Chapter 821 A Very Ordinary Prelude (1/2)
Just as Joshua's clone meditated inside the Liege's Residence.
On the edge of the galaxy, a mountainous Mothership over nine thousand meters long was panickily crossing the Void between worlds nearby Fort Pioneer. It weaved out of a swirl-shaped portal, seemingly evading some terrible presence hot on its heels.
The Mothership was scorched black, dilapidated—its surface was filled with traces of cannon fire blasts. Even so, its original golden paint could be faintly discerned, a triangular flag sketched upon it…
The flag of the Sartrean army.
As if a massive spindle, the vessel had a streamline and level form. Nothing appeared to protrude, but at its tip were dozens of energy crystals flickering in green radiance.
But now, those crystals were dying, one after another: The Mothership had clearly exhausted its energy reserves following an extreme distance warping. If it had no other way of replenishing its energies, the dimensional turbulences in the Void would swiftly to tear the Mothership apart in the absence of a shield, and the colossal creation of civilization would in turn become a luxurious coffin for all its passengers.
Despite the hopeless moment, the navigator of the Mothership clearly had no plan to give up. It was directed to last of the ships power to transmit a distress signal to the dimensional region around him through wide-area broadcasting, seeking any help out there—even if they could not be rescued, the vital information has to be sent out.
They were convinced that there must be something that could help them: The Mothership's extreme distance warping had locked on to this dimensional region where energy density peaked and was the most stable. It was the definitive sign that a powerful Void civilization existed here.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.
Anxiously they awaited a reply for their distress signal, their mood gradually descending into despair and a reluctance to be resigned to their fate.
It was worth rejoicing that their signal was answered.
In the Mothership control hub where the lights were all dim-red, there was a suppressed but infinitely thrilled cheer and shouts of jubilation.
***
Meanwhile, inside Fort Pioneer.
Nostradamus, who was incidentally at the heart of the fortresses to prepare a colossal compound observation circle to study distant parts of the Multiverse and other galaxies was observing the setup of the circle and circumstances of data compilation.
The elderly mage delicately adjusted the data in the observation circle and soothed the surrounding dimensional turbulences for convenient observation in the future. He had been busy for some time and about to obtain results—the dimensional turbulences around the edge of the observation circles had stilled, while a colossal observation circle that could cover the skies of a world slowly spread itself.
But suddenly, an abnormal warping signature the dimensional turbulence that had been calmed after much difficulty, throwing away every accomplishment gained thus far.
”…”
Narrowing his eyes, Nostradamus could hear an observer gasping in curiosity beside him before issuing a Level Two alert, warning, ”Abnormal dimensional ripple and signal of unknown civilization detected—according to energy feedback, a massive Void warship has warped to our patrol area!”
”They appear to be transmitting a wide-area broadcast signal to surrounding space, interfering with our data collection. Ranking officers must be notified…”
At those words, the observer appeared to remember something and turned: Nostradamus was already strolling to him.
”Put it through,” the old mage said impassively. ”Read what it says, and try to get them to stop so that they wouldn't interfere with our observation.”
”Yes, sir.”
The observatory personnel connected to the other's channel, looking up as he recalled his training and spoke in a formal tone, ”This is Fort Pioneer, the United Stronghold of Mycroft. Otherworld friends transmitting over a wide area, please turn off your transmission, switch to another mode of communication so as to not put up a disturbance. Civilization molds the air of exchanges, and everyone has a part to play in transmission channel regulation…”
He communicating steadily with perfect conformation to the 'Otherworld Beings Interaction Regulation', with the general gist of his message being to get the other side turn off their mics. For the visitors' part, they were silent for a long time before erupting into a heaven splitting cheer and shouts, with many of them uttering unintelligible otherworld languages.
”What are they saying?”
At a loss, the other observation personnel turned towards others, shaking their heads. There were few in Mycroft who spoke demon and elven, while dwarves and fairies were forgetting their own language amidst the widespread usage of the Common Tongue. With language unifying, there were certainly not many linguists in Mycroft.
Even so, before Nostradamus and the observation personnel could think about how they could guess what they were saying or have them understand themselves, the channel that was filled with otherworldly language was abruptly silent. As they pondered if the line was disconnected, a rather stuttering, ancient voice spoke non-fluent Mycroft Common Tongue in return.
”This is Zelma, captain of the Voyager, flagship of the Second Sartrean Fleet. Majestic, venerable and infinitely prosperous civilization of Mycroft, we offer you sincere blessings and greetings… respected champions, our vessel is immobile due to unexpected circumstances. Our ship's energy is exhausted, our life support system on hold, in fear and trepidation, we ask for your compassion and aid.”
Even if an eight-year-old child could speak better than the voice, everyone was still considerably shocked when an otherworld civilization actually used the language of their own world.