Its flashy golden-yellow paint gleamed against a streamlined, spindle-shaped hull. The Imperial family's eight-dragon crest shone from the slanted armor at the front of the ship. Though it was only the size of an ordinary carrier, its magnetic field radiated an aura that eclipsed even dreadnoughts and Titans.
Needless to say, this could only be the special occult warship the Galactic Empire had spent a fortune building—the vessel commonly known as a dragon ship.
Though it was a paragon of the Galactic Empire, this ship clearly played dirty. It must have been lying in wait near the gravity well all along.
If they hadn't changed course just now, and the Pilgrim had continued along its original route, it would definitely have entered the enemy's attack range.
At the thought, everyone on the bridge felt a lingering chill, and a commotion broke out.
An Imperial alchemical warship had ambushed the route they had to take to escape, and they hadn't known a thing. At that moment, everyone inexplicably felt a bone-deep chill, as if they were being hunted by an invisible ghost.
"Was it lying in wait? Had it been stationed there from the start?" Captain Nemo asked. "We didn't detect it at all."
"That's the Silent," Yu Lian said. "It almost certainly just arrived."
Just arrived? Then why hadn't they detected any jump signal? Captain Nemo was still full of questions, but now wasn't the time to discuss them. He checked the crew's positions again, and only after learning that everyone was at their battle stations did he let out a small sigh of relief. Then he ordered the jump drive to begin warming up.
Right on cue, jump signals appeared around the Silent. A moment later, two more light carriers and ten light cruisers entered the system one after