bayedsolid Chapter 321 Bron
Chapter 321 Bron
Braum's vehicle is a majestic Emperor-class battleship. The hull gleams with mysterious light under the lights, as if carrying endless power and responsibility.
Near the battleship, there are more than 600 warships of various types of the navy, neatly arranged like loyal guards. Each ship exudes a strong sense of oppression, as if ready to engage in battle at any time.
The tracks under the servitor spun rapidly, leading Carl and his party through the spacious and busy passage to the bridge of the battleship.
The scene in the bridge was shocking. A large number of people were like a group of busy ants, shuttling between various control consoles, their eyes revealing concentration and tension.
The servitors' fingers danced rapidly on the control panel, constantly maintaining close contact with the persons in charge of each warship, relaying the received information to the staff. The staff was responsible for collecting and summarizing the information reported by the servitors and then handing it over to their superiors.
The buzzing sounds of the communication equipment and the flashing of the indicator lights intertwined to form a tense and orderly symphony.
The moment Carl and his companions stepped onto the bridge, their attention was instantly drawn to General Brun and the senior officials standing in the crowd.
General Brun is tall and straight, wearing a gorgeous battle robe and a military cap that symbolizes honor. He exudes an inviolable majesty.
Beside him, the senior naval officers had serious expressions. They were dressed in exquisite military uniforms and wore various medals and weapons around their waists, demonstrating their status and glory.
Several Astartes Space Marines wearing heavy power armor were like steel giants. Their power armor flashed with a cold light, as if they could withstand any attack.
As for the huge technical priest, he was wearing an ancient and mysterious red robe, holding a thick book in his hand. His whole body had undergone deep mechanical transformation, without a trace of human flesh and blood, and looked extremely terrifying.
The member of the Inquisition wore a black robe and had a stern expression on his face. His presence made people feel an invisible pressure.
"Good day, General Brun and all the gentlemen." Carl said cautiously, his heart filled with awe.
He didn't know who these people were, nor did he know what their status was, but he could feel that everyone here was someone who should not be underestimated.
When Bron and his group heard the greetings from Carl and others, they stopped what they were doing and turned to look at them.
A hint of disdain flashed in General Brun's eyes, then he smiled and nodded, motioning them to come closer.
Carl and the others hurried forward, their steps trembling slightly. They knew that the following exchange might determine the fate of several people present.
The senior naval officers looked at Carl and the others, with a hint of doubt in their eyes, but they did not show any obvious hostility.
The Astartes Space Marines looked at them indifferently, as if they were just a group of insignificant ants.
The technical priest narrowed his eyes slightly, as if thinking about something.
The members of the Inquisition maintained their stern expressions, as if everything was under their control.
Bron and Carl and their group slowly approached, their cautious and slightly curious steps seemed to carry a subtle hint of tension.
After Carl and his group approached, Bron asked directly without any reservation. His voice was like a sharp sword that cut through the silence, full of majesty and urgency: "How much intelligence do you have on those heretics?"
After hearing Bron's thunderous question, Carl and his companions felt as if their bodies were struck by an invisible force and began to tremble involuntarily. The slight shaking seemed to reflect the fear and anxiety deep in their hearts.
However, as a soldier, Carl showed extraordinary willpower. He suppressed the panic in his heart and struggled to cheer himself up, as if waking up from a nightmare.
He carefully pulled out a data storage device from his pocket, held it in his hands as if it were a priceless treasure, and respectfully handed it to Bron:
"General Bron, all the information about that group of heretics is stored completely in this data storage device. Please review it."
Bron stared quietly at the data storage device that Carl brought over. He waved his hand lightly, and a senior naval officer in gorgeous military uniform immediately understood. He quickly stepped forward to take the data storage device, turned around and walked to the control console with steady steps. He solemnly handed the data storage device carrying important information to the servitor who was busy operating various instruments.
After the servo received the data storage device, it made a slight mechanical sound, as if responding to this important task.
It quickly and skillfully inserted the data storage device into the console, and then a series of complex program codes began to scroll rapidly on the console screen, like a silent dance.
After a while, a huge holographic projection appeared in the bridge like a miracle. It was a colorful and extremely detailed galaxy map of the Provence star region. Every galaxy was marked clearly, as if the entire Provence star region was displayed before everyone.
Bron and the others narrowed their eyes slightly, their gazes fixed on the holographic projection, their focused expressions as if they wanted to remember every detail in their hearts.
They carefully examined the galaxy map of the Provans star region, with wisdom glittering in their deep eyes, as if they were peeping through the galaxy map to discover the secrets hidden in the darkness, searching for the key clues to fight against the heretics.
After carefully examining the star map, Braun gave Carl a solemn order: "Introduce those heretics!"
"Yes." Carl still maintained a respectful attitude. Although his voice was a little trembling, it was still clear and firm.
He pointed to various areas on the map and continued to explain in detail: "This is the Xinghai Galaxy. That group of heretics established their base here and are constantly expanding their influence."
"And the twenty-odd worlds within the surrounding thirty light years are like innocent chess pieces, manipulated at their will. These worlds have been completely occupied by that group of heretics."
As he spoke, Carl's hand drew an arc in the air, outlining the large circle containing more than twenty worlds more clearly.
His eyes revealed a hint of helplessness and sadness, as if he saw the creatures in the world being cruelly persecuted by heretics:
"These worlds were once peaceful and prosperous, but since the emergence of heretics, they have been plunged into endless wars."