The Macragge's Glory was shrouded in sorrow.
This great ship is currently under full martial law.
The news of Calgar's injury was only circulated among the ships and some senior members of the expeditionary force.
His injuries were too severe.
That rusty sword was too vicious, targeting not only the body but also the soul.
Once you really die, you may not even be able to keep your soul.
No one dared to release such news.
Calgar has led the expeditionary fleet for such a long time, and coupled with his extraordinary leadership ability, he is very much loved by the imperial soldiers.
Once the news that he was seriously injured and dying got out, the consequences would be disastrous.
After discussion, several senior officials decided to block the news to avoid arousing the wrath of the imperial army.
The Empire has currently captured a group of prisoners from Universe 04.
If it had been known that Calgar was wounded, there might have been a mass execution of prisoners.
In desperation and panic, the gene priests and pharmacists tried every possible way to save Calgar.
In the end, it could only be placed in a sarcophagus that was completely isolated from the subspace, and all concepts of time, space, fate, and truth.
This is a cutting-edge technological creation that has not yet been widely used.
This thing is equivalent to extracting a space gap from the current time river, and then making it into a time capsule independent of the background time.
Able to completely stop Calgar's time.
The property of isolating the subspace can also protect Calgar from being harmed by those mysterious forces.
Allowing him to maintain his current state and return to Terra.
This was the best solution the wise men who were trying to save him could think of.
As the expeditionary force cheered, the Glory of Macragge quietly left the battlefield through the opened warp channel and set off to return to the native universe, returning to Terra to seek treatment from the Holy Emperor.
Expedited orders were quickly sent to various inter-universe stations, requiring them to fully cooperate with the passage of the Macragge's Glory and postpone all matters.
The command document is marked with the highest level Sky Eagle Seal.
If anyone dares to disobey, the Court of Inquiry will come directly to settle accounts.
As soon as the document was issued, managers at all the stations along the way were shocked.
The inter-universe channel is an important channel connecting the local universe and other universes.
It is difficult to count the number of ships passing through every day.
The amount of materials that need to be transported is even more massive.
Now that they have all given way to Macragge's Glory, how can these guys not be shocked.
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The diversion station leading to Universe 03.
This is a huge fortress, with an astonishing length, width and height.
The old battleship, five kilometers high and twenty kilometers long, looked very small in front of the fortress.
The huge transport fleet was like a scattered colony of ants, small in size, numerous in number, and inconspicuous.
When the humans from the other universe saw this magnificent building, the first thing they uttered was exclamation.
Even though Asakami Shion had become the legion commander, when she saw the fortress, she was shocked by the horror of the empire and the god she believed in.
Asakami Shion's figure became more and more perfect under the optimization program of the Heart of the Empire and the influence of the holy power.
The exquisite face, like a finely crafted work of art, can make countless men fall in love with it just by looking at it.
The fair and flawless skin looks like it was condensed from high-purity milk, silky and has a faint body fragrance.
As always, she was wearing a black Gothic dress.
The only difference is that she is no longer barefoot, but is wearing over-the-knee white socks and a pair of cute and delicate flat shoes.
In her normal state, she does not have the signature halo of a living saint behind her head.
The aura only appears during combat.
The existence of the halo is a very exciting thing for the imperial forces on the battlefield.
After becoming a living saint, Asakami Shion's victories and achievements were enough to make her an imperial hero that could be recorded by historians.
For this, he was given the opportunity to visit the empire, study, and meet the Holy Emperor.
For Asakami Shion, this was undoubtedly something that made her so happy that she fainted.
She finally had the opportunity to face the sacred emperor for whom she could devote her whole body and soul.
She worked hard for countless days and nights for this opportunity.
Now I finally got what I wanted.
The only drawback is that this honor does not belong to her alone.
She went as part of a study tour.
It was not just Asakami Shion who was accompanying her. There were also several players from other forces, as well as politicians and businessmen who established the temporary government of Universe 03.
The scale is about a thousand people.
Each of them is absolutely loyal to the Empire and the Holy Emperor.
Although it was a visit and study, in their eyes, it was undoubtedly a pilgrimage.
The inter-universe train they were on stopped at a diversion station.
This is a very rare event, as normally inter-universe trains do not stop midway.
Now, in order to coordinate a smooth road, the control center has to stop some trains and fleets and coordinate them to other routes.
The trains are absolutely safe at the diversion stations.
Passengers were even allowed to get off the bus briefly to rest and observe.
When they stepped out of the huge inter-universe train, the scene they saw made them unable to believe that they were standing in a building built by humans.
In Universe 03, the Empire and the Reincarnation Game also built many tall and magnificent buildings.
But such a huge and magnificent fortress is really hard to imagine.
The sculpture of the Holy Emperor towers into the sky, with no head visible.
From their angle, all they could see were the legs engraved with combat boots.
If it weren't for the Servo Skull introducing it, no one would have thought that this was a sculpture of the Holy Emperor.
“This is higher than a planet!
Is this really something that humans can build?"
The deputy commander of the Purifier Corps, Gedvo, looked up and said in amazement.
A giant battleship flew around the statue.
In comparison with the two, those magnificent warships seem very small.
Several politicians who established the Provisional Government of Universe 03 could hardly hide their shock at this time.
These politicians are very famous and talented in the imperial area of Universe 03. They rule the world under their jurisdiction very well and provide a large number of troops and supplies to the empire continuously.
They had already witnessed the power of the empire.
Those warriors in armor can slaughter the once high-ranking reincarnation players like mowing grass.
The Empire has also established its own player system, which is no different from the Reincarnation Game.
Many native scholars of Universe 03 believe that the Empire’s strength is enough to stand on equal footing with the Reincarnation Game.
Now it seems that Empire and Samsara Games are more than just side by side.
More likely it is transcendent.
In areas such as high-end technology and high-end combat power, the two sides may be on par, or evenly matched.
But in terms of industrial productivity, the Empire has left the reincarnation game far behind.
In the past, people might have had a wrong perception.
I feel that the great power belongs to me, and no matter how powerful the firearms are, they can be blown up with one punch.
No matter how strong the industrial productivity is, it is not as useful as supernatural power.
But the emergence of the empire made this idea a joke.
One punch to blast?
The Imperial battleships were blown up before they could even be seen.
The mass-produced Primaris warriors, the fully-armed Astra Militarum, and the Titans equipped with a single shot that could destroy a continent.
What's more, it can directly create a black hole at a distance of hundreds or thousands of light years away, causing annihilation waves and destroying the entire world.
With such technology, most extraordinary creatures would be killed before they could even react.
They won't even know who did it.
All it could do was roar and howl at the air like a wolf under the farmer's gun.
Once the industrial productivity of high-end technology is formed, it will be such a crushing despair for the extraordinary civilization that they will not even be able to mount a decent resistance.
The fortress's buildings are closed in all dimensions.
Whether it is three-dimensional, four-dimensional, or higher dimensions.
They are all fully enclosed, able to prevent subspace creatures from spying on them.
All the towers and ports extend into unknown dimensions, with no end in sight.
Imperial ships patrolled between the towers.
The inter-universe channel is like a giant tree with luxuriant branches and leaves, and the roads leading to different universes are just branches.
Control of Imperial ships entering and leaving the universe through the shunting stations.
Diversion sites are also generally stationed with Imperial troops.
They are generally responsible for keeping the roads safe.
Asakami Shion had an urge to kneel down and pray to the Holy Emperor.
She was in a city that was a miracle created by human power.
"Praise her, she will eventually guide us onto the path of light." Asakami Shion chanted a sentence that the Anglican priests often said, with piety and enthusiasm on her perfect face.
She couldn't wait to meet the supreme, holy and bright emperor of the empire.
I want to shout out loud in front of the other person the oath of eternal loyalty.
She would tell the Holy Emperor firmly.
Even if death will decay in the long eternity of time, even if everything in the world will disappear in the ravages of time, her oath will not fade in the slightest.
She will be faithful, she will be devoted, until eternity.
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At the diversion station, several businessmen in fancy clothes were shouting in front of the person in charge of the diversion station.
"This batch of goods is extremely important. It is research material directly supplied to the Mechanicus." The merchant shouted, "I have the joint signatures of several sages in my hand, which is enough to represent its preciousness and importance. I demand that you release it immediately."
"Release them immediately. It is illegal to suspend traffic without prior notice. I will sue you."
"Asshole, do you know how much money this delay will cost us?"
"I'm sorry for the trouble you've encountered, but this time it's a Sky Eagle document of the highest level. There's an emergency and we need a smooth, straight road across the universe. Please be patient and traffic will be restored soon." An official explained to the merchants under the protection of the guards, "If necessary, you can apply for a delay document. According to the imperial decree, if the delay is caused by force majeure, you can get a subsidy from the Imperial Treasury and get legal support, so that you don't have to pay huge compensation."
"Damn it, I let you pass." The businessman shouted angrily, "Can't you hear me? This batch of goods is live goods, and it must be delivered within the specified time."
"This is a document from the Imperial Shipping Association. The agreement in it promises that our ships can travel through inter-universe channels without obstacles. You can't stop us."
"You can't do it, I tell you. If you delay this shipment, you'll be in big trouble."
The rowdy merchants gathered together and demanded immediate release.
"Everyone, get out of here. If you stay here for a minute, you will all be handed over to the court for investigation."
A powerful voice sounded.
Like acid melting through steel, it reaches into everyone's heart.
The noisy hall suddenly fell silent.
Except for the mumbling of the Divine Brain Thinker and the humming of machinery, everyone was silent.
A giant in white armor walked in from the doorway.
Stand in front of the crowd.
No one knew how the fully armed Khan managed to get here so quietly.
His body is so huge.
But no one noticed him.
The Khan stood in front of everyone, his eyes were as sharp and aggressive as an eagle's, like two knives, ready to cut open the souls of everyone present.
"Are you here to challenge the majesty and laws of the empire? Do you dare to disregard the highest-level Sky Eagle documents of the empire? Do you dare to disrespect the majesty of my brother, His Majesty?"
Chagatai stared at the crowd, his hand on the scimitar at his waist.
The murderous look in his eyes was hard to conceal.
If these guys continue to make noise and try to put their own interests above the interests of the empire, he will let these idiots know what regret is.
"We were wrong, sir." The leading merchant knelt down, "The Holy Empire is supreme, the Holy Emperor is supreme."
The other merchants all knelt down as well.
Their faces were ashen and their bodies were trembling.
If you were to be serious, Chagatai's words would be enough to sentence them to death.
The Holy Emperor is supreme and cannot be offended. He is above all laws and all rules are supreme. This is the consensus of the people of the empire.
The crime of offending the Holy Emperor alone is enough to bring them eternal damnation.
"Get out. If you do it again, the people from the Inquisition will come directly to your door." Chagatai's words were extremely cold.
All the merchants stood up tremblingly and left the hall trembling.
Chagatai withdrew his gaze and did not care about the mortals who left.
Instead, he turned his gaze towards the official.
"You have been removed from your post. Your weakness has cost you your current position."
"Sir," the official said with trembling voice, "I!
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"Weakness is a fault. The iron law of the empire cannot be violated in any form. It is the moat of mankind and the source of fairness to protect every citizen of the empire. You are weak and disappointing. You are not aware of giving everything for the empire. Get out of here."
After Chagatai said this, he no longer paid attention to the official who was pale and crying.
As Chogoris' falcon, his heart would not waver in the slightest for these weak people.
He glanced at the guards following the official.
"Tell the deputy director here that he has been promoted and have him come here to see me immediately."
A guard ran out.
Soon, a somewhat wealthy man trotted in.
"grown ups."
Chagatai nodded.
"Keep this station operational until the Macragge's Glory passes. Before then, do not allow any ships or trains to pass. If anyone dares to sneak through, destroy it."
The man was stunned.
But he nodded quickly.
"I see."
"Don't make any mistakes in this matter, otherwise you will be deprived of the right to receive the protection of the Holy Emperor after your death."
Chagatai turned and walked out.
"Sir, may I ask why the Macragge's Glory was given such an honor?" the man asked humbly. "According to the intelligence I have obtained, this has never happened since the construction of the inter-universe channel. Even in the most urgent battle situation, this has never happened before."
Chagatai paused.
"For the good of the empire, we cannot afford to lose a legendary hero."
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The storm blew across the desolate plateau.
The summer heat and dry winds lift dust into the air.
On the distant horizon lurked a layer of brown and black clouds, with flashes of lightning in it.
The man walked on the plateau, and occasionally he could find some shells in the sand.
The world has changed dramatically, it seems that this plateau was once an ocean.
His cheeks had been dried by the wind and had tiny cracks on them.
The scorching sun baked him, and the heat waves rose up, even the air began to distort.
In the distance a storm was approaching, bringing thunder and heavy rain.
And it's still hot here.
The man looked around in confusion. He was wearing a suit of black armor and a giant sword tied to his hand with an iron chain.
"Where am I?" The man's cracked lips moved and his words were very hoarse.
His saliva had dried.
Even licking your lips is of no use.
Does not relieve chapped lips.
The man had forgotten how long he had been walking.
His memory became vague and he just kept moving forward.
Physical fatigue is accumulating little by little, just like the water level in a reservoir, rising little by little, trying to reach a peak and then completely crush him.
The man lowered his head, every cell in his body screaming, hoping that he could just lie down.
Compared to endless pain, death is a relief.
However, the man relied on his perseverance and took the next step with tired steps.
Only the weak would surrender to death.
Step by step, the man squeezed every cell in his body with all his strength.
Even if it meant death, he was still trying his best to move forward.
Stumbling forward in this desolate plateau.
He didn't know where he was going, but it was always right to move forward.
No matter what, there will be a result.
I don’t know how much time passed.
The sound of the storm was getting closer and closer, at the junction of the plateau and the storm that was emitting scorching heat.
An old man stood there, wearing a tattered robe full of holes and with bare feet.
In his hand he held a stick, which could hardly be called a cane.
It was just a branch from a thorn bush, stripped of its bark and thorns.
The surface is smoothed by the palm of your hand.
His face was old, weather-beaten and wrinkled, and his eyes were cloudy.
"Peaceful greetings to you, traveler," the old man said to the man.
The man nodded.
He is very tall and is protected by armor.
The thin old man posed no threat to him.
"You have been walking all the time and never stopped." The old man asked, "Are you going somewhere?"
The man was stunned for a moment, looking at the old man with confused eyes.
The other person's face was very familiar.
It was as if I had seen that face countless times before.
But there is no way to recall any memory.
"I don't know where to go. I just know I have to keep going." The man whispered, and as he spoke, some fragments of memories flashed through his mind.
Images of roaring, fighting, and desperate howling appeared in his mind.
A man wearing red armor holding a serrated battle axe fell to the ground.
His throat was slit.
As he spoke, blood foam spurted out along with the sound.
"My brother in chains, Sigismund."
"Eat shit, traitor."
The man suddenly saw another warrior in yellow armor.
The other person's face was so familiar, as if it was his own.