The temperature in the forward bridge is now perfect, while the air conditioner ensures that the humidity is maintained at a level that most people would find pleasant.

Outside the window, brilliant starlight leaked through the wide portholes, casting large patches of light of different colors on the front of the bridge.

While the Bridge Officer and the Dimension-Tech Sergeant are silently and efficiently doing what they have to do in their respective positions, the Thrusters of the Destiny Steel are working steadily to help the Glorious Queen battleship, now disguised as a Ronin Moon-class refit, maintain a suitable and powerful cruising posture in the desolate sea of stars in the Makeann Macchiis subsector of the Kalisis Sector.

"Perturabo" picked up the coffee cup from the tray and took a sip, and the latest hazelnut-flavored Rereca coffee with whipped cream in the officer's canteen immediately made his brow furrow.

"Then you can go on, Soltarn. Also, Walter, are you sure you don't want a drink? It's really great. ”

"I am grateful for the honor you have bestowed upon me, my lord, but my tongue, esophagus, and gut, may you bless them, which can now only work properly with promethium, vitamins, and cleansing fluids."

"Well, that's a shame, Soltan, go on."

The Stonesmith looks in good spirits today, and for the first time in about 10,000 years, especially after the death of Frix the Breaker, everyone has seen the stonemason act so vigorously and vigorously.

He nodded, walked over to the projector, opened the stereoscopic projection map of the sub-sector, and began to explain what they were going to do next in a more detailed and intuitive way.

"One thing I want you to know, my lord, while our great Iron Blood's subspace voyage has always been off to a simple start, and has been smooth — oh, except for that encounter with the Omphalos Evil Spirit — the rest of the time our voyage has been easy, for the vast majority of Empire and Chaos traditional ships, subspace travel has always been very, very dangerous."

"Even if a long-experienced captain were to make a short-term, close-range subspace jump within a sub-sector that was nominally under the rule of the Corpse Emperor, it would be no less risky than a long-distance jump. - Of course, our Captain Vought, I believe he is one of the best captains on either side. ”

The cyborg captain nodded slightly to the Stonesmith.

"Therefore, in fact, the risk rate of subspace trek accidents is not as relevant as the distance and length of time as people think."

"The navigators, the families from which they originated, have been purposefully and numerically nurtured from the beginning, and since the current human voyage is almost dependent on their genetic ability, there has been no cessation of gossip and speculation since they have thus occupied a key position in all long-distance astronautics and in the supreme governing bodies. But at least on the surface, even among some of the Astarte Order, the Navigator is treated with great courtesy due to his ability to see the light of the Star Torch - for example, some of the Astarte Monks will kneel down to greet the Navigator Lord when he arrives—"

"What?!" A super-sized guy who was drinking Reka's coffee let out a small exclamation that was very detrimental to the majesty of the original body, and the contemptuous of the massive data stream next to him stepped on his tiptoes in fearless. "Ahem, I mean, you go on, Soltan. Good science, but I'm curious to see what the final connection is to the implementation of your battle plan. ”

"Of course, I was about to say this, my master. Count on the power and generosity of our Master Prophet, your spiritual advisor Ma'atra full of ancient wisdom and earthly knowledge. The mortal youth sitting on the other side of the throne held his staff and curled the corners of his mouth reservedly as he relayed a psionic communication to his two brothers.

"I must say that this son of yours, though his face is a little decayed, speaks very well. It's been quite a pleasure to talk to him, plus-"

"Shhhh Wait a minute, let's finish first. ”

"—Some of the navigators and their lords in the Order of Astarte are treated with such a high level that it is incredible, and I still remember the lies that the Corpse Emperor told you and us back then, and now his most fanatical group of Space Marines worships not only him, but even everything and people associated with him, as manifestations of gods, even at the cost of belittling themselves."

Soltarn almost burst out laughing at this, "As far as I know, this ridiculous phenomenon is a frequent occurrence in the Imperial Fist and his largest subgroup. ”

[Wow, I must say, I always thought that the Space Marines of the Fist of the Empire were a symbol of integrity and indomitable in addition to being very good, and this description of kneeling to the Navigator Lord was a bit more than I imagined. 】

[Hmph.] Some immature groups that were overconfident at the beginning developed into a certain inevitable law later. What do you see me doing? Also, what do you mean by that? Anyway, let's go back and talk about what kind of misinformation you've seen before. I already have a rough idea of what Soltarn wants to do. 】

[Huh? 】

[You better take a look at it, I asked him to explain the entire combat background in such detail this time, if he dared to show off so much in front of me before, I would have put him in my iron sanitation team a long time ago. 】

[Oh. …… Thank you, Pepe. 】

[Hmph! 】

"Despite being very different from our Legion's traditional fighting style, the Sons of Rogdorn will eventually be easily taken down by us because of their stone-barred mindset," Thortahn's eyes flashed with a sly glint, "Allow me to present to you my plan for this Imperial Fists Expeditionary Fleet, my lord, I would like to call it a parade to your steel cage." Look—"

An intuitive holographic stereoscopic space naval battle simulation battle diagram unfolded in front of them.

[Oh, I'm starting to think it's not very good, look at this outflanking, raiding, and total annihilation...... I said, "Soltarn shouldn't be a real ......]

[What are you doing in the Spring and Autumn Dream, Magnus's eyes have seen it very clearly, and their fleet routes and jumping points are clearly coming in the direction we left after the last replenishment. 】

[Then they can't locate us very precisely.] Uh, is that okay? Can't you? 】

[Magnus says he saw the stone heads of Dorne on the way, and he did not hesitate to use registered psionics and soothsayers as prophecy consumables to perform rituals in order to catch up with us.] 】

[uh...... It was suddenly hard for me to tell which side felt more evil. I probably understand the battle plan, so who will command our orders this time? 】

[Soltarn proposed, of course, commanded by him.] The dog added. [If he fails, he will never be captured.] 】

Wail.

This part is written back and forth, but it is not very well written

The second chapter has, in the yard, eat first, and everyone remembers to eat

(End of chapter)