Enwei IV, this is an ancient giant, its body is almost gaseous, but the high-pressure interior has a pretty good gravity, but this is not the gravitational range of the star, it is a free child, and separated from its brothers and sisters, if it takes hundreds of millions of time, it may become a star, and then a new star system will be born, but it has nothing to do with the Empire, and it has nothing to do with Alan Baier.

The Imperial Lord only knew that from the window of the battleship, the pale blue spiral planet looked beautiful in the weak light of the star, and its appearance appeared peaceful and quiet, but it could never become a human home without the star, at most it could be mined, but even then it maintained a terrifying speed of about 800 kilometers per hour, moving forward with the inertia of the time when it broke away from the mother star.

No one knows where it will go, and even at such a high speed, it has been observed by the Empire to be on a path for hundreds of years, so its front is full of craters, craters from asteroid and gravel impacts.

Its moons, or a mass of debris-like stones, each the size of an asteroid fortress, though not densely packed, moved forward at a rather frightening speed, forming an extremely fast ring, an elliptical ring, and then settling at a particular speed.

Poldro will soon join them in the dance, they will need to reach the limit of the sub-light engine in a physical posture during this time, and then use the inertia of the planet's gravity to throw themselves out, according to the calculations they need to circle the world three times, reach the maximum speed and break through the deadly gravitational zone with maximum force, and rely on that energy to achieve a balance of speed and fuel consumption.

This is a rare feat in the history of the Empire, relying on a massive celestial body to accomplish an unprecedented interstellar extreme sport, but the Contemplative Array has already given a feasible answer, and without the ability to travel in subspace, such madness is required to accomplish the projected strategic deployment.

Even if inertia doesn't help them get to their destination, then the liege lands along the way can help, so as long as they fly out normally, then the worst is not too bad.

The thought of a sense of excitement permeating the ships here, and if such a tactic was successful, they would have left a very important tactic in the history of the empire to support them from short distances, even if a huge planet that was moving forward rapidly and wandering was very rare in the universe, because it was more of a situation for them to be locked by stars.

But even so, you can make yourself go down in history, why not be excited? At the end of the 40,000 years of human civilization, there are not many achievements that can be recorded, even if there is a lot of history missing, it has been 10,000 years, and how many capable people have accomplished many miracles and achievements in 10,000 years?

The closest path to success and documentation is just around the corner, and just a small flight over the star ring can add a touch of color to the experience of the Poldello miracle.

It is not difficult for the powerful warships of the Empire to circle the star belt, and the heavy Adamantite can completely ignore a large number of celestial threats, unless its mass and speed far exceed the level of the battleship, but even so, the information delta composed of the Ponderor Array, the Diviner, and the Navigator can also meet the detection of the Imperial warship, so it can avoid foreign objects when the distance beyond the field of view is countless times.

Moreover, the crew of the Poldero ships is the elite of the elite, and they are not at all afraid of the so-called extreme stars, but on the contrary, this world that wanders and grazes the borders of the Empire and is vital to strategy is even rarer, and the Empire is a cruel pragmatist society, so no one wastes precious fuel and materials on creating miracles.

So the empire is old, corrupt, and doesn't move forward and doesn't take risks, rather than a sufficiently vibrant world, but that doesn't mean that people don't like extreme sports, it's just that the scale can no longer reach a large enough situation, at most the extreme actions of some madman.

Therefore, for the members of the Portero, this operation was in the right place at the right time and constituted a special extreme operation.

The people inside the battleship were happy and talked about the few recorded and necessary miracles of the Empire in this beautiful world, and this society was so contradictory, worshipping great sacrifices and wars while advancing pragmatism in the extreme, while at the same time squandering the countless resources of the Empire in the cosmic sea.

But at this moment, it makes sense, when the captain looked at the huge world from the bridge, his heart was full of anticipation, his breath became long, like the last sigh after sex*, he was one of the few adventurers in the empire, so he looked forward to it. "It's amazing, three times around such a beautiful world, it's a wanderer, just like me."

His poetry was soon interrupted, and Alan Barer looked at the world with a little interest. "It's so beautiful, I don't know how much promethium essence gold can be dug up, in the long history of wars in the empire, maybe there is a line that can make such a wandering fortress."

The captain scolded a little angrily. "Do you have to drag everything into war?"

"But we're in the middle of a war, whether you like it or not, and even our jump is for war." Alan Bair emphasized this and tore the few poetic powders to death, but he still couldn't suppress the excitement in Poldero, something that many people who still had dreams loved for life.

After all, dancing with such a celestial body can be said to be one of the few romances in the history of the Empire's brutal wars.

And this kind of romance should be enjoyed by oneself, this is the general feeling of Pordero, and it is why they are happy, and those mixed emotions finally exploded today.

With the cooperation of many people, the huge hull of the Poldro made a beautiful turn with more agility than its huge body, cutting into the ring of stars with many objects flowing slowly, and the gravitational pull here carried Pordro to accelerate slowly, and it felt like sitting on an elevator.

This feeling is not bad, it feels like his body is being slowly pulled and his soul is out of his body, but this feeling is adjusted to the level of the human body by the contemplative array under the gravitational sorcery of the Mecha Sect, although it is always a little different, after all, according to the captain, they have accelerated a full eighty kilometers per hour in just a few minutes, you must know that this is the extra acceleration of a huge metal dragon in the voyage.

Under normal circumstances, the Empire would need to exert a terrible fuel consumption of dozens of times more than usual per kilometer, and moving at full speed was therefore considered a tactical operation, rather than every normal state, which would make the nuclear reactors of the Imperial warships need to be cooled and the fuel would be overused.

But what makes people more mind-blowing than those complicated calculations or adjustments are the small meteors that are gravitationally caught around the planet, which may be the size of a battleship, but because of the distance, they look like arrows flying one by one with afterimages, turning into a dense light and shadow like raindrops in a huge distance of almost a thousand kilometers.

But the reality is that the space between them is very large, and it can accommodate many warships, many, many.

This is the edge of the galaxy closest to Roaming Harbor, the light is cold, but it is still there, and those rays show the wonder to mankind, like the emperor's reward for the brave among his children, but no recording equipment in the empire can record this scenery intact, more or less comparable to being in the scene.

Miss Nova therefore wrote in the hope that her pen and ink would proclaim a glimmer of beauty to the people of the Empire, for its pale blue-white planets twinkled in the light of the stars, carrying thousands of beautiful meteors and marching with the Imperial warships.

However, unlike the playful and angry scolding of Poldero when he entered, her crew went into combat mode at great speed, the navigator reported any possible impact with precise words, and the captain and his sailors kept Poldello precise and extreme, relying on the strong gravitational pull of the wandering planet and its inertia to wander forward, an inertia that could accelerate the planet forward, and would not be drawn into the upper part of the gravitational range, resulting in deceleration and inability to get rid of the force.

It is equivalent to pulling a hair from a lion, but even this only proves that humans can live in the void, not conquer the universe.

This extremely large world is cruel and beautiful, heroic and lonely, human beings are too small and weak, the inertia of this planet's progress may be only equivalent to human beings walking, but for this most cutting-edge warship of human civilization, it is simply an indescribable huge energy source.

Everyone held their breath, and in just one hour, Alan Bair probably felt two definite accelerations, circling in an elliptical ring, and the battleship was moved forward by gravity and inertia each time it crossed a bend, more like a slingstone than a slingshot, except that a slingstone would never be launched, but would circle the void at a fairly average speed.

In the end, little by little, such a high pressure needs to maintain the expected 14 standard terra hours to ensure that the battleship reaches the quasi-speed, but the concept is that Poldero has always maintained the most accurate gravitational outer ring range, which can be thrown and accelerated steadily at any time.

But don't forget that the whole gravitational force is not a good circle because the planet is moving forward, although it is an ellipse-like circle, but in the acceleration it is more elliptical, each circle, each segment needs to be changed accurately at each acceleration, almost killing everyone's brain cells, so they have the luxury of preparing 10 navigators, all of them are seasoned veterans, even so, they can't last an hour on average.

The rotation can't make up for its spiritual energy consumption in a short time, and it can remain stable at the beginning, and as time passes little by little, the faster the speed, the more tired the crew becomes, and the more extreme this thing is, but the speed is not enough, they can't keep it in a state of not slowing down and get out of the star ring, too fast and can't move forward accurately, and the slightest deviation in the universe will lead to a 108,000-mile difference in the destination.

And in the 10th hour, the captain's tired expression suddenly swept away, as he shouted. "Is it a shooting star?"

This sentence makes people subconsciously look at the window that has been ignored for a long time, it is a small stone that has almost stopped, stopped, those meteors have stopped.

They reached their limit speed in the 10th hour, and although the Navigator was tired, his third eye on his forehead was constantly bleeding thick and strange viscous fluids, and there was little psionic energy left, the news meant that they could be better able to shock away from the astral gravity.

"We're standing shoulder to shoulder with the stars!" One of the crew members could not help but shout that several servants were helping the toiling navigator out of the complicated and perverted pipes and instruments, and replacing him with the most experienced old man they had ever found, the most unhurried and the most powerful psionic when he went down.

At this moment, even psionic beings will be respected, and Alan Baier resisted the urge to ask the Star Whisperer for a divination, and made an exception to salute the old navigator, who has crossed tens of thousands of subspaces and extreme void environments for humanity.

The psyker who had been disgusted all his life froze, and his psionic energy could sense the other side's mentality, even if only a little, because he was not proficient in it.

Finally, he sat on the throne with twisted pipes linked to complex sensors, and his helmet with connectors embedded in his spine, allowing him and Bordero to become one.

Accurate data began to jump with joy among the ship's contemplatives, and the captain immediately shouted. "After 3,000 kilometers, disengage, prepare the engine, the angle must not be deviated, we need to make Poldero swing as dexterous as his limbs!"

Three thousand kilometers sounds like a lot and far away, but Enwei IV is much larger than Earth, and for it to come three thousand kilometers is only one thousandth of its body, and it is not worth mentioning to the Void, but it is the whole of the Imperial Guard.

Acceleration, deceleration, angle, everyone was engrossed, stimulants and coffee became in short supply, because even if they died of heart problems after this operation, they would be able to shout to the other heroes of the Imperial Navy in the Golden Throne that they had flown to near the speed of light in the Void.

And this is a short-lived miracle, shorter than most people think, about less than 10 seconds, aiming, breaking through, Bordero broke through the ocean like a dragon, with an illusory coat, broke away from the planet's gravity, left the complex meteor swarm, and advanced to the farthest part of the void without saying a word.

Everyone collapsed, the captain asked with full wisdom. "How much deviation?"

"Captain, the navigator didn't reply, he couldn't get the information..."After this sentence, people couldn't help but worry, but things were always as everyone thought, the old man died in his place because of his poor health and high-intensity spiritual energy consumption, as if he was asleep, and the servant took the robed hero down, and the information was accurate when the new navigator sat here.

"Report, there are no errors at all, we are moving forward at an unprecedented pace!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, including the seemingly impossible Imperial Guard, as the behemoth swam into the void, the pale blue planet looked at her as if the lone traveler was thanking the Bordero for accompanying her on her journey, even if it was only a few milliseconds for it.

And now they were the same, no, they had always been the same, travelers wandering in the void to that tiny target in the infinite universe.

(End of chapter)