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The curvature channel oscillated violently.

The ten layers of external armor on the left side of the mothership rubbed against each other, and the metal seams made a continuous, ear-piercing noise.

On the dashboard, more than a dozen fault warnings scrolled back and forth.

"The port side hull is offset by 76 centimeters!"

"The weld joints of the third layer of armor are loose!"

"The ship's center of gravity is shifting to port!"

Hermann grabbed the edge of the control panel and yelled at the maintenance crew.

"Baron! What are you welding?!"

Barron's response came quickly through the communicator.

"As long as it works!"

Herman looked down at the teacup that had rolled to the corner of the wall.

He was too lazy to argue anymore.

This mothership was originally the face of the Silverfrost Empire's Seventh Border Fleet.

With its platinum paint job, streamlined hull, and the Imperial Twin Stars Spire engraved on the bow, this ship features a hull made of platinum.

There are now ten pieces of black armor hanging outside, thicker on the left and thinner on the right, with weld scars all over the surface.

To increase stability, Barron used the dismantled gun barrels and load-bearing cables to make several rows of fixing frames.

From a distance, the entire ship looked like it was covered in thorns.

The imperial emblem was also half-hidden by two iron plates, leaving only half of the spire exposed.

"Prepare to exit the curvature tunnel!"

The driver holds the control lever with both hands.

"Coordinates of the Imperial Capital's Star Ring Confirmed!"

"Three seconds left!"

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

boom!

A spatial rift opened ahead.

The mothership, trailing a string of blue electric arcs, swerved out of the curvature tunnel at an angle.

I don't know how much time passed.

"A fleet is ahead!"

The alarm blared throughout the entire cockpit.

"Less than 800 light-years away!"

"We're going to crash!"

Herman looked up and his expression changed instantly.

Outside the Imperial Capital Star Ring Defense Line, hundreds of ceremonial ships were lined up in two rows.

The ship's hull is silver-white, and all the lights are on.

Thousands of ceremonial drones are laying out a light channel, and a red light band extends from the star ring entrance, with an Imperial ceremonial flagship parked in the center.

That setup was clearly to welcome a foreign guest.

Their mothership, which was tilted to one side, was heading towards the side of the ceremonial flagship.

"Reverse push!"

Herman slammed his fist on the control panel.

"Quickly push back!"

Six backup thrusters were activated simultaneously.

The mothership suddenly swerved to the side.

The uneven stress on the external armor caused the ship to spin halfway through the starry sky, its stern brushing against the red carpet of light.

Thousands of ceremonial drones were knocked away.

The red light strip broke in the middle, forcing the ceremonial flagship to be raised urgently.

At their closest point, the two sides were less than 300 meters apart.

The public channel immediately exploded.

"Unknown ship, shut down engines!"

"Stop the engine immediately!"

"You have trespassed into the core security zone of the Silverfrost Empire!"

Outside the Imperial Capital Star Ring, a row of frigates quickly disembarked from their berths.

The muzzle turns.

Hundreds of locking markers landed on the mothership simultaneously.

Herman was so angry he almost flipped the console over.

"Unknown ship?"

"I'm the Inspector of the Seventh Border Fleet!"

He pressed the military communication button and inserted his identification badge into the verification slot.

"Imperial Inspector Herman, ID number 7041!"

"This is my mothership!"

"Just got back from a mission on Gray Crystal Planet!"

The communication channel was silent for two seconds.

A sneer came from the other side.

"The patrol envoy's mothership?"

"Look for yourself, what kind of vehicle are you driving?"

Herman looked up at the external projection.

After that sharp turn, the outermost piece of armor on the mothership popped up.

Several load-bearing cables hung from the stern, dragging two sections of the chaebol's cannon barrels that had not been completely dismantled.

One of the cannon barrels also bears the red logo of the Bloodthorn Conglomerate.

Barron crawled into the cockpit from the maintenance access and brushed the metal filings off his clothes.

"It looks pretty sturdy."

Herman pointed at the projection, his finger trembling.

"You call this sturdy?"

"The Imperial Capital Defense Force is treating us like pirates!"

Barron looked at it for two seconds.

"Why would pirates weld ten layers of armor?"

"That's called practicality."

The defense force channel issued another order.

"Unknown garbage ship, the identity information you submitted is abnormal."

"The ship's identification code does not match the external scan."

"Suspected of using forged Imperial military credentials."

"Immediately shut down the engines, open all hatches, and submit to boarding and search."

"Repeat, then immediately shut off the engine."

Hermann was so angry that he tore off the emblem and slapped it at the communications projector.

"Open your eyes and look carefully!"

"Imperial Military Medal Insignia, verifiable in the core hierarchy!"

"The mothership's hull is undergoing temporary repairs, so of course the identification code can't be scanned completely!"

There was no response.

Several ceremonial escort ships circled around to the side of the mother ship to prevent them from getting any closer to the welcoming area.

New communications have been transmitted from the flagship of etiquette.

"Defense Forces, handle this as soon as possible."

"The foreign delegation's fleet will arrive in twelve minutes."

The defense commander immediately spoke.

"clear."

"Listen up, crew of the garbage ship, you have interfered with the Imperial welcoming mission."

"This is the last warning."

"Turn off the engine, disarm, and remove both hands from the control equipment."

"Refuse to comply, destroy on the spot."

Lin Feng came out of the rest cabin.

He glanced at the cannon barrels that were now lit up outside the window.

"Have we arrived in the capital?"

Herman quickly turned around.

"Sir, there has been a slight misunderstanding."

"They don't recognize my identity and insist that we're a garbage ship."

Baron corrected him from the side.

"They even called it a pirate ship."

Lin Feng glanced at the external projection.

"You have terrible taste."

Herman quickly reconnected the channel.

"I am Hermann!"

"Send your highest commander over to verify!"

"Important personnel whom the Imperial Military needs to pick up are on board!"

Communication was cut off immediately.

The next second, six traction beams shot out from the frigate's belly, locking onto various parts of the mothership.

The ship suddenly sank.

All backup engines have stopped working.

Herman stared at the red-colored permissions panel, veins throbbing on his forehead.

"They shut down the mothership's propulsion!"

On the right side of the mothership, three assault boats were attached to the airlock.

More than a dozen special forces soldiers from the capital city, dressed in heavy armor, jumped onto the ship and carried out high-energy cutting equipment.

Lin Feng stood still, listening to the cutting sound coming from outside the airlock.

Barron clutched the storage bag at his waist.

"Are these people really going to come in?"

boom!

The airlock split open in the middle.

A red-hot alloy door panel was smashed into the passageway.

A team of special forces soldiers carrying heavy weapons forced their way in, and the leader raised his gun and locked onto Lin Feng.

"Everyone down!"

"Anyone who dares to move will be executed on the spot!"

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