Surprisingly, nothing went wrong with the fleet's entire subspace voyage—meaning departure, leaping into subspace, sailing, confirming bearings, and then jumping out of subspace to reach the target galaxy.

Everything is normal, even normal to the point of lacklustreness. Since the Great Rift unfolded, the damage that inevitably occurs during every subspace voyage has been minimal. It was as if they were not moving through the chaotic, unpredictable, and directionless currents of the subspace on the dark side of the Empire, but in a trance back to the time of the Great Expedition, a time when the subspace was nearly calm and waveless, and the fleets of the Empire could sail freely.

This fact is all the more fantastical, considering that the course from Medusa to Jerick itself is almost directed at the eye of fear.

Various parties in the fleet have made some interpretations of this phenomenon from their own perspectives, some believe that it is nothing more than an accidental phenomenon within a fortuitous phenomenon, and some try to find variables in the course of this voyage. There were also a handful of very outrageous speculations that were so outrageous that they were wiped out internally by the Iron Hand themselves before they could reach Ferus's ears.

In fact, there is nothing mysterious about the answer. It may have been a chance that subspace happened to be calm, but the navigation was accurate because of the fact that after more than half a year on the Talon of Doom, Ferus Manus had successfully replicated the barely usable "Paper Moon" navigation system in the real universe, and assembled it on the flagship Fist of Steel during the voyage, and began to put it into use.

Of course, compared with the genuine "Plane Moon", it has great deficiencies in observation performance, ease of use, stability and computing power, but it is good enough for the current empire. What's more, as a product of the Otherworld, the "Plane Moon" is likely to be a unique product, but the "Paper Moon", which is completely based on Imperial technology, has the possibility of mass production.

Ferrus judged that there was still room for further refinement of the prototype, and that it might be a little longer before he revealed it to the Mechorder, who worked with the Warband, and instructed them to try and make an STC in it.

Back to now: the Fist of Steel-led fleet safely jumped out of subspace from Mandeville Point in the target system and began searching for Jerick's location in the inaccessible area. This part of the work is also very smooth, the position of the planet has indeed changed naturally over the past 10,000 years, but it has not been able to escape the calculations of the Iron Hand and the observation of Debit. The fleet's orniths happened to pick up its reflection at a good distance, and all the ships began to move towards it in a dense and neat formation.

Then comes the most exciting, but also the most likely part of the process: Ferus Manus must signal to shut down the orbital defenses of Mimir's Treasury as he approaches the planet. Back then, in order to prevent the outflow of forbidden equipment and knowledge that should not be in the world, Gorgon's arsenal designed a rather tight and terrifying security system for his vaults - such as anti-aircraft fire, which burned all ships approaching the planet's orbit in the void, or weapons that could inadvertently catch the fleets in orbit in a spatial sense, drag the entire fleet to the planet and cause it to crash, and destroy the treasure vault itself along with it.

After Istavan V., there have been a number of Iron Hand clans who have tried to overcome the obstacles set up by their original bodies, and even if they succeeded, they were all severely struck by it. For Ferus himself, this loss was unwarranted - he didn't want to open up some of the forbidden knowledge, but just to take a piece of the collection that he needed to use at the moment.

Although he knew that there must be many people in this fleet who did not think so.

The Primordials' hand-built protections were exquisite, but now that 10,000 years had passed, and no one had tended to maintain them during that time, almost everyone in the fleet wondered whether they would continue to work as smoothly as they had done before—except for Ferus Manus himself, and Gorgon's apparent confidence in his past work.

Standing on the bridge, facing the unadorned console of the Fist of Steel, where even the shell was stingy, and where the Contemplative Array was bluntly exposed, the Primordial inserted the data port on the backpack into it, looking at the waterfall of data flowing on the screen for himself. The Avigni clan guarded his side, holding their breath and not letting go for a moment. But even the most experienced and learned veterans among them were almost hopeless and equally relieved to realize that no matter how much flesh and blood they gave up and how many thought extensions and modifications they added to themselves, they would never be able to keep up with the speed of the original body's thinking.

In the band invisible to the naked eye, the Fist of Steel is carrying out extremely efficient data reception and feedback. The beeping of the bird beep is endless, and each beep represents a key authentication and the sending and receiving of the requested information. The Iron Hand Primordial is relying on this process to disarm the perimeter of the planet's defenses, which involves too many rings of ciphertext, nested calculations, passwords generated by pseudo-random numbers that only Ferrus himself knows, and complex decoding sequences, all of which have tight time constraints in the process of each authentication.

With the exception of the Prototype, no one has the mental capacity to decipher such complex algorithms, and some of these certifications are only known to Ferrus himself. And even if the other protologist manages to pass all of the above steps, he will have to face one final method of authentication: fingerprints.

This may sound very ridiculous. While fingerprint authentication still exists in today's empire, it's not completely disappearing for reasons that are more about convenience than security. And, because it's too easy to fake a person's fingerprint, it's accepted even among mortals in areas where fingerprint authentication is used, and it should be used in conjunction with at least several other authentication methods, such as retina authentication or voiceprint authentication.

However, the problem is completely different for Ferus Manus: even if someone were able to forge the fingerprints of an original object, they would not be able to forge the special living metal material on the fingertips of the Iron Hand.

Unlike his brothers and heirs, no armor was stronger and more reliable than the metal that fused with him, and as such, Ferus himself wore power armor that included arm and hand armor. He pressed his naked, silvery-white glimmer palm on the scanning platform, and the platform immediately began to rigorously and meticulously analyze and scan all the data on it.

The Ponderor Array analyzed much more data than a regular fingerprint authentication, and in an instant, it sorted and packaged it according to the rules that the original had established 10,000 years ago, and transmitted it to the defenses around Jerick. The latter unpacks the data in a matter of seconds and confirms that everything matches the preset. Eventually, a "All Approved" prompt popped up on the console screen in the bridge of the Iron Fists, and the blade guarding Mimir's treasury was finally sheathed for its true owner.

10,000 years of unattended time is not enough to defeat the intelligence of a primordial, and the fortifications designed and built by Ferus during the Great Expedition are still running smoothly.

At the moment when this prompt jumped out, a sigh of "relieved" was inexplicably heard from the entire bridge. It was clearly not from Ferrus himself, and he himself had never doubted the smooth operation of his work - it was several Terminators of the Avigni clan who made such noises. While it was surprising that they could still develop such feelings in the highly mechanical shell of the Iron Hand, which also appeared to be extraordinarily mechanized after a horizontal comparison of the inside of the Iron Hand, it also explained why there was some metallic vibration in that sigh.

This little episode made the soldiers who couldn't help but sigh unconsciously feel panic and embarrassment, but the original body himself laughed at it, and the atmosphere on the bridge was warmed again. The entire fleet approached Jerick's planetary orbit safely and smoothly, and successfully began preparations for orbit-to-earth delivery without any setbacks after ensuring the synchronization of the earth's orbit.

The whole process went smoothly, and there was not even a single twist and turn in the difficulty. Of course, it is a good thing that it goes well, but it also makes some suspicious people can't help but mutter:

Did they go a little too smoothly?

Miwoo (none)

(After reading the comments in the afternoon, I stuck my head out of the ice cave in a daze)

Where did the sex transfer rumor come from! It's not impossible for me to do such a thing, but if I were to do it, I would have done it in advance! By the way, I haven't written any plans to do this so far!

(Still confused about where the rumors came from, the seal silently drilled back)

(End of chapter)