65: It's like walking on thin ice, my friend.

"We are a transport fleet affiliated with the Sacred Stars Group,"

"Currently transporting a batch of mineral resources."

"Due to encountering unknown void fluctuations."

"We were forced to make an emergency landing here."

When Xi Hai heard the other side identify themselves as the "Cosmic Army," all the rhetoric he had previously devised was immediately overturned, leaving only carefully considered caution in his response—

Previously, while he was still at the Order Seat V01.01, he had gained some understanding of the military structure here: it followed the "Second Empire" regime of the fourth era, divided into the Cosmic Army and the Galaxy Defense Force.

If the Defense Force could be considered similar to the public security forces of his past life, then the Cosmic Army could be described as an entirely elite field army.

When would a regime dispatch its own elite field army? Undoubtedly, that would be when its national defense and security were under serious threat, and all other means were insufficient to cope with it.

To be honest, Xi Hai was not at all surprised that the current situation in Ursa Major V12.22 would alarm the Cosmic Army.

However, at such a sensitive time, how he, as an unknown armed force, should face the Cosmic Army fleet before him had become a serious issue.

If the other side were to treat him as the culprit behind this catastrophe—even if it were just suspicion—he would face great trouble.

After all, the military does not need evidence; it only needs coordinates.

He was certainly not afraid of this pitifully weak fleet before him, but ever since the ancient pre-industrial era, war had long ceased to be a simple confrontation of weapons, but rather a collision of systems—

What was truly daunting was the system behind this small fleet, the system that could rank among the best in the entire human civilization.

Even if the Warship from the setting was strong, Xi Hai was facing an indisputable fact: his system had not yet been built.

If he were to clash with one of the six top regimes of the Order Alliance at this stage, although it would not be impossible to rival them, his development would definitely be greatly restricted—at least, developing in the light would be a luxury.

After confirming and sending this text, Xi Hai sighed—he needed to quickly build his own system.

As long as the Pathfinder base, Space City, and even the stargate began to roll out on a large scale, he would be able to let this starry sky witness that production capacity comparable to the mechanical calamity.

"Transport fleet?" "The Corporation?" The small squad leader felt relieved.

Just a moment ago, tension and fear had almost made him unable to breathe: in front of him was a giant Warship suspected to be an enemy, and behind him was military discipline as heavy as a mountain; either side was enough to crush him to pieces.

Fortunately, before his heart could jump out of his chest, he heard the news he most wanted to hear—the other party was a neutral force that had strayed into the area.

After relaxing, he used his trembling hands to turn the microphone on the communication console and sent:

"The current Ursa Major V12.22 is in the midst of a massive starry sky turbulence,"

"Please lock your weapons and proceed to the Space City at the node to wait."

One hour later—on the Main Control Tower of the Ursa Major node's Space City, Colonel Suhart stared at the suddenly appeared fleet, his expression uncertain.

A golden-yellow giant Warship, according to the other party, was their engineering ship and transport ship;

And the four silver-white Warships surrounding it—he looked at the images sent by the reconnaissance fleet—those were mass-produced battlecruisers.

He suddenly felt a massive headache: as far as he knew, the five giant enterprises of the Order Alliance could only produce cruisers.

As for the battlecruisers above that, he had only heard that the Keraso The Corporation had plans to attempt production.

Where did this Sacred Stars Group come from?

The connection with his superiors was still disconnected, and he felt as if he were groping forward in a dark swamp; one carelessness, and he would fall into an abyss from which there was no recovery.