The spaceship was enveloped by four kinds of red lights.
The light of the Constant Star Prominence, the blood light of the General's Formula Ring, the glow of the spaceship itself due to the high temperature, and the light of the alarm signal.
{High temperature! High temperature! High temperature!}
{High temperature! High temperature! High temperature!}
Every corner of the ship, every part was wailing, the sound both sharp and piercing, and so complex it was nauseating.
You could only see the baby with its mouth wide open crying, but the cries couldn't reach the ears as if separated by the best soundproof glass.
"General! The temperature is too high, the material of the hull is about to give out!" Kert, always staring at the screen, shouted without looking back.
Even so, the General, cutting through the sea of fire, had no solution.
"Xia." The person in charge handed over the baby in his arms.
