"This is the spatial coordinates that Fujimaru Rika divined by herself, and I don't think it can be wrong."

"But we don't see anything other than that this place is clearly tightly guarded by an alien technology that we can't understand."

Acurdona, the Emperor's second company commander and known as "Fogrim's eldest son", is hiding in a strange anti-gravity vehicle suspended in mid-air, arguing softly with Garibo Santo, the commander of the Iron Hand and commander of the "Moroch", in the dim light.

"Moreover, this is the reality, and besides, the curtain is strong here." Santo continued.

Acurdona didn't know why the other party knew so many problems at once, which he didn't feel at all, and could only attribute it to the blue glowing mechanical eyes of the Iron Hand, a company commander, reading the numbers of some kind of device he didn't understand.

"I don't see what's wrong with that, after all, the power to pick the battlefield is not up to us?"

"It's true, but don't you think about follow-up support at all?"

Santo's voice even carried an obvious hatred for iron and steel:

"You'd better be self-conscious: we're already subspace creatures! Although we have succeeded in confirming that this coordinate from Rika Fujimaru does point to 'a specific place' and not a pure void. But if this is the reality, even if the two of us had managed to circumvent the Veil by some Chaldean means, we would soon be banished back to subspace for lack of energy to sustain our existence—not to mention calling your brother along for a battle that would have been almost impossible to have since then! ”

Acurdona was suspiciously silent for a moment, then continued: "Yes, of course. But don't we still want to do what we need to do now to 'gather as much information as we can without startling the snakes'? Nothing is wrong, huh? ”

“…… That's what you thought when you first started. Santo let out a long sigh and reached out to operate the console in front of him.

The bizarre "thing" they're currently riding on - the chassis looks like a RAND with anti-gravity components on it, but on top of the chassis it completely looks like a square cardboard box is upside down...... According to the function, it is called a "troop carrier...... The vehicle is based on the first generation of imaginary submarines designed and built by Chaldea Leonardo Vinci, the Shadow Border.

Although Fujimaru Rika didn't have any bad things about self-cherishing, and easily allowed all of them to research the technology of the Chaldea without causing damage, many of these things involved completely different technological problems in another world, and it was difficult for Ferrus himself to reproduce them all using technology that could be mass-produced in the empire without hindrance.

What's more, it's the Cursed Iron Hands who are in charge of this part of the special research.

For example, the prototype is an ugly and non-functional vehicle shell that looks like it was designed by someone who has had their brains in water. Of course, no one really wants to design it this way - but considering that the main function of this thing should be to carry out imaginary number diving, and the theory of self-conversion of vehicles in imaginary and real number fields requires a lot of computing power, the more irregular the outer surface, the more computing power is required, and the empire has banned purely mechanical abomination intelligence, and it is difficult to maintain the relevant functions with wet parts alone......

The Storm Frontier could easily do so because it had a supercomputer like Trismegistes, whose computing power and performance far exceeded the average level of the Empire, and the Cursed Iron Hand didn't have such a good thing. At present, it is the limit to make the contemplative array on this car count as a RAND chassis with cardboard boxes deducted.

All in all, it was a tragic design accident caused by having to desperately struggle for backward compatibility. But anyway, this is just a prototype, and sooner or later they will find a way to solve this problem of not being able to add a turret or an external machine gun.

If you want to put it into real combat, you can't do it with insufficient firepower.

Prototype One, specially modified for the mission, glides silently through the darkness, and the data captured and transmitted back from all sides by the Birdbird is displayed directly on the console's screen in a fairly primitive manner. Santo apparently had no difficulty reading the data, but Acurdona felt dizzy after a moment's view, so he simply turned to the bulkhead and pulled back the blackout cover around him, trying to confirm the outside world with the naked eye.

It's a very dim, but not so dimly lit environment. It was quiet and calm in Acurdona's first sense—but then, a hideous face that slipped in front of the observation window with the movement of the anti-gravity vehicle made him reflexively grip the hilt of his sword.

"Don't be too surprised." Santo stared at the data on the console without looking up, "The bird chart shows that there are no living creatures here, but there are stasis force fields everywhere. I carefully charted my route to make sure that this 'thing' didn't cause any alarm in the process. Whatever you see, remember, they don't move. ”

Acurdona's response was to kick Santo's leg, which had long since been replaced by a mechanical structure, mercilessly, and silently asking him to look out the window as well.

Santo glanced at the other party with his affectionate eye, and only then did he open the observation window on his side on the premise of confirming that the vehicle's route was planned correctly.

It was already clear to him from the data transmitted back from the Bird Diviner that there was a considerable amount of static force field around them. He didn't know why, but logically speaking, the reason why the static force field was turned on was of course to lock something in it. So, when he looked out the window, Santo was mentally prepared to see something "amazing" – but he didn't expect what he saw to be ...... So amazing.

What is locked in those stasis fields is not "something", but "something". Regardless of the size of these stasis fields themselves, which is shocking to see intuitively, rather than from the data, and no matter how many distinct individuals are "stagnant" from each other, and no matter how many individuals are trapped in them by the stasis field-

"*Medusa foul-mouthed*." Santo muttered unconsciously, "That greenskin is so big!" ”

What they saw before their eyes, if only visually, was undoubtedly a battlefield. A number of Eldar warriors in different armors were charging at the almost identical number of Orks, behind them were the light and agile vehicles of the Eldars and the green leather wagons that emitted billowing black smoke. Whoever looks in this direction, the first thing they notice is the big, friendless Warboss who is surrounded by orc aliens.

- It was even bigger than the biggest Dr. Wow Santo had ever seen on Ulanor.

A closer look reveals that there's more to it than that: the greenskins who are clustered around Dr. Wow are also larger in average size than Santo and Acurdona had in mind. And the elves - the two cursed space marines present were obviously not alien experts, but the soldiers' natural sensitivity to enemy equipment also made them realize that these elves were also significantly different from the ones they had fought against.

They didn't want to think about what would happen around them if these things weren't locked up in a static force field, but fought freely here. Greenskins are a very well-understood alien, and their strength is often directly related to their size. In this case, the spirit race who can fight these huge greenskins head-on is obviously not a general person, and perhaps the intensity of this battle will be much higher than the two Astartes during the Great Expedition period who knew about these two aliens. But most importantly –

- What is it that can cut the entire battlefield between this alien and the alien, which is in full swing, and lock it in a static force field like sealing a worm in amber?

The prototype No. 1 was still moving silently along the route planned by Santo, and the man who had planned it all retracted from the observation window back into the driver's seat and sighed again:

"That's why I hate divination, which is a result with a lot of uncertainty...... What is the coordinates calculated by Rika Fujimaru?! ”

Miwoo (six o'clock)

You've all guessed it anyway......

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(End of chapter)