27: Wait, they even sent this thing?

"Exiting Warp navigation."

After 20 minutes of Warp navigation,

Xi Hai's fleet crossed the Order Seat V01.01's Kuiper Belt-like region and entered the inner ring of the Order Seat.

"Good heavens, is the initial segment of this channel 152 AU (Astronomical Units) long?"

Looking at the successfully recalibrated star map, Xi Hai complained.

And the night lamp immediately picked up the conversation and began explaining:

"Yes,"

"Due to the special geographical location and historical reasons,"

"For ordinary starships to enter Order Seat V01.01, besides obtaining an entry permit,"

"They usually have to undergo several months of conventional navigation."

"Of course, those signatory regimes, large corporations, and major groups,"

"Utilized relics from previous epochs to establish short-distance gravity channels between the Void Channel exit and the internal star system offices."

(Is the principle similar to the existence of a Gravity Conduit between large celestial bodies? Forget it, don't worry about such details when reading a novel. If you have time to investigate this, you might as well go transform into a Ship Girl.)

"This can shorten the travel time to within a few hours."

"It's just still not as fast as Warp speed."

After listening to the night lamp's explanation, Xi Hai nodded in realization.

"Sou ka, sou ka."

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and asked casually,

"Speaking of which, is it Standard Calendar July 5th already?"

Before the night lamp could reply,

White Shark, thinking Xi Hai was asking him, spoke up:

"Yes, Chairman."

"Today is the 'Restart Day Celebration.'"

"This festival is set up to commemorate humanity escaping the 'Great Cataclysm,'"

"And the official signing of the 'Racial Internal Order Restoration Protocol,' the document symbolizing humanity's entry into the Sixth Epoch."

night lamp: ... night lamp: He is correct.

Xi Hai: 6

As they were speaking, the communication station suddenly broadcast a call,

"fleet navigating on Route 21,"

"Please do not activate any anti-radar related equipment within the Order Seat V01.01 star system."

"If there is a next time, you will be regarded as an invading foreign force,"

"And we will strike."

"Now, please present your entry permit code to us."

Inside the Channel Duty Station, the rotating personnel were startled by the fleet that suddenly appeared on the radar screen,

thinking they were about to be attacked.

But on second thought, who would attack this place on the day of the Restart Day Celebration?

You probably couldn't find such an idiot among all of humanity.

Therefore, due to the suggestion of a certain master of deduction,

their response method changed from opening fire immediately to contacting first, then opening fire.

(It definitely wasn't because the duty station's weak firepower couldn't possibly match 20 destroyers.)

"Received."

"Entry permit code: Z 39884 23447 1224 0704 22"

Seeing the code sent by the other side, the rotating personnel breathed a sigh of relief,

but less than a second later,

they all uniformly widened their eyes:

0704,

Doesn't that mean this code was processed yesterday?

How could they already be here?

Fake?

As this thought popped into their minds,

the sound of cold air being sharply inhaled echoed throughout the duty station.

They knew better than anyone what it meant for 20 unidentified warships with falsified identities to appear at this location,

and they knew even better how fragile the thing beneath their feet was.

"Even if it's fake,"

"We have to treat it as real!"

The person with the highest rank present—a Section Chief—suddenly stood up,

"Check it first; if it's not there, enter it into the system,"

"Let them pass, get through this hurdle first,"

"Quick, quick, quick!"

"Get moving!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the person in charge of the search let out a strange cry, as if they had seen a ghost,

"Seriously? Buddy?"

"This one is real?"

"20 warships... even the pictures match,"

"Did they really arrive yesterday?"

Due to a lack of knowledge, none of the people present had ever heard of "Jump" or "Warp,"

So, it could only be attributed to supernatural powers.

Instantly, the sound of cold air being inhaled in the duty station grew louder.

"Code correct."

"Permission to proceed."

"Welcome to Order Seat V01.01."

The reply from the other side was a bit slow, but ultimately, they let Xi Hai pass.

(Although if they hadn't let him pass, he would have just warped in anyway.)

Xi Hai contentedly placed the microphone back in its holder.

So, now, they would fly along the channel,

fly,

fly... Engine: You're flying me to death.

In short, under the self-immolation of a certain engine, the fleet gradually passed through large areas of "suburbs" and flew toward the inner ring of Order Seat V01.01.

(Say quickly: Thank you, Engine.)

The structures floating in the starry sky gradually increased,

huge steel cities utilized planetary gravity to run along stable orbits;

sentry posts, communication stations, and other small space structures were densely packed, adjusting their direction using thrusters pointed in various directions;

Of course, the most conspicuous were the 7 gigantic, planet-like Space Cities located at the Lagrange stable points.

(Lagrange stable point: a position where the gravitational forces of two large celestial bodies and the centrifugal force of a small celestial body reach equilibrium.)

(At these points, the small celestial body can maintain relative stillness.)

They originated from an unknown number of epochs ago, having gone through tens of thousands of years of abandonment—activation—modification—abandonment—activation—modification... eventually becoming their current appearance:

Massive unauthorized structures almost covered the maneuvering engine nozzles, and the coexistence of new and old plating made the exterior look extremely mottled.

If one had to describe it, it was like a dilapidated house that had been used for tens of thousands of years and looked ready to collapse,

yet with some patching and mending, it seemed capable of being used for tens of thousands more years.

Should this kind of wasteland-style architecture really appear in the core region of a civilization?

Even if it's just the nominal core region, it doesn't make sense, right?

"fleet ahead, please present your entry code."

Well, they're checking him again.

"#￥%...￥%...&￥#￥%..."

After a series of checks, the fleet finally arrived at the docking channel for the Space City at the L5 Lagrange Point.

"Tower, Tower,"

"We are transferring in from Route 21,"

"Requesting docking."

The communication request was quickly answered, but the reply was negative—

"Please temporarily divert to Area G-22-a and wait,"

"All channels near your location are currently occupied."

"Hmm?"

Xi Hai scratched his head in confusion.

This was the first time he had encountered a channel occupation.

Theoretically, would such a large Space City have channel occupation?

That's strange... Suddenly,

a massive dark shadow was cast down.

Instantly, all light beams from the star were mercilessly blocked.

An unparalleled sense of oppression arrived.

A behemoth lay across the sky above Xi Hai's fleet—

Looking at the monstrous leviathan, White Shark, standing nearby, couldn't help but part his lips and utter a few hoarse syllables,

"The rule Carrier..."

"Those lunatics from the Civilization Garrison Military Alliance..."

"Just for a mere celebration,"

"They actually sent the rule?!"

...At this moment,

A certain fleet from the Giant Stone Group, currently ambushing in the middle section of Route 21: ...Didn't they say a fleet carrying precious relics would pass by here today?