The Federation War Zone's expeditionary force had already been assembled, and the data fragments had been implanted into the warships assigned to the expedition.
Before departure, people from the Federation War Zone approached Digital Phantom, hoping they could perform one final check.
Apparently, they still were not entirely confident in the artificial intelligence and wanted its owners to personally verify it.
But in truth, there was also the matter of borrowing Luck. Digital Phantom had won battle after battle—who would not want to share a little of that good fortune? Among the Empire's people, Luck was considered vague and intangible, and very few truly believed in it.
Yet the more dangerous the profession, the more people believed in such things. Soldiers and starship crew members were especially like this.
Even those who did not believe it inwardly did not dare say so aloud—having something auspicious to say was always necessary.
Besides, Digital Phantom's reputation was simply too great.
Not only had they won repeated victories and accumulated countless achievements in the Alliance, they had also captured a large number of prisoners and seized a Battalion-Class Ship when they were in the Federation.
Many old hands in the Federation War Zone still vividly remembered the grand scene when they returned.
As long as they appeared at the expedition's departure site, it would surely cause a tremendous stir and clearly boost morale.
Every soldier knew that Digital Phantom had returned alive from the Federation. Was there any better blessing than that? Whether out of professional necessity or personal sentiment, Qu Jianlei could not refuse such a request and could only go.
This time, the Battalion-Class Ship he piloted was escorted in by three Battalion-Class Ships. The reception was astonishingly grand.
Even Fourth Boss, who was aboard with him, directly remarked, "Your reception