The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The governor's office is a gorgeous room with green walls, illuminated by long and narrow lights, and the two sit face to face across a table.

"How is the overall situation?"

Stryker asked, shaking off the sand from his short hair.

"We have encountered too many problems. The workers know that something has happened, but they don't know what it is, and the middle management is similar."

"What did the navy patrol say?"

Although Stryker had no illusions in his heart, he still asked one more question.

"I sent this out long ago."

Adissak said, reaching for a small box.

"Like everyone else, our equipment has problems. Now the communication unit at the main site has failed."

Stryker knew what he was holding. It was an information pod, a military liaison device that made sure the copy of the news in it was safe.

"You better tell me what you know."

The colonel of Katachan spoke very solemnly, so Adissak picked up the box.

"Six days ago, it was sent by a small navy frigate outside the galaxy, and it was finally deciphered last night. This is the only communication we got from it, and this is obviously not for us-this is for the squadron. The full-band broadcast of other ships. This content was rebroadcasted by another spacecraft operating at a long distance. Because it bears the star whisperer's mark, the real starting point of this command must be farther away. ...We estimate that the original version was actually released more than two months ago, but this is just a guess."

Stryker frowned, he probably guessed what it was.

"There won't be any navy visiting, Colonel."

When Adissac spoke, he looked very depressed.

"This is a large-scale assembly order. It comes from the navy's stellar area command, requesting that all fleets be withdrawn from the lower-level stellar areas. Somewhere outside, a large battle group is pulling away all the navy's local forces. , Go to a faraway place... and talk about it in the past tense, the past tense!"

Stryker savored these words carefully.

"So there is a plan going on."

"Perhaps, but I haven't heard of any major battles recently, and there is no news about the transport ships...they are dead."

Suddenly, Stryker's brow jumped, and he thought of a kind of Ken.

"Has the Navy been misled by some force?"

This possibility shocked the governor.

"How much power does it take to mislead the navy of a sector? And what is their purpose?"

Stryker frowned and thought for a while, then said uncertainly:

"Perhaps... is it us?"

"Then you should listen to the opinion of the director of Star Whisperer."

Adissak immediately pressed a button, and a small screen appeared on the table.

There was a woman on the screen, a poor red-eyed ghost who was incredibly old, with a psionic seal on her scrawny neck.

"We have seen the light in the sky."

The director of the Star Whisperer's voice trembled from weakness, and her lips could hardly move, as if she might die at any time.

"That's not what everyone thinks is normal. Some strange things have happened, and there shouldn't be such things."

Whenever he thinks that everything has to do with psionics, Stryker becomes impatient.

"Speak clearly, buddy."

"Subspace, Colonel...It's like a crack has appeared, but I can't see the end of it. It traverses in front of us, like...a cloud of storm and rain, which may erupt at any time."

"What's the impact?"

"I have no idea."

The Star Whisperer looked painful.

"But I can't sleep. It's been a week. You must have the same trouble, right?"

Yes, they are both.

This is what makes Stryker restless and unable to concentrate, and he hasn't slept well for a week.

The Governor sat leaning forward, locking his fingers tightly together.

"Now the situation is very uncertain, the equipment is broken, and rumors are everywhere, we need to stay united."

He swallowed then.

"A few of us, the task is very important, now Colonel, what advice can you give me?"

Stryker didn't say a word at first, blinking frequently.

After about ten seconds, he spoke.

"We have been sending standard distress signals on the military channel, but the fact is that no one will come to help us, so we simply declared a curfew at Attica, halted various operations, built temporary fortifications, protected large equipment, and let My soldiers are stationed in key locations, and all staff and workers are armed, including the hundreds of Explorer fortresses-we have enough equipment, many of which are still in containers and have not been opened."

In fact, the Governor has this plan, but he is worried that it will cause panic, at least in the beginning.

But he knew that Stryker was right.

"In addition, if you really get there."

Colonel Stryker said slowly:

"If something really bad happens, there is one more thing, Governor."

Adissak knew what he meant and was startled.

Stryker stared at the Governor, once the planet entered the wartime, as the highest commander of the local astral army, he could do a lot.

"When I accepted the appointment, I was told that if I could protect it, I would protect it, and if it could not be protected, I would destroy it all, turning this place into scorched earth and leaving nothing to the enemy."

Adissac smiled wryly~www.wuxiaspot.com~I hope we are not here yet. "

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a rapid knock on the door, and an officer rushed in.

"My lord, something has happened! The subspace node has abnormal fluctuations! We detected the signal of the galaxy patrol fleet, but there is only one gunboat, and we have been issuing danger warnings!"

There was an atmosphere of despair in the room, far exceeding the normal vigilance of danger.

The governor even felt he wanted to scream.

The most worrying thing still happened--

"are you sure?"

Stryker stood up and asked:

"OK! The signal from that gunboat was only a short sentence."

"what?"

"The enemy is here!"

Stryker took a deep breath and forgot to glance at the governor who was almost slumped in his chair.

"Immediately summon all the officers, activate all the defense facilities, open the arsenal, and distribute the guns to all those who can move... I hope the emperor can spare time to bless us."

Just as the platoon star began to mobilize urgently, a gunboat numbered 587 was sailing hard in the void, and the engine was terribly hot.

This is not a ship that can sail in subspace. Its engine core is not equipped with a large number of shields like those big ships. There is no navigator on it, and there are not many weapons. It is only drawn from the platoon defense force. Fifty-two armed guards are on high alert.

It is armed with six small assault guns, and an ancient laser cannon, placed under the protruding part of the main cockpit.

Captain Kova has never had much confidence in this gun, because it has only been used twice in more than a decade.

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