After receiving a tentative call from the fleet's lead ships that were constantly jumping out of Mandeville at the edge of the galaxy, the young Magna Matt Dorn allowed his mind to pause and ponder for a moment in one of his iron-ringed robot wet parts, which was an extremely rare extraordinarily long time for an existence like him who could make verification calculations in tens of trillions of exascale floating point units of computing process in a tenth of a microsecond, which shows the special degree of this fleet guests.

Then he carefully tried to bypass the key area of a surveillance maniac, and used the maximum computing power and database retrieval power within his authority as much as possible, setting off a "brainstorming" among the contemplatives of the entire Iron Blood and the entire Casting Planet, and finally came up with a result that he was not very comfortable with.

Young Dorne was like a child who had just been entrusted with a heavy task, and soon after he began to find himself in a difficult problem that he had never encountered before, he wandered there in confusion and some confusion for a few microseconds.

However, he quickly made a decision based on the information he found, and first informed Captain Vought, who was a little anxious due to the lack of data on board and the inability to correspond, and asked him to give the liaison officers of that fleet a signal to "wait for the notification of the arrival of the port to guide each other" to stabilize each other, and then he concentrated his main mind and projected it onto the Ring Soldier in the office of the commander of the war regiment.

Perturabo sat on his couch throne with his big fluffy tail and looked a little distracted, and Magna knew that this was due to the fact that his black-and-white plush teacher might be in the middle of a great journey, and Lamizane, who was sitting next to the shepherd dog, seemed to be leisurely fishing in the mountains of documents, but the fact that he was not exactly a salted fish was not exactly being a rotten salted fish after cup of Rereca coffee that was consumed three to four times as fast as before.

The flickering of the Mecha's electronic eyes drew attention to Magna Dorn's desire to communicate, and after the last conversation, at Ramizane's insistence, they were now able to communicate in words instead of flickering lights to guess what Magna was trying to say. Magna's voice dialogue mode should only be heard by Perturabo himself, telling mortals that the reason is "to avoid creating more problems that will not end well in the future".

Ramizane blinked, and LOGOS opened an area on the retinal projection for the owner of the original power armor for visual input communication, and then several lines of information popped out of the edge of the empty space in front of his eyes, to the effect of an assessment of the communication situation, size, keel code, fire calculations, and so on of the first fleet that received their array signal and rushed here.

"You're so capable, Magna!" Hearing this, the mechanical eyes of the mechanics flashed with a happy green light.

"I don't know why Baby Peturabo has been hiding you for so long, if you can help me sooner, we might be able to take one of the two important ports in the Kalysis Star Sector by now...... Mmmm...... Let me see...... Oh, that's a big job, hey, can we have the manpower here to accommodate them safely? This is actually a fairly large fleet of Star Marine naval fleets? Hmm, good guys, in order of jumping, the first is the Space Marines battle barge, the keel code identifies as 'Shebek Oasis', which is really rare, and in this day and age someone would name a battle barge with such a name? The accompanying capital ship is also two Star Marines cruisers, the 'Golden Horn' and the 'Theodosi', uh, these two names appear together, and it's still the name of the ship, how does it feel a little unlucky...... And then all of this, I see, uh, it's just a mess of converted cargo ships, merchant ships, and charter ships? Strange, since they are a fleet of Space Marines, how can they carry so many civilian ships with little combat effectiveness? ”

"Wait?!" Huo Ran, the owner of the behemoth demigod body, sat up straight, "The last one to jump out of Mandeville is confirming the identity of the other party...... Queen of Glory?! Queen of Glory?! Are you sure Magna?! ”

The lights of the mechman immediately gave a green reply of confirmation.

"The Glory of Macurag?! It's impossible, but at this point in time," Lamizane quickly began to compare his memories with the LOGOS database, "in a linear way of time, except for our heavens...... Iron Blood, the only one who will appear in the Glory Queen class in the physical galaxy is likely to be the First Army...... Needless to say, the Dark Angel's Indomitable Truth, the Black Sanctuary's Eternal Crusade, the Ultramarine's Makulag Glory, and the one handed over to the Nemesis Warband, should be renamed the Homomorphic Vengeance? The others who are still in the Queen of Glory may not be able to run out like us......"

The body of the Fourth Primordial couldn't help but gasp at the thought of the military power behind these four possible Glory Queen-class battleships, "If it's the Glory of Maculag, it seems to be the best choice among them, then Magna, has the aftermath interference of the subspace jump been ruled out now?" Can you confirm which Queen of Glory our visitor is? ”

The Ringman's mechanical eyes flickered, and Magna Dorn took longer than usual to double-check the flagship's identification code, or rather, Lami Zane felt that the young Dorn was hesitating and wandering, probably trying to review and correct the mistakes.

Eventually, Magna Matt Dorn was able to relay a few lines of information to the two people present in a not-so-quick vocabulary.

“…… Belch...... I don't think it's outrageous, I mean, it's really outrageous!! ”

Perturabo, who had fully recovered his senses, tilted his head, except for pricking up his black stuffed ears, the fourth primordial did not interrupt the other two people's thoughts or interject to explain, but the eyes of the stuffed demon lord were clearly surging with a very pleasant light now, and some of the numbers on a screen in front of him were growing rapidly, just balanced by the skill of the black and white flower dog tapping the input device at high speed.

Lamizan looked at the contents of the message with a deep frown, and read it aloud, Hoop Donne's mechanical prosthetic eyes flashing with a very uncertain light.

"The identity code and keel code have not been found in this ship's database, and the closest code to the keel code is: Wardog Legion 'Fortitude Resolve' or World Eater Legion, 'Conqueror'; The Iron-Hearted Merciful - Angron?! ”

Hearing this, Perturabo finally let out a continuous sound similar to a hearty laugh.

(End of chapter)