The void far from Omiya III.
After a ripple in the Warp, the frigate surged into realspace.
Although it was only an ultra-short voyage from one system to another, seeing such a huge deviation from the preset location still left Sith standing on the bridge with a lingering sense of fear.
Unless the God-Emperor personally acts as the navigator, every blind jump without one is like gambling that 'your gun has no bullets'!
Inside the bridge at this moment.
Upon confirming that they were just a bit further from Omiya III than intended, but otherwise everything was normal, Sith and the crew on the bridge finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Check for damage, adjust course, and take us back to Omiya III immediately."
Sith gave the order directly, and the crew, having no time to rest, immediately threw themselves back into intense work.
At the same time, they glanced toward the direction behind them from time to time, their eyes flickering with faint fear.
That was the direction from Omiya III toward the Impenetrable Defense Line, but now there was no safety to be found there; in fact, the terrifying Tyranid fleet was following closely behind.
Sith also sensed the subtle unease of the crew on the bridge; in the entire frigate, perhaps only his two thousand Black Watch remained calm.
It was only when everyone else was busy that Davi Luo, who had been standing in the corner, walked up.
"Without a navigator, what do you plan to do next?"
Not having a navigator meant there was no way to run; returning to Omiya III at this time was really just delaying death.
However, Sith looked calm about this:
"First return to Omiya III, use the Astropathic Choir to send a message to the outside world, saying that I am willing to buy a navigator."
Davi Luo: "???"
He stared in confusion; there was no need to speak, the meaning was already obvious:
"Who would sell one?"
Sith, however, looked at the growing Omiya III outside the porthole and the towering gas giant behind it, recalling another force in Octarius in his mind.
Rogue Traders!
Rogue Traders are essentially legal pirates with Imperial sanction; although they belong to the Empire, they possess immense autonomy. They can not only arm their merchant caravans with private troops but even assemble fleets.
This group of merchants buys and sells almost anything; as long as the price is right, even a navigator isn't out of the question.
And in the current chaos of Octarius, a powerful Rogue Trader group was active.
They were currently making a fortune by helping refugees from abandoned worlds smuggle themselves across the Impenetrable Defense Line, while also occasionally, if the conditions were right, directly sending people to plunder these forsaken Imperial worlds.
Sith did not tell Davi Luo this news; after all, even if everything could eventually be attributed to the God-Emperor's protection, if there was too much protection, it would ultimately lead to more trouble.
Sith just looked at the tiny Omiya III, let out a breath, and changed the subject:
"After sending the message, the only thing we can do is hold on."
Davi Luo did not continue to press, just looked at Omiya III, then recalled the overwhelming Tyranid fleet behind them, and his face sank.
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