Chapter 737: Get the hell away from me!

...... How long will it take to return to the Star Sea Hall?

Subjective time feels like two months, but actual time is at least ten months or more.

The navigation officer remained silent for a long time; the engines they carried are the most advanced space folding engines available, no longer curvature engines.

Just like that, it will take at least ten months to get back.

Sigh, what about communications? Let's get in touch.

We're basically done; let's first send the information back.

Fortunately, the communication system is still usable.

Amidst the noisy discussion, the Communications Officer checked the equipment and breathed a sigh of relief.

The Quantum Communication Module is undamaged and can still transmit messages instantly to the Star Sea Hall.

That's good.

The Fleet Commander nodded.

If we were to say what the greatest invention in the world is, it's definitely Quantum Communication.

Without Quantum Communication technology ending countless ages of darkness in the universe, today's Star Sea Civilization would not have such a prosperous scene.

No matter how fast the Space Folding Engine is, it cannot exceed the physical limit of light speed; no matter how advanced the Curvature Engine is, it still has to honestly cross a distance.

But Quantum Communication is different.

It disregards distance, disregards space; as long as Quantum Entanglement remains unbroken, no matter where you are in the Star Sea, the message can arrive instantly anywhere.

Several million light-years?

In the face of Quantum Communication, it's just a blink of an eye.

Send the information back.

The Commander said in a low voice.

The Communications Officer operated a few times, turning the information into a Quantum Signal that instantly crossed several million light-years and appeared at the receiving end of the Star Sea Hall.

Star Sea Hall, Observation Center.

At the moment the information arrived, the receiving end of Quantum Entanglement lit up with a faint blue light pattern.

That is the exclusive identifier of the hall's highest encrypted channel; no one spoke, and the entire Observation Center was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

The Vanguard Force lost contact completely a few hours ago; no one knows what happened to them.

Now, information about that place has finally been transmitted via Quantum Communication.

At that moment, upon receiving the information, several projections from the hall nodes of various universes projected forth and gathered above the Observation Center.

One, two.... ten.

Each projection represents a high-ranking official overseeing a region of the hall.

The composition of the hall differs from that of ordinary civilizations.

It has no single headquarters; instead, it is scattered among countless universal regions, linked by Quantum Channels.

Separated by immeasurable distances, they gather together in the form of projections.

These ten projections do not mean that the Star Sea Hall has only ten; rather, they mean that the region affected by this heavenly disaster is the area under their joint jurisdiction.

"The Vanguard Force's information has finally been transmitted back."

Tens of thousands of mother‑ship‑level main cannons all proved ineffective.

The attack was blocked by a force field several cubits away, not even touching the opponent's surface.

The target appears to be an embryonic form of a heavenly disaster king, absorbing polluted energy.

The entire fleet was exiled to the void region of the star map by Space Folding Technology.

Each word spoken made the atmosphere in the hall grow heavier.

After a long silence, one of the projections spoke.

Conventional force is ineffective.

Then prepare to activate the Second Strike Plan.

All halls, pick elite forces, form a Second Punitive Army centered on Dimensional Space Weapons, and carry out fire coverage.

No matter the cost, we must strangle it before it takes shape.

The remaining projections all nodded in agreement.

The order was issued extremely quickly.

The entire war machine of the Star Sea Hall sprang into action in the shortest possible time.

The Star Sea Hall's fleet received the transfer order, sailing out of port one after another and gathering at the center of the pollution contraction.

At the same time, the hall also sent a copy of the information to the Alliance.

Alliance Leader, the hall has already assembled the Second Punitive Army and hopes the Alliance can assist.

Alliance Research Institute.

Zhang Jie stared at the information just transmitted on the light screen, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.

Tens of thousands of main cannons concentrated fire, all to no avail.

Blocked by a force field several cubits away.

The fleet was exiled.

Yuan stood beside, listening and feeling only absurd.

"What the hell is this ability?"

On the Star Sea Hall side, they have already assembled the Second Punitive Army.

They want us to assist.

What do you think?

Zhang Jie did not answer immediately, but instead called up the data on the shrinking pollution again and examined it carefully.

It's not that the Star Sea Hall is weak; on the contrary, this organization is extremely powerful—how could an organization maintaining order in the galaxy be weak?

It's only because this calamity hasn't yet escalated to a universal scale; if things get a bit worse, the arriving fleet won't be counted in tens of thousands.

This thing.... can a calamity have such means?

Zhang Jie wondered; although calamities more or less possess the instinct for swift navigation.

But to instantaneously open space and exile the mother ship fleet countless light-years away—such a method, no matter how you look at it, doesn't seem like something a calamity could do.

One should say that no calamity currently can do that.

"Not right."

Zhang Jie shook his head; this is not the birth of a true sovereign calamity.

He observed the context between the pollution nodes, and all the contextual flow directions were not the problematic spot.

But rather in fleeing.....

"Anyway, let's go take a look first."

Zhang Jie decided to go personally to investigate; he felt the matter was far from that simple....

"Huh.... can't...."

In the depths of the Star Sea, at the edge of the pollution tide.

Qi Yu's massive body lay casually on a meteorite surface, her belly round and full, she let out a satisfied burp—she really couldn't eat any more.

"This thing.... is hard to eat..."

Qi Yu complained, she could also be considered a gourmet—what hasn't she eaten? What civilized banquet has she not attended?

But this thing, it's forcing her to eat shit....

Just as she was resting, a sudden gleam of light flashed in the distant starry sky, the engine ripple of a spatial jump drew her attention.

Another group of iron-shelled ones arrived.

Qi Yu's face sank, she stood up, and her insect wings slowly unfurled behind her.

Again and again, do you really think I have no temper?

If you keep bothering me, it won't be as simple as going a few million light-years away to drink the northwest wind!

She muttered to herself, resentfully, and with a casual flick of her hand, space twisted, and that mighty fleet was flung away once more.

"Oh right, I still need to warn that lot."

"So as not to say I'm slaughtering the innocent."

Qi Yu closed her eyes, as if sensing something.

At that moment, within the quantum communications hub of the Star Sea Hall, a line of warning suddenly appeared.

The content was very simple, just a single sentence.

"Stay away from me! Get the hell away!!!"