The tone, which was somewhere between comment and emotion, caused some not-so-positive feelings from everyone present – except for Debit and Enkidu.

Among those present, there were only two visitors from the other world who could still think about this issue from a purely objective standpoint.

"Why are you sure it's his handiwork?" Debit couldn't hear a clear emotional tendency in his question, "The fallen Third Primordial has not appeared in the material universe for a long time, and it may also be that the evil god instructed the Emperor's Son to be a powerful leader of the war gang, and they planned it. ”

"Instinct it. I think. Ferrus replied calmly, "Rika Fujimaru once suggested to me that after becoming this form closely related to subspace, I could trust my instincts a little more. ”

Excluding some hints in this sentence that don't sound very friendly to the Iron Hand Warband, Rika Fujimaru was right to suggest it. Time in subspace is inherently chaotic, with a huge amount of cause and effect in it. The essence of the so-called "prophecy spell" is simply to select the part of the "cause and effect" that is strongly related to the event to be divined from the subspace that has not yet happened through the psychic energy, and interpret it. As a form closely related to the subspace itself, the "intuition" generated by Ferus Manus, who has long died in the material universe but still exists in the form of soul and essence, in events strongly related to himself, can also be classified as this kind of obscure spells.

Debit, who easily understood the rationale, easily let go of this point in the eyes of others, and directly dismissed Ferrus's conclusion as a fait accompli, and discussed it on this basis: "Then I suggest doing my best to avoid war." If we have to face a direct attack from Forgrim, the situation is very unfavorable for our side. ”

"Watch your words, mortal." The mechanically synthesized voice of the Avini Clan Terminator was inaudible, "You sound like you're saying that the Lord of Medusa can't stand up to that fallen traitor. ”

"That's what I mean." Out of efficiency, Debit stunned and poked at the pain points of the warband's heirs, "In the field of occultism, events that were once 'proven' are always 'more likely to happen'. 'Fergrim' did succeed in killing 'Ferus Manus', and if the two of them faced each other again, fate would be even more in Fergrim's side. ”

The Terminator, who always believes in the data that can be collected by machines, and the conclusions that can be calculated by probability, wants to refute it, but before that, his genetic father has spoken:

"But that's not absolute, is it?"

"That's true, but in any sense of the word, you're not prepared."

Ferus did not speak. His face was slightly gloomy, for he knew that it was.

After the internal communication fell silent, the almost non-existent atmosphere on Jerrick's body made all sounds from his surroundings subtle and distant. Enkidu seemed to be talking to Debit about something, but it was a message that only the two parties to the contract could complete with a recitation, and no one else could listen to it. A little farther away, vehicles and dreadnoughts equipped with long-range fire had raised their guns during the march, quietly meeting the debris of the ship falling from above. For some reason, a desecrated ship nearly broke through the Iron Hand fleet's firepower net, seemingly intent on crashing directly into Jerick's surface. The other ship, which belonged to the Loyalists, did not hesitate to turn around and crash into the fallen ship.

The latter, which was supposed to be used for ancillary missions such as long-range fire strikes and force projection, was not equipped with adamantite ramming angles in the bow, and could only end up with a lose-lose outcome when colliding with the ships of the Fallen. But the damage didn't stop it, as its stern-glowing ice-blue engine still spewed tiny flames in the canopy of subspace that had escaped into the magnificent colors, and the sheer thrust that didn't match the view at a distance countered its gravity relative to Jerick, the gravity of the enemy ship, and the potential energy of the collision.

In a near-vacuum, in a silence caused by the lack of medium, it struggled with its shattered body to push it and its enemies off a trajectory that could have had catastrophic consequences, like a tragic color silent film. It couldn't save itself from the fall, but at the very least, it and the enemy ship it was involved with wouldn't immediately fall near the landing ground set by the Fist of Steel on Jerick.

Above the track, such a brutal battle is only a microcosm. The chaotic situation of the war forced the Iron Hand Warband to slide in the direction of chaos as well. The disorganized start on the left flank made the current battle line look like a dog-tooth, and the Emperor's Son, who crashed into the fleet, made the Iron Hand on the periphery a little bit of a mouse-throwing in support shots. The enemy's unreasonably tight "formation" also made it difficult for the ships that reacted and were ready to support to pull out of line and find suitable firing positions.

The situation looks not promising, but everyone is convinced that it is only temporary. Although the Iron Hand fleet was torn open by the Emperor's Son's illogical attack, even in the heat of the battlefield, they can still say with certainty that the Emperor's Son's actions may indeed be "surprising", but it does not mean that they can "win" with it.

Compared with the degenerate who are rotten and decadent, who only want to indulge in pleasure and chase meaningless stimuli that ordinary people cannot understand, the sons of Gorgon obviously have better armament, better organization, and stronger will to fight. They may have been stabbed in the front, but that doesn't mean they're going to lose the battle – Medusa's children have fought countless battles that are even more terrifying, and with the Father of Genes watching over them, they won't lose here.

They will not allow themselves to fail here.

And on Jerick's ground, Ferus led the team towards the Thunderhawk formation that was docked farther away, and his footsteps also seemed anxious. For strategic reasons, he should return to the Iron Fist as soon as possible to see the big picture and save his troops from this chaos. But it was not only these rational thoughts that were driving his steps at the moment, but a strong emotional impulse that made him desperate to return to his children quickly.

He didn't quickly comprehend where this emotional impulse was coming from, and he didn't spare the energy to think about it alone - his ultimate goal would not change anyway, and he would still get back on track as quickly as possible. The entire team could already sense the engine of the Thunderhawk gunboat starting from the slight tremor on the ground, and it only took to cross the last two hundred and thirty meters—

"Stop!" During the internal communication broadcast, Debit suddenly ordered the entire team in a strong tone.

Even if he said so, as a supernumerary member, his orders were not binding in the Iron Hand Warband. Within four seconds of the words falling, only Lindrick, who was equally aware of something was wrong, and Ferrus himself, who was willing to listen to Debit, stopped; Immediately afterwards, the members of the Guard, who were close to Ferrus, and who made up about a third of the entire team, stopped because of the Father of Genes; This should have caused some more chain reactions until the whole team stopped where they were, but they didn't have time.

Four seconds passed, and nine minutes had passed since the first Emperor Son ship appeared in the real universe. The psionic storm set off by the Destroyer Power from the Eye of Fear finally reached Jerick's surface, and the curtain of reality beside the Great Rift was quickly torn apart, and the real universe and the currents of the Supreme Heaven were mixed together in an instant.

The objective laws of time and space fail here, and the scene before everyone's eyes becomes chaotic and distorted in the next moment. Ferrus was only two hundred and thirty meters away from the clearing where the Thunderhawk was moored, but the two hundred and thirty meters were twisted into a rugged path that led somewhere—there was no point in trying to get through it. No one can guarantee that once they board the Thunderhawk, the Thunderhawk will be able to reach the Gnaku of the Iron Fist in such an environment.

What's more, the members of the Guard who didn't have time to stop in four seconds disappeared from where they were the moment they took the next step.

Miwoo (six o'clock)

(End of chapter)