Chapter 302 Between the Elbows and Armpits, a Ring Within a Ring.

"My Lord, Vice Admiral Ollivander, the commander of the convoy, requests an audience."

"Let him in."

"Yes..." After receiving Calvin's permission, the guard Otto walked out the door.

It has been a week since the Grand Fleet left Ophelia 7 and its galaxy.

Considering the special religious status of this star zone, the returning fleet did not rush to enter the subspace voyage, but instead used a parade mode of navigation, intermittently jumping between the large and small bishop worlds in the Ophelia star zone.

The fleet is now at the end of the star zone, with the central ecliptic of the Milky Way as the center, just opposite the Ophelia galaxy and overlooking it from a distance.

The fleet has completed its exploration plan of the star zone world and is about to dive into the depth of long-distance subspace navigation. Before officially entering the silent navigation state, Vice Admiral Ollivander, as the commander of the fleet, came to listen to instructions, which is absolutely in line with procedures and reasonable.

Well, at least it looks like that...

The door of the office opened silently to both sides, and Calvin raised his head to look at the mortal who walked into the hall.

Otto seemed to be delayed by other matters. In the quiet office, only Calvin and the visitor were facing each other from a distance of more than ten meters.

"Good day, respected Sir Calvin."

Vice Admiral Ollivander stepped on the red velvet carpet and saluted Calvin with the Eagle Salute from a distance of ten meters.

"Good day, Sir Ollivander, stand up, what's the matter? I don't think I have a record of summoning you here."

Calvin put down the data pad used to query the file in his hand, and the vermilion pen used to annotate confidential documents in his other hand was also casually placed on the pen holder.

"Yes, I am presumptuous. I need to confirm with you about the itinerary of the fleet, so I came here suddenly."

Ollivander bowed his head respectfully, and answered Calvin's question in a steady voice.

"Oh, come in and talk."

Calvin looked at Ollivander and said casually, without stopping the work in his hand, and picked up another document that needed to be reviewed again.

"Yes." The vice admiral walked forward slowly, picked up the data pad on his waist, and said to Calvin as he walked:

"The planned itinerary for the next transit node of the Grand Fleet has been calculated. My fleet plans to arrive at the Taras region in a week. After passing here, we will enter the border of the Terra region."

"Thank you for your hard work. What about your problem? Where can I help you?"

Calvin appreciated the smooth journey. After affirming the work of Vice Admiral Ollivander, he stood up happily and walked around the back of the long table to the admiral in front of him.

The atmosphere in the hall was quite harmonious. Obviously, as the two parties who temporarily cooperated for this journey, they were satisfied with each other's cooperation.

"My lord, please look... This is Taras, and our position should be here now..."

Olivander held up the data pad in his hand and handed it to Calvin, and continued to explain to Calvin the details of the dynamic star district diagram on it.

Calvin also did not arrogantly remind the two of their class and normal etiquette, and reached out to take the data board.

"Here? Um... a desolate world? Is there anything special about it?"

"Yes, it was originally a shrine world belonging to the Imperial Church. In a warp storm a thousand years ago, it was polluted and fell by the evil demons from Chaos. The shrines on it were destroyed and the population was plundered."

"So..." Calvin frowned and looked at the general who walked to his side with his head down and asked:

"What should I pay attention to?"

After saying this, Ollivander also happened to walk to Calvin's side. He slowly raised his head, and his twisted face looked at Calvin's body with a crazy smile:

"You don't need to pay attention to anything. The most important thing for you now is to accept this greeting from the Lord of Tampering!"

Bang!

Boom boom boom!

The low sound of the flesh explosion was like a leather bag full of liquid being crushed, intertwined with the huge roar outside the warship's porthole.

As the blood mist caused by the blood-red flesh explosion dissipated, Otto, who heard the sound from outside the hall, looked at Alan Janus, the only one left in the room, and asked:

"Are you okay?"

Alan, who had escaped from the psychic disguise of ten days, slapped off the flesh and blood hanging on his shoulder armor and calmly replied to his relative in front of him:

"I'm fine here, everything is going according to plan."

Outside the porthole, the escort fleet's attack on the Angel of Punishment continued, but this sudden attack did not achieve the effect they expected.

As early as a week ago, the guards of the Imperial Guard had made unified adjustments to the servos of the weapon arrays on the six affiliated cruisers in the name of drill review.

The new macro cannon firing table and the basic parameters of the light spear seemed normal on the surface, but the most critical melee data had been damaged by the underlying logic.

And when this war that both sides expected began, this prepared method gained unexpected benefits.

On the six polluted and corrupted cruisers of the Imperial Navy, the rebel weapons officers whose minds had been twisted personally manipulated the weapon arrays on the warships and launched a total of 12 rounds of combined attacks of macro cannons and light spears at the Angel of Punishment, which was surrounded by the fleet.

But after the huge smoke and shock in the weapon array room, the officers in charge of sighting and correction gave them unacceptable results:

None of the 36 huge macro cannon shells hit the target, and all of them brushed the edge of the shield of the Angel of Punishment and rushed into the dark deep space;

A total of 12 double and triple-mounted light spear arrays, 15 focused lasers were fired at close range, but only two of them brushed the shield of the Angel of Punishment!

What is going on!

The rebels' already distorted faces underwent further changes under this unexpected stimulation.

At least half of the rebels were unable to bear the chaos power suddenly imposed on them in the punishment of "failed conspiracy" and the "accident" to please the evil god, and they were shattered on the spot and turned into chaos eggs whose original form could not be seen.

The rebellious imperial navy fleet was in chaos at this time.

Countless key positions were shut down due to the loss of their leaders, and countless warships and equipment began to have their own hateful machine souls under the corruption of chaos after the sacrificial cycle of these Chaos eggs was over.

And 30 seconds after the first wave of ineffective attacks by the rebels, the two Astartes heavy cruisers, the Angel of Punishment and the Interstellar Labyrinth, located in the center of the fleet, also began to roar and release the sacred wrath of the Emperor to these rebels.

The flashes of light spears and macro cannons shone inside the fleet, but the two sides who had already started fighting were still moving forward according to their original inertia.

When the Manzeville point expected to be used for folding appeared in front of both sides in the uninhabited galaxy ahead.

After being urgently recruited by Calvin, the Krieg Fleet, which took 13 days to cross two major star regions, once again appeared at the subspace breach ahead in the fearful eyes of the rebels!

This rebellion naval battle on the edge of the Ophelia star zone was unilaterally declared victory by the imperial soldiers within a few minutes after it suddenly broke out.

And on the other side of the star zone, a special war on Ophelia 7 has just begun.

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