Chapter 172

A beam of light tore through the darkness among the stars like a dagger, leaving a serrated gap on the screen intertwined with space and time.

Then the crack expanded incredibly rapidly until it became a hole filled with light.

Time seems to stand still, as if every moment is as long as eternity, until something is revealed from the light.

The first to enter the physical universe is the bow of a star ship.

A blood red heart with tears was engraved on the bow of the ship, challenging anything that dared to stop it.

She belongs to the wailing battle group, one of the sub groups of the Holy Blood angel, founded in the curse army.

After a ripple of space shock, the rest of the battleship became clear in the crack and finally entered the physical universe.

Followed by two smaller, scarred frigates - they look like a fish with a whale in its tail compared to the flagship.

Then the light hole trembled and closed in the warship's track.

Generally speaking, the dark coating of star ships makes them almost invisible in the black background of space, but the running light of the sun in the distance of the planet began to flicker, outlining the outline of the monster made by mechanical technology.

Along the bow of the ship, the words "mother of tears" written in gaogott are clearly distinguishable, symbolizing the wings of the Holy Blood angel, and the blood drop badge is clearly displayed on the handwriting.

The commander of the war, malakin Flores, is in command on the bridge of the warship.

Although he seldom visited everywhere, everything seemed to be in order.

Handsome but gloomy, he stared at each control panel to make sure everything was under control.

In the current situation, any negligence is unacceptable. He is the master of everything on this warship.

"Commander Zhan, we have successfully entered the physical universe from sub space, and now we are entering the Freon galaxy."

The officer's voice showed that he felt very relaxed at this time.

Malakin unconsciously stroked the "questioner" hot-melt pistol hanging on his belt. A golden rose hung from the gold chain around his chest, and the wings and blood hearts decorated on his breastplate loomed under his robe.

His face is hidden in the shadow. Since the battle of Barbuda, he has been used to hiding himself in the shadow.

His bloody sabre, an ancient weapon from Barr, was on his left.

Despite some reluctance, malakin agreed to meet with the star Knight battle leader - just to maintain the last dignity of the regiment.

He doesn't want them to be treated like street mice in the future. Even after so much experience, he believes that they can still get along side by side with other combat groups.

"How far is it from gage?"

Malakin asked, his voice mixed with lamentation.

"About 15 million kilometers, my Lord."

The head of the mourner regiment nodded.

"Communication tower, contact the star knights to see if they have a response."

With that, he stood up and strode towards the communication station.

"My lord... Yes, we have received a signal."

Malakin turns on the main communicator.

"This is the mother of tears. I'm malakin Flores. Please answer."

With that, he stopped and waited for a while.

"This is the star knight. I'm soshyan Alexei. I salute you and your regiment."

Not long, a young voice suddenly came out of the intercom of the communication station.

"Commander soshjan, we are about to reach the low orbit of gage."

"The Imperial Navy has established a temporary airport at gage, where your fleet can dock."

There was a pause.

"I, Lord Mazar of the bitter Walker War Regiment, are waiting for you here."

"Well, it seems that the number of people to see has increased."

Malakin tried to hide his disappointment.

"It's not what you think."

"Wait and see."

After the communication, there was no communication between the two sides.

The flagship of the mourners' battle group, the mother of tears, ran directly towards the temporary orbital station of gage——

The interior of the orbital platform is dark. Only when the spacecraft passes through the atmosphere will the lights of the lighthouse barely come back to life.

The outline of the tarpaulin shows that it covers several aircraft waiting for maintenance, and the worn edge of the tarpaulin is stirred by the downdraft of thunder eagle's propeller for the first time in nearly a month.

On the deck, empty storage boxes and cargo boxes were stacked far away from the operation grid line. Malakin carefully observed each obstacle through the frosted armored glass on the edge, and made the gunboat Park in place in the dark as carefully as possible.

When the gunboat landed, one of the landing pillars wiped an abandoned tool rack, and suddenly a pile of greasy engine parts fell on the floor.

A starfighter in the cabin cursed:

"It's a shame that no one cleaned up the landing port for our arrival?"

Malakin stood behind the empty passenger seat.

"No one knew we were coming."

He replied in a low voice:

"This is my request. We don't need to cause more trouble."

The technical sergeant turned off the engine and said:

"Forgive me, commander Zhan, but is it worthless for us to come here with goodwill this time?"

Malakin shook his head.

"No, brother, no one cares about our goodwill. Except ourselves, we are still traitors."

The last three words looked bitter when they came out of his mouth.

With a grunt of grievance, the technical sergeant stood up from his seat and moved his heavily armed body from the side of the cockpit to the rear cabin.

Malakin bypassed the automatic navigation console, took out his helmet from the overhead locker and went forward.

He touched the edge of the blood stained heart engraved on his forehead with one finger and thought about what it represented.

Then he took the soldiers out of the cabin.

The air here is cold and stale, and the corridor deck feels like gravel under the armored boots of star soldiers.

They met the staff of the Sosa orbital platform. They were all logistics personnel, but most of them were servants and elderly people.

These men and women saluted rigidly, walking with the rigid pace of talents who have lived under artificial gravity all their life, as well as the thick calluses produced by long-term work.

They looked tired and clearly forgotten by the Empire.

Perhaps just like the Wailers who arrived here, they were physically and mentally exhausted and no one remembered them.

Malakin walked through the passage with a heavy heart. At the end of the airport is a heavy metal gate. You should be able to see the owner of this place through there.

He stood in front of the gate and turned on the messenger.

"Here we are, commander soshjan."

The other party snorted in response, and then the heavy gate opened slowly——