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Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, another month passed.

The forty-first millennium is coming to an end, and the stormy empire will usher in the forty-second millennium.

However, the demonic invasion that Qin Mo had expected still did not happen.

The Tyrone Star Zone has invested too much financial and material resources in the Dead Realm defense line, and the colonization activities within 400 light years of the Dead Realm have also been stopped, if it were not for the insurance company to pay for the forced suspension of colonization activities, the people who went to colonize the Dead Realm 3 before would have lost all their money.

Nearly one million people from the 20 regiments of the Tyrone Army were evacuated from the original defense area and entered the network tunnel, and a total of 4 million people with logistics personnel lived in the newly built space station in the network tunnel, and they adapted to the living environment inside the network from scratch.

The most nightmare for an individual is not that there is no day or night in the network, but that every time he goes to the observation deck of the space station to try to relax, he can only see the subspace creatures outside the golden light curtain of the network, and even the Red Planet with a hideous face...... The only thing that makes people feel reassuring is that these things can't get into the network no matter how much they try.

The shattered membrane and veil of reality are gradually recovering themselves.

The entire sector is preparing for a subspace invasion that never seems to come.

……

Tyrone's Gate Defense Zone.

North Continent Galaxy.

North Star Port.

An Imperial transport ship entered the starport at the request of the Tyrone Navy patrol fleet for inspection, and when the ship was dragged into the starport berth by the towing beam, the doors of the entire ship opened, and countless sentry drones poured into the ship to search all corners of the ship, and reminded all the crew members to walk out of the ship under the guidance of the drone.

A total of 150,000 crew members were taken out and navigated through the valley-like structure of the canyon floor of the special berth in the starport.

Zach was one of the 150,000 people, looking around as he walked slowly through the crowd.

The sky was full of drones, drone after drone swooping down from the sky, scanning any target they felt suspicious.

It was raining, and that rain was a very potent but particularly unpleasant disinfectant.

On the top of the left and right sides of the canyon floor-like environment are the North Pleiades Defenses that are teleporting, these local soldiers are also wearing power armor and holding laser rifles with scopes in their hands, and they stand at the top and look down at the people below, who can't see the expression of contempt or pity under their helmets.

Zach felt like one of the ants crawling in the crevices of the gutter, being treated with no dignity.

But the other "ants" didn't care, because 99% of their lives were in a more undignified situation than they are now, but they felt that the "rain" that fell from the sky, although it smelled bad, was much clearer than the acid rain in the nest, and it was just right for bathing.

"This is the forty-fifth time this month, right?"

"Forty-sixth, sir."

"The forty-sixth time? O Lord of Tyrone. ”

Zach heard someone talking about something at the top of the right, two hundred meters away from him.

"Why do we always have to help clean up the ships of the Empire that have been blown to us by subspace storms? You'll have to feed them, modify the dimensional engine, and send them back...... It's the forty-sixth time, why can't they honestly use the Dimension Engine? ”

"The Primordials are advancing the use of the Dimensional Engine, sir."

"I hope he can ...... sooner To apply for a hundred and fifty tons of food, we must feed and drink these frightened brethren in the storm before leaving. ”

"Yes, sir."

150,000 men continued their way through the bottom, inspected and disinfected, and entered the Settlement Warehouse at the bottom of Starport, a warehouse that was originally used to store parts for battleships, and was now vacated to house Imperial ship crews who had been lost to the North Continent.

Soon the drones flew in and delivered food to the crowd.

The Starport staff already had experience, and they sent a dense storm of transport drones at once, because if they didn't send so many drones at once to make people think that they could get food without scrambling, then these people who had been lost in the subspace storm for a long time would immediately fight.

During the meal, the Anglican priest called on everyone to pray to the emperor and thank him for the food.

Of course, the people did so, gathered around, recited aloud hymns to the emperor, and then began to eat.

At this time, a guard who maintained order noticed Zack, because Zack was a teenager, very young, and looked immature and fragile.

The guards walked up to Zach and took out the allotment of sugar and put it in the soup on Zack's plate.

"Thank you, sir." Zach looked up in thanks, then continued to gobble up.

The soldier sat next to the boy, his helmet opening with a snorting sound, and the cold air used to balance the temperature sprayed from the inside of the helmet into the surrounding environment, and Zach could see his face clearly.

The face of a weather-beaten middle-aged man.

"The cloth on your forehead is soaked with disinfectant." The guards saw that the cloth strap on Zack's forehead was constantly dripping disinfectant into the rice on the plate, and wanted to help Zach untie the cloth band.

But Zach didn't use the guards to do anything, and opened the cloth belt himself.

At that moment, the guards froze in place.

Because on Zach's forehead, underneath the disinfectant-soaked cloth tape was an eye.

The eye seemed to have been closed for a long time, had been cemented by the granules, and had even begun to degenerate, but it was barely enough to tell it was an eye.

Three-legged people are more common in the nest, and three-eyed people are not common, as the three eyes are the hallmark of the navigator, and the guards have seen the three-eyed navigator when the North Pleiades system also uses a subspace engine.

"You're from the Navigator family?" The guard asked.

"What is the Navigator Family?" Zach asked rhetorically as he ate.

"Your ship doesn't have a dimensional engine, don't you have a navigator?" The guard asked again.

"Are you talking about the three-eyed man? My father is the Three Eyes, and he can guide our ships. "But he's dead, when I was a kid, the last time a ship entered subspace." ”

Zach continued.

"When I was a child, my father died the last time a ship entered subspace, and he told me a lot of things before he died, about subspace, about sailing, but he didn't mention the navigator you mentioned...... Is this the adjective for the three-eyed man in this galactic culture? ”

"My father wanted me to continue directing the ship, but I failed him, because until now I still can't open my third eye or sense his psionic powers."

After listening to what Zach said, the guard nodded.

Zach was obviously not a navigator, as if he had psionic powers, he would have been found out before he entered the starport and then guarded alone.

However, the Navigator family is a nobleman with a good status, how can there be a descendant who can't even open his third eye and doesn't know what the Navigator is?

Even the teenager's eyes deteriorated......

The guards didn't understand what was going on.

"Your Excellency." Zach was full, put down the plate and put the rest of the food in a leather pocket and hung it around his waist, turned his head and asked the guard, "What time is it?" ”

"The forty-first millennium, the last year, and the last year is almost over." Said the guard.

"Oh. Thank you for telling me. Zach nodded, "My dad told me when I was eight years old that I was 42, so it seems my dad remembered it wrong...... He's always crazy. ”

(End of chapter)