Inside the Fault Channel, aboard the flagship of the Third Imperial Guard Legion.
The atmosphere on the bridge was somewhat oppressive. After all, everyone knew that they were carrying out a suicide mission with no chance of survival.
"Legion Commander, the staff has completed the detailed battle plan!"
The adjutant came to the side of the command seat and reported to Taretel.
Looking at the document the adjutant had sent over on the virtual panel before him, Taretel nodded.
The plan had been laid out in great detail, with the mission broken down to the formation level. Based on the information Cui Wa had provided, it clearly listed what every formation needed to do at each point in time.
"Break this plan down and send it to the commander of every formation!"
"Yes, Legion Commander!"
The adjutant nodded without much expression and immediately went to carry out the order.
One minute later.
"Legion Commander, all fleets are ready!"
"Begin!"
Taretel let out a soft sigh and gave the order.
Even with the allure of the Hall of Merits, when the moment truly came, even he felt a little sorrowful.
After all, life was beautiful. If there were a way out, who would be willing to give it up?
"Internal Black Hole Cavity Particle index acquired. Intensity fluctuating between 1728 and 1735!"
"First Fleet, open and deploy all Black Hole Cavity Particle storage modules. Begin first-stage particle release!"
"Value fluctuations are minimal. The expected standard has not been reached!"
After three minutes, the First Fleet had deployed all the particle storage modules it carried and caused them to leak deliberately within the channel, yet the resulting fluctuation had not even changed by a single point.
After all, this was an entire Fault Channel. The amount of particles carried by a single