It did not take long for a fleet the size of a sub-fleet to enter the Cross-border Channel.
"Report, the reconnaissance fleet has entered the channel. However, according to their report, the Cross-border Channel opened by the Heretics seems different from the one we use!"
"How is it different?"
"The scenery is different!"
"What do you mean?"
Sherris froze for a moment, unable to make sense of it.
Wasn't a Cross-border Channel supposed to be nothing but darkness? What scenery could there be? Did they think they were on a sightseeing tour?
"Commander, according to the sub-fleet that entered the channel, there are streams of seven-colored light flowing along the inner walls of this Cross-border Channel."
"Seven-colored light? Are you sure those people aren't hallucinating?"
"Confirmed. They have already sent back the footage they recorded."
As he spoke, the deputy operated his terminal and displayed the footage.
After watching it, Sherris was stunned.
This was not a Cross-border Channel at all. What exactly was it?
"Commander, the target channel has disappeared. Our assessment is that the other side has closed it!"
Just as Sherris was absorbed in the footage, a soldier from the bridge crew shouted.
"Damn it!"
"Those Heretics must have been monitoring us. Otherwise, they would not have closed the channel the moment our fleet entered!"
Slamming his hand against the armrest of the command console, Sherris spoke through gritted teeth.
"Commander, what should we do?"
"Order the fleet to turn around. Withdraw from the route first, then decide what to do next!"
"But, Commander—"
"No buts. If we continue forward, even if we manage to force our way out of this route, there probably won't be much of us left!"
"Yes, Commander!"
In truth, Sherris did not want to retreat either, but there was simply no other