Local Universe, Solar System.
Amid the frigid void, countless unmanned mining vessels from extrasolar planets transported vast quantities of minerals to Mars, which had just become a Forging world, and to Homeworld Terra.
As far as the eye could see, the support vessels along these void routes had created an overwhelmingly congested sight.
Only the small Shipborne Machine Spirits installed within the vessels, capable of large-scale data processing and mutual coordination, could keep the entire transport network flowing.
In a sense, the UHF now seemed to stand on the eve of a Golden Age.
Although its military strength and technological advancement might not reach that near-miraculous level.
Its large-scale use of Artificial Intelligence and degree of industrialization far exceeded the imagination of countless Xenomorphic Races.
It was said that in some low-intensity wars where the Astartes conquered Xenomorphic Race planets,
Astartes Power Armor with no physical entity inside had begun appearing on the battlefield.
However, such secretive matters were usually nothing more than Whispers passed among the Void Fleets, never confirmed by any UHF higher-ups.
Buzzz—
At that moment, a colossal figure speeding through the frigid void abruptly halted.
Judging by the pure white hair wrapped in boundless fiery energy and that exquisite face, it was Fulgrim, who had long remained in the Local Universe!
At that moment, as the host of the Phoenix Force, he seemed to have vaguely sensed something unusual.
"Phoenix, did you sense anything wrong?"
After sweeping his gaze across the frigid void and staring from afar at the star known as the Sun, Fulgrim suddenly asked the Phoenix Force.
"Kid, something is indeed wrong. My perception of the Phoenix Force fragments scattered throughout the depths of the universe has been completely blocked. Unless something went wrong with my control over my power, it means some