Chapter 234 Chief Navigator
In the navigation lighthouse of the Glory Saber, a man was sitting cross-legged.
His body is slender, his fingers are slender, his hair is dark brown, and his eyes, the normal eyes, are the same.
And on the high forehead, the hanging hair is tied up with a silver ribbon, which is where the "Navigator's Eye" lies.
This sphere is translucent white, with a mottled color outside. It does not gain vision by receiving visible light, but can penetrate the subspace barrier and gaze at the original information in the illusory space.
At this moment, he is using his subspace vision to lead the "Glory Saber" away from the subspace anchor point on the edge of the planet Safinius.
Dragged by the subspace ocean currents, the frigate moved forward with difficulty. The entire ship was wrapped in an oval force field, sinking and floating in the invisible waves, just like in the ocean tides. Like a floating object floating up and down.
On the navigation tower on the upper part of the battleship, the chief navigator used his innate instinct to search for the light of the lighthouse, the Star Torch.
He has been doing this since graduating and serving in the Saber of Glory.
It is not an exaggeration to say that the Star Torch maintains the existence of the empire, because only the Star Torch can allow the navigator's subspace eye to accurately locate the distance and position between itself and the target.
Without the light of the Star Torch that illuminates the entire galaxy, navigators can only rely on the psychic beacons used as relays in the physical universe.
Compared with the star torches, they are just insignificant candles. Only one tenth of the galaxies in a sector has a subspace beacon, and the effect is extremely limited.
It's like using a match to wander around in a dark forest.
The course is 114°514′, and it takes about nine days to reach the Nessian system -
The chief navigator looked at the hand-drawn star map placed next to the rotating seat and confirmed it At this point, the Geller force field protecting the "Glory Saber" was then checked to ensure that it was stable and effective.
The Warp does not look like its true state, and even navigators cannot see through the blocking fog.
But his warp vision allows him to detect the invisible whirlpools of the warp's tides.
The Nessen galaxy was chosen as a subspace anchor, and by moving in a given direction, it could span hundreds of light-years at a constant speed.
Things in subspace are not fixed. The bizarre subspace means that even if a navigation route is planned, the final result may be completely different.
So he must stay awake for these nine days, always monitoring the situation of the subspace route and preventing even the smallest calculation error.
After checking, he discovered an omission and sent a series of coded commands to the bridge.
A few minutes later, the Geller force field on the starboard side began to strengthen. Under the control of the crew, the psychic shield expanded to a certain range.
The "Glory Saber" gradually withdrew from its current anchor point, and psychic power began to continuously impact the Geller force field.
In the navigator's perception, the entire ship was like leaves floating on the waves. Although he did not see the starship moving forward with his own eyes, he could still imagine in his mind that the escort ship was moving at an alarming rate. The speed is advancing in the dimensions of time and space.
In less than half a minute, the original psychic lighthouse was no longer visible, and only blurry light spots could be barely seen from the scanning array.
As time passed and the warp warped, the blurry points of light became silent.
Turn left and right, the navigator stretched his limbs. This should be the safest time in the entire journey, and it was also the time when he could relax briefly.
He withdrew the spiritual power he had released, pulled off the silver belt made of velvet, and blocked the third "eye" with a metal plate engraved with a magic circle and imbued with psychic energy.
But just before he retracted his vision of the subspace, he vaguely seemed to "see" a ship, following closely behind the escort ship, breaking the tide of the subspace, forming another vortex.
This may be another Imperial ship, Safinius' anchorage is a busy node with transport ships passing by from time to time.
After making a note in the log, the navigator motioned to his half-brother to take over the task of navigation.
As a senior member of the navigator family on this ship, he has the responsibility to ensure the safety of the ship when it jumps or changes its route. Now that the task has been temporarily completed, he is happy to let his brothers and sisters take over for the time being. Work and get exercise.
After all, just one hour of exposure to subspace had already given him a splitting headache and mental exhaustion. If he didn't take the time to take a nap, he might not be able to last nine days.
In other areas of the navigation tower, lower-level family members are still studying. They are always talking about the true nature of subspace and the strange phenomena they have encountered during their travels as navigators. Everyone wants to know those stories. Of course, until now, the main navigator of the Saber of Glory didn't like describing those stories.
Because as his service time increased, he encountered or heard more and more stories, and they became more and more terrifying.
He could even feel the dark abyss and evil tentacles pulling at the edge of perception at any time.
There is only one thing those people must understand.
The subspace is by no means a benign place——
Just when he picked up a cup of hot tea and prepared to warm his stomach for a moment, a tingling pain in his forehead made the cup in his hand Fell to the ground.
The expensive white porcelain suddenly turned into pieces of garbage. The navigator shook his body and held on to the edge of the table.
"What..."
His world fell into darkness, with no picture, no distance, and no vision.
In just a moment, he was on the verge of collapse, and his consciousness seemed to be swallowed by the endless abyss.
Then, he saw a changing, snarling, indescribable, amorphous shadow, like a sneaky wolf, tightly attached to his back.
The wet teeth, the gleaming claws, the barbed tongue, everything is so real.
He could even feel the hot breath on the back of his neck.
It is so close -
"Hold still, don't let it disturb your mind."
Suddenly, a soft voice sounded in his ears.
"Ah!"
With a shout, the chief navigator woke up, and everyone around him looked at him in surprise.
"Sir, how are you..."
The chief navigator shook his head and indicated that he was fine, but his whole body was soaked in his own sweat, and his robe was soaked.
“Go to…”
He said to his attendant in a weak voice:
"...Go and inform the bridge that I have important news to report to the captain, immediately, speed."
"Yes, Yes! I will immediately!"
"Ah!"
At this time, a scream suddenly sounded from the navigation tower, and he immediately recognized it as his brother's voice.
The chief navigator immediately ran up the stairs, and then he saw the other person rolling on the ground holding his forehead, and blood was flowing out from between his fingers.
"What's going on!"
He went up to help his brother up, only to find that his other two eyes were also bleeding, looking very scary.
“What happened?”
“Behind...behind...followed...”
Before he finished speaking, the trainee navigator fainted.
(End of this chapter)