Actually, we all wanted to immediately figure out what was going on with this strange girl who seemed so familiar with us, but apparently there was no time. This red universe was collapsing. The Fallen Apostle clearly possessed universe-control technology slightly more advanced than ours, and their speed of destroying this world's constants exceeded imagination—though it was also possible that this world was simply too unstable. A universe built upon fragments had most of its constants balanced at the edge of mutual contradiction. Once a single lever was broken, the entire world would collapse in a chain reaction. To avoid suffering losses again for such a ridiculous reason, we could only take this large group of somewhat abnormal but no longer threatening Abyssalized warships and leave this world first.
The retreat went a little more smoothly than expected, because Lin Xue's prophetic ability had gradually recovered from the "interference." In fact, as long as she did not try to peer at a certain bizarre girl, her ability would remain unaffected. Having a prophet during a march and battle was enormously significant. The Fallen Apostle had no chance of finding the Empire Army's retreat route. We could always change course several minutes before their reconnaissance probes arrived. In Miss Lin's words, such trivial matters were far too lacking in accomplishment.
But after we finally left the Fallen Apostle's sphere of influence without incident, Lin Xue was still exhausted. She had performed far too many precise predictions today.
Because we had fought a special battle and acquired a large group of exceptionally unusual "followers," the main force did not return directly to the Empire. The Sixth Fleet and First Fleet took a detour to a low-energy universe at the border used as a buffer zone for a full inspection. No one could