skady, although the subspace is unstable, but it is basically impossible for the movement of such a small area to have a large-scale time dislocation, and if they do, it doesn't matter how many supplies they bring.

Apparently they encountered a subspace "shipwreck", although the supplies on the battleship were enough for them to sail for two or three months, but it still could not support them to leave the battlefield of the battlefield, the good news is that Tyran's tentacles have not yet arrived in this sector, and the bad news is that it is basically titanium.

There is no doubt that although they all have "tai" in their names, titanium is actually pronounced "tau", and the strength of titanium is a little weaker than that of tai, and the armor is not so exaggerated, and it is not an exaggeration to say that Alan Baier's military career is a career of opening cans.

"Staff officer, how are our soldiers doing?"

The staff officer's chattering of the Emperor's honor in the communicator was stopped by Alan Baier, who replied naturally. "Apparently the subspace filth on the bridge is more severe, probably because of the thicker armor inside the ship, except for a few hallucinations and brawls, only a few unlucky ones accidentally spilled their lunches."

Alan Bair replied. "Ask the logistics and cooking team to get them something, it's not yet a situation where we need to suppress supplies, and we'll be going on a long sub-light trip next."

"But the Void Shield was damaged due to the previous subspace storm, and now it can't be opened for a long time, and we don't have the help of a technical sage who can repair the shield, in general, if we are attacked, someone else will have to take the lead to open the shield."

"Pray to the emperor, it's really not going well."

Alan Baier looked through the window at the brilliant sea of stars outside, the light of the stars shimmering on those things, they were not reflections, but the shining light of the suns in the countless star systems of the Milky Way that crossed countless light years and turned into stars, and the stars that covered the sky and the sun like sand and gravel were countless in the void.

What a lively universe, what a pitch-black world, the battleship has turned off most of its electronic equipment and only uses beacons to advance towards Cuadravidia, and now they are completely unable to travel subspace without the Star Whisperers, and it is estimated that it will take two months to reach Cuadravidia, a world that is not even a light year away.

But this is already the emperor's blessing, if they come out of Mandeville a little farther away, maybe this trace of silk in the void will make them starve to death in the universe.

But it is also inevitable, because Cuadravedia is the largest commercial center in the Gulf of Damocles, and three stable subspace flows roll ships here to form the core traffic linking the star area of the Gulf of Damocles, which is equivalent to a gentle and fast ocean current, and they finally arrive here in the subspace.

It's not easy, but they're still alive, the Emperor willing, and Alan Bair gives a mobilization speech on the communicator, but it still tells the soldiers that their destination changes, but it doesn't matter where the Emperor's soldiers go, as long as they can kill the aliens.

The second lieutenant is in the armory at the moment, listening to the conversation in the communicator, and chatting with the mechanical priest girl, he strokes the sentry mecha in the armory, he is lucky to be chosen as the driver of this loyal machine, because he is proficient in machinery, because he is a driver, he also naturally knows the members of the mechanical sect of logistics, and they quickly get acquainted, although the priest will not take the initiative to speak and will not answer too many questions, of course, the premise is that the second lieutenant does not do maintenance, otherwise he may see the most extreme content of the mechanical religion.

He listened to the communicator. "Subspace is terrible."

"I see my mother, who just arrived in the nest, died during the last famine in the nest, I ate a part of her to survive, I almost went crazy just now..."The second lieutenant looked at the wound cut in his arm with a tactical dagger, and he was glad that he didn't have his explosive pistol magazine with him.

The mechanical godgirl didn't say a word, she always did, in fact, the second lieutenant chatted with her only because she was more or less alive, you must know that there were three pilots in the sentry mech, and the other two often played around in their own company, but the second lieutenant found this often silent guy.

But the problem is not that she is silent, but that her database shows that the level of the Astral Army in front of her is too low, almost equivalent to the accessories of the Sentinel Mecha, if your computer can speak, you may answer, but how can you chat with the computer CPU?

The study of data craftsmen has made her humanity thinner and thinner, her body has been highly transformed, a large amount of knowledge and newly stored STC have made her unable to do too many tedious things, only prayer, faith, wisdom, and knowledge can make her feel stimulated and excited.

Fortunately, the second lieutenant was a chatterbox, and he didn't care if she listened or not, but chattered. "Do you know our captain, Alan Byer, the guy who talks in this communicator, always looking for me, although I am grateful to him for giving me the driver's position, but I have been wiping the toilet for half a year."

"He should have tasted what the bathroom smelled like..."

The mechanical priest replied lightly. "No, he doesn't need to, he's a hero." Then turning around to continue maintenance, the ensign froze, and it turns out that the changes brought about by the data craftsmen are never radical enough.

It's just that the commanders on the bridge probably can't hear the things of the people below, the navigation of the physical universe is not much more comfortable than subspace, but any information sent by the battleship may be discovered by pirates or aliens, and now that the shield of the Bordero is in trouble, it can still fight back when it encounters a small warship, but the existence of the same order of magnitude will definitely suffer.

The slowness of the sub-light engine made Alan Baier feel like he was adrift on the endless ocean rather than moving, and as one of the commanders, he could see the ship's data, as well as the electromagnetic signals detected by nearby orniths.

He drank coffee to relieve the fatigue of the voyage without knowing the sun and the moon, and the damn retro panels of the empire made his eyes ache, basically transistors or something, and the second world-level war that the ancients fought on Guterra.

But the monitoring range of this thing has actually reached the size of the moon and even more outrageous, but it looks small in the vast void, if it is in the orbit of the planet, it only takes a few seconds for the warship to let the commander of the Astral Force see the perfect star map and enemy deployment.

The premise is that you can get close to low earth orbit.

And coffee is actually not coffee, but artificially extracted caffeine, regardless of whether this thing is physically harmful or not, in fact, this is already the mildest stimulant in the empire, and the commanders of the astral army are very stressed, and coffee is almost in short supply.

After all, the commander can't get drunk, but he still needs to keep a more vigilant mind than a soldier to judge the direction of the war anytime and anywhere, and Alan Baier only thought that this thing was just a pot of water before he became a lieutenant colonel, but now he can't do without it.

Alan Baier looked at the screen, then asked the captain. "Why is there a small dot at the bottom right of the screen approaching?"

The captain replied. "The things that the bird chart has discovered, generally speaking, are asteroids or something, bound by the planet's gravity and flying towards the nearby world, the real enemy forces will send out the energy spectrum that the shield has, after all, it is a terrible thing to travel at sub-light speed without a shield in the universe, although the void is very large, and the asteroids are not so dense, but the probability of impact is not impossible."

"However, the probability of hitting an asteroid or gravel in a complete void without gravity is equivalent to the probability that a citizen of the empire will never see an emperor statue in his lifetime."

Alan Baier asked again. "Aren't we traveling at sub-light speeds? Why did this "asteroid" persist in showing for so long? ”

The captain smiled. "It's just a delay in the ornith, and asteroids also have speed, gravity won't pull them too slowly, and it will disappear from the screen later."

"Huh?"

The captain couldn't laugh, he refreshed the frequency of the bird meter and still detected it, and just now it definitely sent out a new detection pulse, even if it wasn't detected before, it has to be discovered now... And this thing has not disappeared, it is the enemy!

"Engage the enemy! Activate the Void Shield! ”

"Damn, we didn't find out in the first place!"

The seafarer shouted. "Enemy firing detected, it looks like plasma fired by an electromagnetic weapon!"

The captain is experienced and shouted at the first time. "It's titanium, damn it!"

"The sub-light engine is at full efficiency, the right rudder is full, dodge!"

The seafarer replied. "Full speed ahead!"

After about a few chaotic seconds, the battleship started in an orderly manner, dodging a salvo without a void shield, but Titanium's weapons were not only plasma, but also railgun arrays, which were equipped with a small amount of self-navigation ability compared to plasma, which could autonomously maneuver in the void, and a moment later, a violent light curtain erupted from the left.

The captain shouted. "Turn on the camera and project the enemy!"

After a fluctuation, the main screen of the battleship appeared in the shape of an enemy battleship, which was a pale yellow battleship marked with the good way logo, shaped like a fish, or similar to a manta ray, flat and with a distinct "tail", and countless blue thrusters propelled on its rear wings, compared to the left and right flanks of the Imperial warships similar to ancient warships, the titanium battleship is more similar to the space X-wing fighter in Star Wars.

The captain spoke. The phrase "Emissary" is the standard High Gothic word meaning Ambassador, and the Ambassador rank was originally designed for high-ranking members of the Water Clan, Titan Clan commanders, and the Aether Clan, and only then for combat.

They are also used as large merchant ships, and in addition to their size, she is well armed enough to defend themselves in any battle with all but the most powerful enemy capital ships.

These ships are now very common in the Titanium Empire's starfields, as they are the first new type to be developed and modified, and they may be added to the Defender fleet as new additions.

And the captain judged almost instantaneously. "Use the light spear, the enemy's shield is not thick, and you can directly carry out fixed-point overload!"

The seafarer shouted. "Captain! Only a tenth of the light spear array on the left is intact, and the electromagnetic cannon just now has made our weapons disable! ”

The captain asked. "How long does it take for the Void Shield to activate?"

The seafarer replied. "Three minutes!"

The captain scolded. "It's too slow! Three minutes is enough for the enemy to shoot again, and no matter how strong the Poldero's armor is, it can't be so bad! Turn right flank maneuver! ”

The seafarer shouted. "Full! Pull the right full! ”

After about half a minute, the Titanium Empire battleship on the screen finally couldn't see clearly, obviously the enemy didn't expect the Bordello not to counterattack, but to give energy to the sub-light engine with all its might, and at this moment the whole fleet breathed a sigh of relief.

"The God Emperor is above, the bird is unresponsive, we succeeded!" The seafarers cheered, but the captain remained vigilant. "Go to the damage tube, the light spear can't fail!"

"Yes!" The seafarers immediately gave the order and methodically directed the Imperial Navy to carry out the restoration work.

But the Titan would not let go of the humans in front of them, they did not fail, but blocked their own signals, and when the abrupt gravitational beams hit the right side of the Poldero, the wails and body tremors of the ship's hull made Alan Baier almost fall.

A moment later, a communication invitation appeared on the big screen, and the captain looked at the loss on the right side of the battleship and turned on the communicator with a painful expression.

The kind of alien blue leather thing with no nose appeared on the screen, wearing a white cloak, very old, looking at the logo on the chest, it should be a diplomat of the Water Clan.

"Mankind, we only carry out cultural exchanges for the sake of the superior good path, I," Yi. Arnold. But the fate of the heir of Littern has been mentioned, and I ask you whether to join the Titanium Empire. "That old thing's stumbling Gothic is an earache, and if his name is translated directly in Gothic, it probably means calm sea, only annoying enough...

The captain almost scolded, scolding the damn alien in his native low goth, but Alan Bair walked unhurriedly, speaking in a standard imperial accent.

"Dear Titanium, diplomat of the Water Clan, I have admired the good way for a long time, we didn't even fight back just now, the tyranny and pressure of the empire have exhausted us physically and mentally, we have actually just left the world of the empire, just to survive."

"We've been through countless wars and searched for miracles, but in the Bay of Damocles, no one is greater than the idea of the Aether."

"Can you accept my invitation, we will send a diplomatic corps to meet on your warship, to show our loyalty."

The Water Clan diplomat rarely saw such an attitude in front of humans, and he was a little surprised, but he still nodded. "To the fullest extent, for the sake of the best way."

Alan Bair replied. "For the sake of the best way."

The alien closes the communicator line, and the captain begins to draw his gun with a ghostly expression. "Heresy!"

The staff officer also looked at his regiment commander in disbelief...

Alan Bair pressed the captain's arm. "What's the hurry, prepare a Taiwan transport ship, the kind with a drill bit, I choose the most elite person in the group, put on a spacesuit, let's jump gang."

"Activate the Void Shield during this time, and if you jump successfully, you will immediately open the distance, if I die, then leave immediately, if the emperor blesses, we succeed, my soldiers and I will use the Titanium Clan's spaceship to get close to the Imperial World to find support, and our departure will also reduce the food and energy loss of the battleship."

The captain and staff officer fell silent, and then the staff officer raised his hand. "Take me."

"Your soldiers need morale."

Alan Baier just said. "If you don't want to die, you haven't tasted the plasma of titanium heresy, have you? When you come here, you will definitely try the local produce. ”

The staff officer replied. "Of course!"

After a while, the three hundred most elite non-commissioned officers, ensigns, wearing carapace armor and holding deflagration guns, as well as the spacesuits of the jumping gang and several hot melt plasma grenades, the luxurious equipment was amazing.

They loaded the bullets, Alan Bair turned on the communicator on the transport plane, and said naturally. "We are ready to go to the shelter of the Supreme Path, my lord."

Then turn off the communicator and say to the other soldiers. "Let them see what the Emperor's Iron Fist looks like."

Veterans of the 4th Infantry Regiment of Skady raised deflagration guns, hot melt guns, plasma guns and chanted. "For the Emperor!"

In the feeling of acceleration, the transport ship slowly left the battleship, drawing an arc of death in the starry sky.

For the sake of the best way! (Madness)

(End of chapter)