Through the observation dome of the Unbound Soul, Soshyan saw the warships leaving the fortress one after another. They accelerated with all their strength, and the flames generated by their engines were dazzling than the rays of the sun.
He stood there looking like this for a full hour, helmet in hand.
The reason for this was simply that he wanted to see his men leave with his own eyes instead of observing them through the armor's data link.
Suddenly, a flash of light lit up from a space not far away, and a purple sphere surrounded several ships.
The light stimulated Soshyan's eyes and pierced his mind through his optic nerve. Despite this, he kept watching the warp enveloping those ships.
They will be the first step in the plan.
The sphere faded, and with it the ships.
At this time, the communication angel in the dome turned around from its pedestal and opened its mechanical mouth.
"The decoy fleet has set off, sir. We are also preparing to enter the subspace. I noticed that you are still in the No. 2 observation dome. I will order the shutters to be closed soon, sir."
"Thank you, Lothar, I have nothing to do here anymore."
Soshyan turned away from the huge armored glass. The shutters had begun to gradually rise from the outside of the battleship, and the observation dome swayed as they continued to rise.
Suddenly, the door opened and Thor walked in.
He looked even more worried than he had at the meeting.
"What's the matter, Captain Sol?"
The dome's shutters were fully closed, isolating them from the sights of the Void and the Warp.
"I've been thinking about a question."
Thor has not participated in the military operations of the Astral Knights for a long time. This time he actively asked to participate, but he appeared quite worried.
"If we can see through something easily, there is no reason why the senior leaders of the Minotaur Chapter cannot see through it. They should know that we will not fall into the trap obediently."
"Are you saying they have other back-ups?"
Thor shook his head.
"This is just a possibility. What worries me even more is that Grea may be hiding a lot of things."
"Gria?"
Suo Shiyang frowned slightly. He felt that what he suspected and what Saul suspected were not the same thing, so he decided not to think randomly and just listen to the other person's opinion.
"What will it be?"
"The reason the Weeper went on his mission."
Soshiyang thought for a moment, and then was shocked.
What Thor said was true. The Mechanic Cultists in Grea were indeed hiding something, but he had previously been focused on the Minotaur and had ignored this.
"Yes, yes...this matter is full of weirdness. If it is just an unimportant matter, then why don't they solve it themselves?"
"But if it is an important matter, why should the Chapter Astartes intervene?"
Soshyan thought for a moment and suddenly realized where Sol's uneasiness came from.
"Then there is only one possibility. What happened there is something that they cannot solve but cannot make public. And they must know what happened there."
Having said this, Soshyan slapped the railing beside him, and a deep mark immediately appeared on it.
"Hateful! These mechanical cultists pretend to be dull on the surface, but each one is more cunning than the other on the inside! They must have taken advantage of Brother Malakin's eagerness to restore the war group, and used vague excuses to deceive him into performing this mission."
"It's a pity we don't have time to ask them now."
"Then it's up to us to drag the Weeper out of the trap ourselves!"
Soshyan clenched his fists, determined to save their allies at all costs.
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In the void, a fleet is slowly breaking away from the constraints of the planet's orbit.
Among them, the one at the forefront was a giant ship with thick armor, the Power of Daedalus.
The bridge of this ancient battleship was like a ten-kilometer-long, nineteen-car locomotive that derailed wildly without any choreography. A large number of pipelines and equipment were piled up, showing some kind of orderly chaos.
The stressed hull trembled and groaned, and the heavy transverse frame spanning the bridge like a church cellar screamed from the twisted pressure and burning engines. The uniformed crew members shouted loudly the status reports of each major system.
"All ships reported."
announced the communications director, tapping his fingers on the Thinker interface only when his nerves were on edge.
"A perfect transfer."
"Give me a visual."
The captain of the Power of Daedalus, a man about fifty years old, said sharply.
Then, the eye-shaped screen flashed out, and at the same time, the heavy plastic steel sunshades covering the compartment windows were manually rolled up by sweating sailors.
A beam of light from a distant star swept away the crimson stripes of the emergency lights. The optical eyes of the mechanical priests even automatically narrowed their apertures. Other crew members on the bridge grunted in pain, covering their eyes or is to look away until their vision adjusts.
"Are we at the specified coordinates?"
A majestic giant sat on a throne made of bronze and horns, juxtaposed with the command platform on a separate platform, ensuring that the person sitting on it could oversee the entire bridge.
This giant is nearly two meters tall just sitting. He is wearing a set of bronze armor, just like the warriors of ancient Terra. Even the muscle texture of the abdomen is carved into the armor. There is a Angry bull head logo with tassels extending almost to the elbow.
He was wearing a helmet, and there was only a cold gaze behind the black eyepiece. On both sides of the throne stood a giant wearing brown Terminator armor. The giant on the left was holding a mysterious black spear, and the giant on the right was holding a mysterious black spear. Wearing a thick round shield engraved with a bull pattern.
This man is the Minotaur's Chapter Leader, Asterion Moro, a mysterious, cold and cruel warrior.
"Galactic Master Jump Point."
The clean-up captain spoke loudly, without looking up from his screen.
"The coordinates have been confirmed, but——"
Soon he felt the weight of his piercing gaze on his back as he analyzed the preliminary divination reports, his heightened nerves processing the output far faster than his crew or cogitators. information.
He wasn't sure if that was good news or bad news.
"Speak, Captain."
"There are ships, my lord, three of them, leaving the high anchorage of the main jump point to intercept us. Their identities are unknown, but they can be expected to be from... the Astral Knights. They are much faster than we previously expected."
Asterion leaned forward on the throne, and then uttered a few words without emotion.
"Go to fight."
The fleet immediately began to turn, heading towards the node where a crack was being torn open, where three modified heavy cargo ships were slowly approaching——
