The Void has become a graveyard, countless sunken warships are like the tombstones of the Empire, and the deep space sites that grow and populate are like giant clock towers that remember the dead.

Whether they are the heroes of the empire or the greedy traitors, they are now far away from the cold and the void, and their souls are returned to the highest heavens, only the smoke from the unburned air inside the ship, and only the bits and pieces of transport planes in the shards of adamantite gold, collecting resources and information that can be used, such as the enemy's individual skill level or equipment.

It's just that the traitors have different levels of equipment and no unified means of maintenance, so such information is of little value, and it is difficult to crack the encrypted important information in a short time, even if the Star Whisperers are all language masters and proficient in cryptography, it is difficult to understand the complex and changeable encrypted language that has been interfered with by subspace in a short time.

Those things become irrelevant when the enemy is close, and the Empire's small warships are called upon to hide in the endless wreckage of warships in the war zone, while they also have to be wary of the scattered, routed remnants of the enemy coming back.

After the destroyers were filled with torpedoes, the number of warships of the Imperial Guard had been reduced to more than ninety, and more than 60,000 heroic souls had died, all of whom were soldiers and civilians of the loyal Imperial Navy, who devoured their souls mercilessly, those sufferings, those pains, but they did more to the enemy before their souls returned to the throne, and lived up to the name of the elite of the Empire.

Their loved ones would never see the hero again, and they were turned into pathetic blocks of ice by the merciless void, scattered as the battleship cracked, illuminating the future of the empire like a sky full of stars.

On the warships of the Empire, all the soldiers and civilians bowed their heads, facing the names of countless dead compatriots on the holographic screen, and paid silent tribute to the flesh and blood brothers who had never met or remembered them vividly, the officers took off their hats, the sailors no longer maintained the decks, and the voices of the Imperial Admirals made their last prayers for them.

"Onward!" His voice was heroic and long, shouting. "Onward, through the sea of mist, the icy void, the ship of the soul, high over, black hole, comet, star or star, forward!"

"Since our ancestors, our fathers, our egos, and humanity have roamed this place, looking for a place to stay, countless sacrifices, countless pains, countless deaths, and still, the cornerstone of the empire in the void, flesh and blood, singing higher than the boundless galaxy, singing, singing!"

The navies looked up in unison. "In that cold star, the storm is merciless, far from the warmth, and in this empty tomb you will see the battleship rise and fall in the void, far from the mad stars, far from the empty tomb."

Their voices were low, this is the ancient song of this star sector, which has been passed down from the expedition to the present day, representing the truth of this universe, and the faintness, hope.

Suddenly, their voices pitched in unison. "Why don't you ride the wind like a pretty bird of prey?! Ride the wind, Soul of the Empire! Far from the crazy stars, away from the empty tombs......"

The singing stopped, and when the brave people lay down and did not want to get up because of the tiredness of exploration, their bodies rotted, their souls sublimated, the gloom was gone, they no longer needed to wander, they returned to their homes, their souls no longer wandered.

And in these graves, the war will not stop, the prayers and farewells are short-lived, and those who are still alive have entered the fighting posture again, just like most people's misunderstanding of the Imperial Navy, they are elegant, free, and even too loose compared to the army, and this group of gentlemen is also the core force that has maintained the empire to this day, and it cannot be questioned.

They crossed tombs, layers of wreckage, tombstones, madness, and now, their wanderings will continue until humanity has conquered the universe once and for all.

The Admiral stopped his prayers, he looked at the countless approaching red dots in the soothsayer, and the attack began, this time the Imperial Navy had to be faster-paced, deeper, and more accurate, and his pressure could be imagined.

He listened to the communicator, and in the rapid buzz, he realized that the war had begun again, and the drone of the Titanium Clan issued a warning, and the estimated number was three hundred warships, three times that of the Imperial Navy, but the Evil Omen Ark did not appear, and the admiral breathed a sigh of relief, he understood that with this number of remaining warships plus the Evil Omen Ark, the Empire had no chance of victory.

At this point, the entire Imperial Navy held their breath, this time they did not attack as fast as last time, it was not that the artillery bombardment was useless, but they needed to wait, the war was not only about inclined firepower, but also about some old treacherous giants.

The enemy can't bypass this cemetery, it's a natural bunker, and the huge range also determines that they can't bypass, otherwise the slow speed will cause the army to advance slowly and be attacked by more firepower, and bypassing it also means exposing the flanks and being easily attacked by the Empire.

They realized that the empire had special means of reconnaissance, so they no longer took information risks, and learned from the experience of the total annihilation of the forward troops, and they became more vigilant, and this vigilance became their shortcoming.

As the enemy's large forces approached the area called the cemetery, the remains of countless battleships hindered the shooting, and they naturally slowed down and searched for the wreckage to analyze the situation, and they did not expect that among those remains, the destroyers of the Imperial Navy had been waiting for a long time.

The captain of the Imperial Navy looked at the ornith, he turned off the communicator, the plasma engine, hid behind the ruins in such a posture that the torpedoes could shoot from both sides, he looked at the command point at the approaching enemy, the number was huge, there was no doubt.

He cleared his throat and said. "This is the end." Without much emotion, without looking afraid, he had already prepared, he was the rear admiral of the Empire, and the captain of the Empire, he gave up everything to join this chorus, and wanted that voice to be long, spread throughout the void, with his life and the powerful soul of this loyal sword-class destroyer.

In the intricate corpses of the battleships of the countless flickering sparkling ruins, the traitor-operated soul trembled at the discovery of the Empire's warship, and it visibly hesitated, and the next few torpedoes sank into its massive body, and tens of thousands of enemies died in the flickering light.

And there was not just an enemy next to the battleship, but the torpedo was gone, and the captain looked at the dense red dots in his bird divination instrument, and spoke without hesitation. "Impact!"

The plasma engine burned, the pre-heated engine started, and the sword-class battleship that had been in service for many years was at full temperature, and the captain raised his wine glass, the red wine swayed, and he shouted in a buzzing tremble.

"Come and sing loudly, a cup to my comrades-in-arms, a glass to my compatriots, a glass to my lover, a confused trip, no matter how difficult it is to get together, move forward! For the emperor! ”

Massive mass was gathering in propulsion, the bright plasma engine shimmered far beyond the mortal soul, the machine was roaring, and the enemy bird was on the ornith, the battleship looked bright red.

Countless shells, light spears, and even a few torpedoes were fired like thunder, and in order to hide, they turned off the Void Shield, because the Void Shield generator had huge energy fluctuations, and at this point, countless shells smashed directly on the battleship, the shield area, the crew lounge, the command post, except for the power system, one by one.

At the same time, several small star-like transport planes left the ship and sacrificed their lives to the enemy battleship in the distance, they looked at their former homeland, the huge ship fearlessly advanced, the light of its machine soul was extremely dazzling, and at the same time, the flanking compatriots jumped the boat was evaporated by the enemy's close defense guns, and only half of the transport planes touched the outside of the enemy's battleship......

The sword-level's massive ramming angle still pierced the boundless void, the sharp front section embedded in the enemy's interior, and the interior of a battleship far larger than it and more powerful than it detonated its core, and the plasma caused a huge explosion after a brief failure, and the scorching flames swallowed the entire area.

And such a situation is constantly repeated in the theater of operations, the enemy is deep in it, and now at the price, countless heroes of the empire exchange all of their own, for all of the enemy, at close range, torpedoes, ramming, broadside battles, without stopping for a moment.

The entire area of the tomb turned into a human purgatory, exploding, dying, and the powerless ships in the ensuing war against the Ark of Evil Omen all gave up everything and approached the enemies of the Empire, they were far more effective than ordinary fire attack ships, but the cost was indescribable.

The senior admiral took off his hat and watched as the dense red and green dots on the bird apparatus faded away, a situation he had rarely experienced in his long war career, he felt suffocation, which was very rare, and he did feel that long-lost sense of powerlessness now.

He held up a glass of high-alcohol Amset, and swallowed it into his stomach, this thing would not intoxicate him, this old sailor, old captain, old commander, who loved freedom in his heart, and who wanted to swim in the void without fear, then he had to give up everything, such as kindness, or, tolerance.

He stood up with a red face, his crumpled cheeks tinged with wine, and spoke to the fleet.

"Free souls of the Emperor, fire the cannons, avenge the brothers, so that they cannot get out of this cemetery, bury them together, and let the flames become a requiem for the enemies and brothers!"

Fire, fire, endless anger turned into actual cannonballs, the light shone all over the cemetery, the heat that bloomed was bright red like blood, sprinkled all over the place, and they didn't know when they would meet those compatriots again, they had to say goodbye, with artillery fire, those guys who sang together, it was time to leave them.

The long, continuous, painful and violent requiem ended, and the whole cemetery was reduced to silence, not a single battleship left, and they were victorious, and at the expense of 50 battleships, destroying a large number of the enemy's living forces, leaving only heavy cruisers and battleships, leaving those loyal souls to suffer.

The admiral let out a long breath of hot air, turning into a weak white mist in the cold circulating air, he looked at the empty bird diviner, stood up, and was about to declare a phased victory, but the next moment, the huge energy reaction caused the entire fleet to sound a buzzing warning.

An Omen Ark came, it was as big as a planet, it was slow, surrounded by countless warships, and the drones of the Titanium Clan did not react, there is no doubt that they discovered Titanium's tricks and destroyed those things at the same time, and now the Imperial Navy's blind trust in that information has become a problem......

The giant squeezed through the entire channel, and the battleship corpses were useless to the planetary engine, but its sheer size also meant another thing, that another Ark of Omen could not have appeared now, otherwise the gravitational pull of the two behemoths would have pulled each other and they would have collided together.

And the admiral was the first time to witness the legendary planetary engine, those behemoths that usually exist in the legends of the Empire, whether alien or heretical, are far beyond his imagination, he felt suffocated at the moment, and a holographic projection came from the remnants of the battleship, outlining the posture of this behemoth in this lightless world.

It was something like a flat, large, irregular inlay, dense of strange bumps and suffocating depressions, comparable to Terra's moon, and at the same time resembling the barnacles at the bottom of a ship.

The Admiral had seen countless bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods in his long battle career, but he had never seen this monster, his breathing stagnated for a moment, and in the next second, a large number of cannonballs and light spears attacked with a huge number far exceeding the previous enemies of the Empire, accurate and dense.

In the violent trembling, the bright light like a star made people unable to open their eyes, and the void shield of the fleet in front completely collapsed, and as long as the second round was completed, several battleships of the heavy fleet would be destroyed!

And the most important N'Angeli spaceport was also attacked by intensive shooting, but the huge size of hundreds of kilometers and the planet-level void shield on it easily resisted those crazy shots, and at the same time, Alan Baier's communication also came later.

The admiral looked at the young man in the holographic screen, and actually subconsciously felt relieved, he was a little unsure if his emotions were still stable, but he suddenly realized why so many people in the empire regarded him as a saint.

He spoke, but he stumbled, which was a great gaffe, but he quickly adjusted his attitude. "I ...... There are no losses of our battleships for the time being, but the next shot will lead to huge losses, the enemy is not stupid guys, they locked our area with titanium drones, and this shot actually deviated a lot of firepower, they did not grasp the accurate shooting distance, and next time it will only be more deadly. ”

"The Star Whisperer predicts that we will lose 10 percent of our ships in the next shot!"

Alan Bair didn't answer for a long time in the holographic projection, and after a few seconds of silence, he spoke.

"Let the battleship group to the rear of the Ngilli spaceport, I believe that the war fortress that our warriors shed their blood will not lose to the so-called heresy ark, and the light of the emperor will bless us, for the Empire!"

The admiral showed an incredible expression, but such emotions flashed, and he subconsciously felt that the lives of the soldiers should be exchanged for the safety of the spaceport, but he only now understood that if the Imperial Navy was completely destroyed, this star sector would lose the ability to be controlled by the Empire.

That is, even if it is victorious, Pangia will not be able to unify for long, and only then does the Admiral realize that the rumors he has heard that Commander-in-Chief Alan Baier wants to make the entire Star Sector into a fortress are not empty talk.

He stumbled to answer like a recruit at the moment. "Yes, for the Empire!" It's just that there is no hesitation in his words.

(End of chapter)