With the support of a ninth-level civilization, do you want me to believe in electronic gods?

Chapter 441: "Ghost Wall"

"Fleet track..."

After hearing Fang Yunsheng's order, the officer who spoke earlier showed hesitation:

"General Fang, two hours ago, you issued a retrospective order..."

"Investigate! Keep investigating!" Fang Yunsheng's face looked a little ugly, and he shouted sternly, "We must find out the problem!"

"……Yes."

The officer performed a standard military salute and accepted Fang Yunsheng's request.

After waiting for a moment, a continuously extending red line slowly emerged on the holographic interface in front of the command center.

This is the trajectory the fleet is sailing on.

It uses the Human Union main universe as a reference system and is drawn by the central mastermind established in the Human Union Academy of Sciences.

Theoretically, it will not be affected by the environment around the fleet and is the most accurate track map.

At first, the red trail was moving straight in the direction of the beacon, but when it was one-third of the way there, a strange phenomenon occurred!
Unconsciously, this bright red track line seemed to be disturbed by some unknown interference and slowly shifted.

Although it cannot be observed with the naked eye, the ship's main computer has already issued a warning.

A deflection of one ten-millionth of a degree.

This was a very slight angle deviation, but the expressions of Fang Yunsheng and the other officers in the command center became extremely solemn.

Lost in millimeters, a thousand miles.

This statement has a very intuitive reflection in interstellar navigation - when the advancing distance is far enough, even an angle deflection of one ten-millionth of a degree will produce two completely different results in the end.

This is the case for navigation within the universe, let alone navigation outside the universe.

The macroscopic scale of the hyperspace membrane can be far larger than the so-called cosmic bubble.

A cosmic bubble with a diameter of tens of billions of light years can even be regarded as just a tiny sesame seed on the scale of the hyperspace membrane!
In this kind of macro-level navigation, an angle deviation of one ten-millionth of a degree is absolutely a major error that cannot be tolerated! !

"stop!"

Looking at the obviously deviated track, Fang Yunsheng shouted in a deep voice: "Retrieve the fleet's navigation log. I want to know what happened at that time!"

"Also, whoever was in charge of the course calibration at that time, step out immediately!"

As soon as the words fell, an officer with a nervous look stood up from his seat in the command center, facing Fang Yunsheng's gaze: "Fang, General Fang..."

Fang Yunsheng nodded, and the officer's name and various basic information appeared on the holographic interface beside him: "Chen Wanqing."

"Yes, it's me."

Looking at Fang Yunsheng's scrutinizing eyes, Chen Wanqing became more and more uneasy.

Although route calibration is a very important job, the person in charge of this job is just an ordinary officer - this is not difficult to understand. With the current technology of the Human Union, all route calibration work is automatically completed by the shipboard main brain and the Human Union main brain. The reason for setting up this position is mainly to ensure the safety of the fleet's navigation.

What if the shipboard main brain fails? Or what if the Human Alliance main brain encounters an accident?
Of course, the probability of this happening is very small.

In the tens of thousands of years of history of the Human Union, only a handful of such incidents have occurred.

But those incidents all had quite serious consequences.

Therefore, Renmin University of China has specially established the position of route calibrator.

Normally, during the voyage of a fleet, the ship-borne main brain and the human-linked main brain will calibrate the route separately. Once there is a deviation between the two, the ship-borne main brain will issue an early warning, and the route calibrator will conduct manual calibration and inspection to make an accurate judgment on the fleet's route.

"What exactly happened at that time?" Fang Yunsheng looked at Chen Wanqing in front of him, and at the same time glanced at the fleet's navigation log that appeared beside him, "Tell me about it in detail."

Hearing Fang Yunsheng's words, the bitterness on Chen Wanqing's face became more intense.

In fact, as soon as there was a problem with the fleet's route, he, as the route calibrator, was interrogated in all aspects.

but……

"General Fang, apart from the shipboard main brain's active error reporting, I didn't find any abnormal phenomena." Chen Wanqing sighed, "At that time, the shipboard main brain performed a total of three route calibration operations, and I double-checked each operation."

"According to the information sent by the Human Alliance's main brain, the fleet's course has deviated. However, judging from the records of the ship's own main brain, the fleet has always been on the planned route."

"I was worried that the ship's mainframe had malfunctioned, and I even manually calibrated the beacon universe, but I found out..."

Chen Wanqing swallowed hard: "The fleet did not deviate from its course."

"At least, the manual calibration results show that the Beacon Universe has always been directly in front of the fleet."

Fang Yunsheng frowned and turned his gaze back to the holographic interface in front of the command center.

His lips moved slightly, and he said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Continue."

Chen Wanqing's voice continued: "At first, we thought that there was an abnormality in the signal transmission within the hyperspace membrane, which caused problems with the calibration of the Human Alliance main brain."

"So, after discussion, we decided to let the fleet continue on its original course."

Along with Chen Wanqing's voice, the bright red route continued to extend forward.

One millionth of a degree, one hundred thousandth of a degree, one ten-thousandth of a degree...

As time passed, the fleet's deviation angle became larger and larger. Gradually, under Fang Yunsheng's gaze, the fleet had already turned a large circle in the hyperspace membrane and even started to sail in the opposite direction! ! In the track map drawn by the Human Alliance main brain, the fleet was actually spinning in place! !
"What about this time?" Fang Yunsheng asked Chen Wanqing in a deep voice, "Is there no abnormal situation yet?"

Chen Wanqing nodded silently: "Even at this time, the results of manual calibration and the self-calibration results of the shipboard main brain are the same. The beacon universe is right in front of the fleet."

"The calibration results of the Human Alliance mainframe show that the fleet's course has deviated by nearly 180 degrees."

"General, I know you don't believe it, but it's the truth."

Chen Wanqing took a deep breath and said, "You can go and see for yourself. According to the calibration results of the Human Alliance mainframe, the fleet is currently 180 degrees off from the target route, but... you can even see the target cosmic bubble right in front of the fleet."

Fang Yunsheng didn't say anything, just waved his hand gently.

Swish!
Directly in front of the command center, the armor covering the porthole slowly opened, revealing the bizarre space inside the membrane.

Just as Chen Wanqing said, in the center of countless twisted light bands and spots, a dim light spot was quietly floating in the bizarre space inside the membrane.

Even though the fleet was moving in the opposite direction of the target, that spot of light was still right in front of the fleet!

This strange scene made Fang Yunsheng break out in a cold sweat!

Damn it...

Is this really a fucking ghost?

Fang Yunsheng shook his head and put this weird thought behind him.

"Switch to manual operation mode!"

He calmed himself down and gave an order in a deep voice: "Based on the calibration results of the Human Alliance mainframe, correct the course of the fleet in real time!"

……

Three hours later.

Looking at the error messages that kept appearing in the holographic interface and the red circles that kept shifting in the track map, the command center fell into deathly silence.

The situation did change after switching to manual operation mode.

——From spinning in place before, it has turned into a large-scale "revolution" around the beacon universe.

Even during the "revolution", the fleet itself was still spinning in circles like a headless fly!
"What the hell is going on?!"

Feeling the dead silence in the command center, Fang Yunsheng punched the console in front of him in indignation.

They had clearly corrected every route deviation signal in real time, but the fleet still couldn't get out of this vicious circle!

With the war approaching, the impact of this strange situation on morale is unimaginable!
"General Fang, although I don't want to admit it, based on the current situation, there seems to be an invisible wall in front of the fleet, preventing it from moving forward."

Chen Wanqing, who was called out for questioning earlier, said softly.

"Wall?" Fang Yunsheng frowned slightly and turned to look at the side of the command center. "Academician Xu, did you find anything?"

In order to deal with various unexpected situations that may arise during the war, several academicians of the Academy of Sciences are often accompanying the fleet when it goes on expeditions.

This can be considered an old tradition of the People's Federation.

After all... facing an unknown civilization, who knows what strange and bizarre technologies the other party will come up with!

As soon as Fang Yunsheng finished speaking, a middle-aged man in a research robe, who looked out of place among the military uniforms around him, stood up from his seat.

He frowned and stared at the interface filled with all kinds of complex data in front of him. He sighed and shook his head: "Nothing was found..."

"The fleet's displacement process was very strange. There was no sign of it. It could be said that it appeared out of thin air."

"Even if we manually correct the fleet's sailing direction, the surrounding space will still lead us in the direction of the target."

"Space?" Fang Yunsheng raised his eyebrows, and an idea suddenly occurred to him, "Could there be a problem with this space?"

"Just like... the distorted space-time around a black hole?"

"Do not."

Academician Xu shook his head, his brows filled with worry. “At first, I also suspected that there was something wrong with the space-time structure around the fleet.”

"Since the manual correction of the route began, I have begun monitoring the space-time field around the fleet."

"But...still haven't found anything abnormal."

As he spoke, Academician Xu sighed heavily and swore, "Just like I said before..."

"This is even more outrageous than being trapped in a maze!!!"

"General Fang, I suggest that the fleet temporarily stop moving."

Academician Xu calmed down and said solemnly, "I need to report this to the Academy of Sciences."

"maybe……"

“The Academy of Sciences has a way to solve this problem.”

(End of this chapter)