Chapter 378

When soshyan further confirmed the warning information, he was relieved that there was only a small group of spirit pirates.

There are many so-called spirit pirate gangs scattered throughout the galaxy. They are fierce and deadly predators.

These spirit pirates abandoned the strict restrictions of the ark world, carried out voluntary exile, sought adventure in the galaxy, and experienced the sensitive soul of the spirit family, which can touch all emotions and feelings.

Most pirates are young and adventurous spirits. When they are older, wiser and trained by the war, they will return to their hometown.

However, some spiritual families completely embraced the predator career. They degenerated deeper, became more bloodthirsty and insane, indulged in their darkest impulses, and finally found the notorious dark capital Comoros.

Most of the time, they were a frequent hazard to the commercial fleet, but rarely posed a threat to the main war fleet of the Empire.

The intelligence of the spirit clan fleet in the storm star domain was quickly analyzed by "professionals" as a small group of spirit clan pirates. The alien threat empire of this level basically adopts the strategy of expulsion. After all, the spirit clan warships have always been famous for their flexibility and speed. Unless the empire is willing to send a large fleet to set an ambush, it is difficult to catch them.

For the sake of a small group of petty harassment and some complaints from traders, it is obvious that the Imperial Navy will not dispatch valuable large warships. The only action is to order all ports and fortresses to strengthen vigilance - even this action is mostly just to perfunctory the nagging of the interior ministry.

Since the Imperial Navy is not so attentive, soshyan naturally has no reason to bother to deal with it. Although astat is the guardian of the Empire, after continuous operations, the regiment also needs to rest for a period of time.

He planned to focus on the internal construction of the regiment and the daily training of the soldiers, but xavita found him and asked him to assemble the fleet immediately.

When soshyan asked why, the other party only replied.

"The prophet has arrived."

However, apart from soshyan, not everyone is so careless.

The garrison of Nathan six was very vigilant.

"We must be vigilant. They may attack anywhere at any time."

Lieutenant general Kangke's eyes scanned the video station, and the flashing data showed that the information flowed into his cerebral cortex through the connection and plug of his console.

Orbital Defense Measures are normal.

The bridge personnel below him were fixed in their positions or hurried back. Facing the information icon, the broad hall echoed with whispered conversation.

The cursor moved quickly and rattled, the meditators kept clicking, and the percussion of bright boots colliding with the indelible deck came one after another.

This is Nathan VI, the world he wants to protect.

Nathan galaxy is a standard star system. Seven planets rotate around one star, but only Nathan 4 and 5 are suitable for living. No. 1, 2 and 3 can not be colonized due to high temperature and harsh geological environment. There are only some mining stations of mechanism above.

The planet Nathan 67 is too far away and very cold to live in. Planet 7 simply has no atmosphere, while Nathan 6 has a thin atmosphere.

It is for this reason that Nathan VI has become a transit station for the Imperial Navy, and several large prisons have been built on the planet to accommodate criminals in the galaxy and surrounding planets - they will work in the mines under the prison all their lives.

As a transit station, Nathan VI naturally has its orbital defense facilities.

In fact, after years of building blocks, the orbital station of Nathan 6 can be called a fortress. It is attached to the orbit of the planet like a huge steel starfish, wary of any unfriendly gaze in the dark.

Lieutenant general Kangke used to be the captain of a cruiser of the Imperial Navy. Until his warship was seriously damaged in a battle, he was "exhausted" and thrown here to provide for the elderly.

But he never had a "pension" heart and firmly believed that he would return to the battlefield one day.

Now lieutenant general Kangke is scanning the marks around him on the display, an armed transport ship and three sword frigates, which are his only ships at present.

It's said that there have been some riots in the prisons below recently. I don't know what the impact is.

But Kangke doesn't care about it.

The operation of the railway station is the most important.

Once any enemy appeared, he would concentrate on destroying it.

Kangke has a high hatred for aliens, especially the spirit clan - it was a group of spirit clan that hurt his ship at the beginning, but it was the dark spirit clan.

But he won't be so clear. He hates the spirit clan. He hates them for taking away the opportunity to continue fighting on the battlefield.

Under his cold appearance, Kangke is also looking forward to testing the strength of the combat space station.

This thought excited him on his hard throne.

Then he brought his thoughts into the voice and moved his throat.

"How long will it take for the weapon system to be fully tested?"

The Admiral roared.

The questions were amplified by the open skull brass wire constituting the armrest of his throne, and the sergeant hurried back to their position to evaluate the readings.

Unsurprisingly, chief adjutant joren was the first to reply.

"17 minutes and 7 seconds, sir."

His voice came from the meditator department.

Concord snorted and let out an ugly growl - it was clear that the damn boy wanted his job.

"Maintain the current level. I hope all weapons can operate in perfect condition in the subsequent fire test, okay?"

"Yes, sir."

Neat voices sounded on the bridge, and then everyone was busy.

Kangkona's scarred synthetic skin lips showed a smile, but the expression didn't last long.

A separate security alarm sounded at one of the Annunciation stations.

"What happened?"

A circuit station worker hurried to investigate with the potential emotion of fear.

"What's the matter?"

The Admiral roared.

"Area 195 has just reported signs of damage to air integrity, which indicates that an area of the railway station may break, but the impact is small."

Kangke evaluated the information at the time of a heartbeat.

It is almost certain that this is the result of a collision with a piece of atmospheric debris or an unknown satellite, but in any case, he will not be promoted to today's status if he does not have a thorough attitude towards anything.

The operating rules of the railway station specify how to deal with this situation.

"I want a full divination scan nearby."

He immediately ordered the bridge to get busy.

"If something enters the fire coverage of the orbital station, I need to know it immediately! 195. The damaged area is sealed immediately. Who is responsible for that part of the safety draft and the report of the damaged control unit?"

"Junior adjutant Murray, sir!"

The second adjutant answered loudly and punched jolen.

"Tell him I want a thorough situation report in five minutes,"

Kangke ordered in a deep voice

"And -"

Suddenly, he couldn't go on, because he felt something wet flowing down his lips.

He wiped his nose and saw a red stain on the back of his hand, spreading on his white silk gloves, and then a drop of blood.

At the same time, another drop of blood hit the embroidered cuff of his uniform.

"Captain?"

Someone asked nervously. Kangke looked up at the chief adjutant standing under the stage.

The other party's nose is bleeding, too.

For a moment, he became stunned and unbelievable, because he realized that everyone on the bridge suffered the same pain.

"The bridge is under hostile attack!"

These are the voices from the safety supervisor, but they seem distant and dull.

Kangke immediately tried to concentrate.

His thinking got into trouble and was dragged down by some strange, sudden sleep.

He was vaguely aware of what the adjutant was shouting, and then there was a sudden headache, accompanied by an intrusion alarm ringing through the bridge.

The old general could not help shaking his body. Then he subconsciously grasped the armrest of the throne and tried to break free from dizziness and speak.

His eardrum broke, but he realized what had attacked them.