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The sky was drawing ever closer into view.

The fleet was ascending slowly, as if it were climbing steadily, but the clouds below were getting farther and farther away.

The thick white gradually becomes thinner and more diffused, eventually turning into scattered, fluffy wisps that disappear at the edge of the porthole.

Looking out through the main observation window, Ron saw the sky gradually darkening from light blue, as if an invisible curtain was slowly descending from above.

The sky quickly darkened, not in the twilight that gradually deepens after dusk, but in a more thorough, uninterrupted deep black.

The starlight was no longer scattered by the atmosphere and was projected directly onto the ship's hull, casting long, straight shadows on the metal surface.

Ron saw the hulls of several starships in the distance reflecting a faint light, the points of light sliding across the hulls like bright spots on a slowly plucked harp string.

"There are approximately 0.02 standard hours remaining until we can cross the Garment of the World."

A navigator next to him reported in a low voice, his eyes never leaving the instrument in front of him, his fingertips occasionally switching between a few markers, before he fell silent and waited for the subsequent readings to be updated.

Ron didn't answer, he just kept looking ahead.

The Garment of the World was thinner than Ron had imagined.

When the fleet approached it, there was no obvious barrier or light screen in front of it.

But you could feel that the starship had entered a quagmire.

The speed suddenly dropped.

Fortunately, the Garment of the World seems to be able to recognize the creatures of its own world.

Without much obstruction, the starship was quickly released and left.

"Pop~"

It was just a very subtle ripple.

A brief tremor came from the hull, very slight, as if the bottom of the boat had brushed against a very thin layer of water.

The starship passed through the Garment of the World.

The sea of ​​stars unfolded before my eyes.

There was a fleeting change in the light outside the window, not glaring, a difference from the world I originally lived in.

After a few seconds, I got used to it.

Ron had seen the projection of the starry sky on the Starry Sky Observatory in the Citadel, and had also observed the night sky from the upper atmosphere.

But when you're actually there, the feeling is different.

The darkness outside the window was deeper than he had expected; it was a pure, unadulterated darkness.

You know perfectly well that there is light shining there, but because there is nothing there, it appears as deep darkness to the naked eye.

In the vast space around us, we could see only a few scattered starlight.

There were only these dozen or so starships around me.

While the starships were adjusting their signals and routes, they took advantage of the situation.

Ron got out of the starship.

The true form directly entered the sea of ​​stars.

Ron's first feeling was cold.

The temperature in this starry sea is minus seventy or eighty degrees Celsius, and there is no air.

It's not a place for beings below the first rank to stay.

Then, at second glance, I was drawn to the world of Tyrannosaurus behind me.

"beautiful!"

"So beautiful!!"

"And it's huge, the visual impact is really stunning! At the same time, it also gives off a heartfelt sense of warmth."

"This is my Tyron!"

Ron inadvertently revealed his true feelings.

Fortunately, there was no one around.

Otherwise, people would definitely think that the World's Son really loves Tyronn.

However, even the most beautiful scenes lose their novelty after a while.

Ron had only been out for a short while when he felt bored, or rather, lonely.

He muttered to himself, "What if we get lost in the sea of ​​stars?"

"They'd probably die of thirst or starvation, or even boredom and despair."

Ron didn't stay outside for long before returning to the starship.

Only after entering this enclosed space did Ron feel a little more at ease.

At this point, the starship formation had docked and determined its coordinates.

They began to maintain formation in the sea of ​​stars, moving forward and accelerating.

The fleet, centered around several starships from the Magic Empire, led the way.

Ron and his starship followed closely behind, maintaining a fixed distance from each other.

The lights of the ships formed a sparse network in the darkness, like a school of fish adjusting their formation in the dark.

For the next period of time.

The starship fleet had nothing to do but accelerate, accelerate, and accelerate some more.

It took a whole month to barely approach the speed of light.

At this moment, the starship's mage commander came over to inform Ron that they were about to enter warp space.

Ron was quite curious about this.

Subspace?

Traveling one light-year inside is equivalent to traveling ten thousand light-years outside.

What kind of place is this?

Will there be any living beings or a world inside?

Driven by curiosity, Ron witnessed it firsthand below.

How did the starships in front of us enter the subspace one by one?

Because the entire starship fleet maintained a sub-light speed.

Therefore, it is relatively static overall.

Ron saw the starships ahead begin to line up and accelerate.

As the flagship of the Magic Empire accelerated, the surrounding space seemed to swirl around it.

Then the starship slowly began to curl up as well.

Finally, it disappeared silently into the sea of ​​stars.

It seemed to cause no ripples whatsoever.

If Ron hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, he probably wouldn't have believed it either.

Just a second ago, there was a huge thing there that was over 30 kilometers long.

This scene left Ron completely bewildered.

Fortunately, Ron wasn't very educated, so all he could do was sigh:

"The vastness of the cosmos is boundless, and anything can happen!"

But Victoria, the cultured woman next to Ron, was different.

The subspace stared at her with a furrowed brow, as if pondering the underlying principles.

But it seems they're stumped.

Ron called her, but she didn't respond.

Ron sighed with relief that he hadn't become a magician, otherwise he probably would have been acting strangely too.

One by one, the starships ahead entered the subspace.

Soon it was Ron's turn.

The voice prompts inside the starship begin broadcasting:

"About to reach the speed of light and enter subspace."

"All passengers, please remain seated and hold on tight inside the cabin. Do not run around or approach the edge of the starship."

The broadcast was played three times in a row.

Then the starship began to accelerate.

Not long after, Ron saw through the magic glass on the ship's side that the space outside the starship was beginning to distort.

The starship itself also began to creak and groan.

It seemed like he was under immense pressure.

Fortunately, the keel of the Annihilation Starship was entirely made of magic metal.

Even the outer ordinary armor is made of a special alloy.

Its robust performance is unwavering.

The creaking sound only lasted for a short while before it stopped.

The moment the starship reached its critical speed, the darkness outside the window suddenly vanished.

That kind of disappearance is very thorough, not a gradual fading away.

It's as if the entire background has been changed.

The view outside the window was no longer dark, but a color between purple and gray. The sense of movement had disappeared, and the star trails that were originally caused by speed had all gone out.

Subspace!

The starship has arrived!

The space was filled with a hazy, misty light, as if shrouded in a very thin veil of light.

However, there is no specific physical source of the goods.

It seemed as if the various elemental planes of the starry sea were reflected in.

Ron was momentarily mesmerized: "Is this what the warp is like?"

It's really different from what I imagined!