After the Shadow Fleet re-entered navigation mode, Mu Fan's figure disappeared from everyone's view.
However, events related to him began to spread among select groups of people.
First, there was the high-level circle in the Barnard Star System, where the taboo name defined by the officials was entirely replaced with "that officer."
Next were the powerful hidden factions on the Capital Star, where Mu Fan's name began to enter the eyes of the Federal high society again, especially the military nobility renowned for their battle achievements.
Then there were the senior members of Dingchuan Academy on Blue Capital Star, with Dean Don Andrese at the helm, supported by Ruan Xiongfei and other core forces of the academic faction.
Apart from these, those who could access this information were extremely rare.
"The S team is becoming active again, and it seems that the one from the Federation is about to make a big move again. Recently, it's truly been worrisome... Have they started absorbing fresh blood from the academy already?" On the Capital Star, beneath the majestic dome of Mosibai Mountain, inside the enormous Floating City, Sigler Palm, who possessed purple pupils, looked like a beautiful man who stepped out of a painting.
At this moment, wearing a major general's uniform, he stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the rolling clouds, and murmured to himself.
Behind him, a colonel officer was bending over respectfully, waiting for instructions.
"Your report can stop here. You're able to come to see me not because your intelligence gathering went unnoticed, but because they can't be bothered with such low-level intelligence. If it were any higher, you'd be risking your life for it."
"So, stay alive and be a useful person for the Iris Family."
Sigler Palm waved his hand casually, speaking lightly.
The disappearance of a thousand warships was almost negligible compared to the terrifying numbers of the Federal army.
However, the implications behind this incident were very intriguing.
The S team started reaching towards the Barnard Star System, what does this move really signify?
One must know that many eyes are on that eagle...
The colonel behind him dared not utter a word at this, merely bowing silently and then retreating respectfully.
Leaving all the quiet time to Sigler Palm.
The great Iris...
Yet, those truly in the know were very curious as to why the terrifying Dark Dominator Solomon remains inactive.
Could such provocation be endured?
What kind of scheme is this Dark Dominator plotting?
No one believed that they truly did not know or genuinely did not care.
With the destruction of a quasi-S level mecha, along with an eight-level warship Black Dragon, Solomon could not remain indifferent.
The longer a viper lurks in the dark, the greater its plot.
This is understood by everyone, so Solomon's current silence made those who waited more and more uneasy.
They longed to see yet feared the day when the tidal wave of revenge would fully rise.
...
"Ahead is the wormhole."
"Since that event, to prevent secrets from leaking, the Federation has not dispatched any ships here again."
Black was calmly analyzing, as the Shadow Fleet was finally returning to its base, Black inexplicably felt a sense of belonging, which was exceedingly rare in its logical setup.
At this moment, Mu Fan stood alone in the wide and massive command hall, through the high ship windows, the jump point hidden within the desolate meteor belt was approaching closer.
Since returning with the academy forces last time, Mu Fan had not returned to Planet 131, on this small planet with strange red valleys, dense primitive forest covered in moss, and the fierce and crowded Zeg clusters left a very deep impression on him.
"Reached the jump point, sit tight. During the jump, the neurons and glial cells in the brain will be affected by continuous changes in the magnetic field, causing momentary thought disorder."
Mu Fan sat back on that huge steel chair, a strap securing his body tightly.
Then a slight dizziness hit, the giant porthole, outside the stillness of black seemed to come alive, beginning to kaleidoscopically symmetrically contract, expand, and repeat...
"Beep, beep, beep!"
"Detected corrosive energy, Shadow Fleet initiating neutralization mode, undergoing space acid purge, 1%, 3%..."
Mu Fan shook his head, as the whole ship began to move at this moment, a wave of nausea welled up suddenly.
He closed his eyes and asked, "What's happening?"
"Seems like the work of that bunch of bugs, in the month that my fleet was away, it seems the Zegs started becoming unruly again. But don't worry, to deal with these nasty acid energies, the Shadow Fleet is all equipped with energy neutralizers. Now, let me clear this smoky passage."
If anyone could see the spectacle inside the wormhole's passage at this moment, they would surely be amazed at the battleship exuding white radiance.
The white brilliance continuously intersected with the green mist, then continued to emit that even and gentle light to continuously cleanse the surrounding murkiness.
Achieving the realm of emerging unstained from the mud.
Suddenly, there was a heavy tremor under Mu Fan's feet, then the black vortex outside the window vanished, the nausea was gone too.
The dizziness in his brain started to disappear as well, when he opened his eyes, he realized the jump had ended.
"Is it over?"
"It's over, this time the acid energy was almost the same as the first blockage, those bugs must be up to something lately." Black said with certainty.
"Hmm, then let's land, I'll start searching for the Corruptor's core as soon as possible."
Following Mu Fan's instructions, the Dawn Battleship, leading the remaining Hurricane Trap Ships, began a large spiral descent.
Black boasted, "This is the Yake Empire's planes rich combat experience, spiral descent can minimize engine energy overflow, if the Federal's grand fleet attempted a collective landing, I bet they'd get shot down by those Plasma Worms before reaching the ground."
Mu Fan quietly noted down what Black casually said.
From the moment the ship officially entered the atmosphere, his heart started having an abnormal throbbing, even the metal tag imprint on his chest began to heat up for no apparent reason.
"Shura?"
Mu Fan murmured.
"What's up with that hunk of metal? An oil and salt-proof guy, I despise it." Black ask irritably.
"Seems like Shura's calling me." Mu Fan frowned.
This situation hadn't occurred for quite some time.
"Calling you? Maybe it wants to confess something, that guy has issues, extremely abnormal, you never mentioned it during all these battle days, truly stubborn."
Mu Fan disregarded Black, during the descent of Dawn Battleship, he went directly to the lower level hangar.
In the gigantic armored hangar, at this moment only a broken black mecha stood silently.
As Mu Fan looked over, those blood-red eyes happened to glance back.
Hmm?
Shura had something to say?
Mu Fan walked over, the broken Shura knelt on one knee, right hand leaning on a blade, like paying homage to his lord.
Mu Fan gently placed his right hand on the cold black armor, what was once just a gentle ripple in the spiritual world now began to appear as a significant surge.
He could feel the slight agitation transmitted by this mecha.
"What's wrong, Shura?"
In a soft voice, Mu Fan gazed at the mecha with whom he shared life and death.
"Uncertain... there is... great terror."
A rough voice sounded, the words conveyed both assurance and confusion.
Perhaps, with Shura's current intelligence, it was difficult to comprehend this feeling.
But Mu Fan understood; he was no stranger to this feeling.
This is...
Intuition.