The old man you see with your phone is highly suspicious.

"We see the 'beacon' left by Expedition 7. The wreckage of the Eternal Watch is here. It seems we've successfully survived the first disaster..."

The voice of the dark elf rang out, and everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Although a large number of reconnaissance aircraft were lost, as long as the recovery capsule is still intact, the remaining reconnaissance aircraft can be recovered and released again, so the problem is not serious and the losses are acceptable.

Even the entire hull only suffered minor damage, and with a little repair, it could continue sailing.

Everything seemed to be moving in a positive direction.

"Prepare to leave the beacon left by Expedition 7 and head to the next one..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Instead, there was a piercing shriek as space was torn apart by brute force. On the screen, the entire front of the starship was instantly stretched and shattered by an invisible force, like pieces of torn paper.

In an instant, countless error messages rang out. Whether they were lucky or unlucky, they just happened to graz the area where space was shattered, and the entire bow of the ship was torn apart by space.

But that doesn't affect the starship's overall performance; with the hatches closed, they can continue moving forward.

"Karl, respond if you hear me, Karl!" A voice suddenly came from the communicator; it was the name of a dark elf.

However, there was no reply. The few reconnaissance planes that brought back intelligence revealed that the area where the Dark Elf Karl was located had been completely torn apart. His upper body had long been torn apart by space and no one knew where he was. His lower body was stuck at the hatch.

It seems that in the final moments of his life, he didn't think about escaping, but rather about forcibly recovering all the reconnaissance aircraft.

However, time was not on his side. The power of space instantly sliced ​​through this creation, the pinnacle of the United Front's technological achievements, like butter, and he died as a result.

There were no last words, no dramatic explosion, only deathly silence. He proved a wrong route with his death.

……

911 starships remain...

However, at this moment, no one knew that in this broken, kaleidoscope-like space, the remaining 12 people were silent.

For the first time, a teammate died right in front of me...

Even if a hidden supervising officer died and they completely lost contact with headquarters, at this moment, no one would say anything about returning.

They decided to continue the expedition, repairing the ship, addressing the damage, and recovering the remains. After a temporary rest near the wreckage of Expedition 7, they continued their journey.

As a recorder, Ishan decides to explore the wreckage of Expedition 7, and no one stops her.

He discovered the logbook left behind by Expedition 7.

They were the first team to plant a beacon here, and the team that gave hope to all races in the world. Their remains have become one with the spreading magic, and it is no longer possible to tell their original race or identity.

The log speculates that the magic element is actually cosmic platelets, like the universe's last self-rescue mechanism. However, the time was too short, and the disaster of the Great Void in the universe was too rapid. Even this self-rescue mechanism could not achieve any effect.

Their only way to succeed is to utilize this self-rescue mechanism...

Ishan knew that this was the magic element equation that the God of Myriad Machines calculated with his life, and the birth of the seven beacon structures.

"A word of advice to those who come after: do not approach any turbulent currents or other obviously unusual areas. Any danger here, no matter how harmless it may seem, is absolutely impossible to resist!"

"This record was made by Caris, the recorder of both Expeditions 6 and 7, in the hope of paving the way for future generations."

Ishan fell silent, looking at the log in his hand. This message had not been sent back to headquarters, but he now finally understood why a recorder had been placed in the expedition team.

He silently retrieved the logbook, made a backup of it here, returned to the fleet, and shared the logbook with everyone.

After a brief rest, the starship set off again. They were the first team to arrive here, and after they left, others would come one after another to discover the intelligence they left behind.

However, they were unaware of this and continued on their way.

The starships did not suffer significant damage, but the losses were enormous. The biggest problem was that the reconnaissance aircraft recovery area was completely destroyed, and not a single reconnaissance aircraft that had not yet taken off was left.

They could only watch helplessly as reconnaissance planes were gradually swallowed up, unable to be recovered.

The few reconnaissance aircraft can only serve as a last resort for scouting; perhaps after tomorrow, they will have to rely on the ship itself to begin scouting.

Soon after the last reconnaissance plane crashed due to insufficient energy, even though they had reached the next beacon point, the area where Expedition 8 had last disappeared, they began to hesitate and become timid.

Having lost their reconnaissance aircraft, they were unsure whether every step they took would lead to a safe passage or a graveyard, causing the navigator to begin to hesitate.

"Leave it to me. I'm just doing odd jobs in the team anyway. I'll pilot the rescue plane and clear the way," the Liar Monster said.

A rescue aircraft, a manned aircraft on a starship, used for escape in emergencies.

Although not many, there are still a total of seven sets. If we were to force ourselves to use them as reconnaissance aircraft, it wouldn't be impossible...

However, for the person piloting this machine, it's a situation where almost certain death is the only outcome.

“No, this is too dangerous,” said Domini the Tree Man.

“But this is still better than us all facing danger head-on!” the Liar immediately retorted.

The next moment, there was only silence.

“This is the only way. We’ll each take turns piloting rescue planes to scout ahead. Liar Monster first, me second…” Bone Dragon accepted the suggestion, his hand rubbing his amulet as he spoke.

“Then I’ll be third,” said Domini the Tree Man. “Dawn is coming…”

"Yes, dawn is approaching..."

Ishan also silently gripped the amulet in his hand, as he recorded in his journal.

"The next day, Expedition 13 arrived at the second beacon point. All the reconnaissance planes were destroyed. Liar Monster prepared to use the rescue plane as a reconnaissance plane to move forward."

Wish us luck.

Chapter 481 Dawn is Coming

Moving further ahead, one gradually enters the influence range of the large cavity.

Physics is gradually becoming distorted, space is beginning to collapse, and even the slightest progress could lead to unimaginable disasters.

Even though martyrs had paved the way ahead, dangers still lurked everywhere.

As for Xue Lude, who shared the first-person perspective with Yishan, he had already recognized the place.

Yes, this place also exists in later generations, and if the interstellar column is willing to search, it may even be possible to find traces left by these expeditions here.

In later generations, this place was called "subspace"!

A region where the laws of physics are completely different from those of the real universe, yet closely related to them.

Even in later generations, the subspace was a realm that only those above the quasi-5th rank began to explore. Countless powerful individuals sought their bases in the subspace, implemented certain technologies, or simply amassed treasures there.

However, that's basically an attempt that only those at or above level 5 dare to make.

Because in his time, magic and psychic powers were already widespread.

But in this era... there is no magic or psychic power!

In this era, everyone, regardless of who they are or what race they are, relies on their own strength. At most, some races may store specific chemical energy or radiation in their bodies as a special energy source or means of attack.

However, they did not possess the magic of later generations, nor the spiritual power of the King.

Apart from the newly discovered special product, Magic Essence, they were essentially a group of Tier 0 individuals, piloting their spaceship into the subspace and intending to fly all the way to the edge of the subspace to complete the final beacon placement.

Even 40 billion years later, only two people will be able to enter the end of the subspace: one is the Mimic King, and the other is Hassan.

Even with these two, the Mimic King only dared to send the Evil Eye to accompany them, while Hassan remained forever at the edge of the warp.

Without the protection of authority or magic, they simply piloted their starships and used transport aircraft as scouts, slowly advancing through the area.

Perhaps at this moment, Xue's Law has a deeper understanding of this path.

……

There are still 134 Fireseed ships remaining...

Meanwhile, on the starship...

Things seem to have been arranged in this way for the time being.

The rescue aircraft led the way, with the starships following closely behind.

Whether it was good luck or because Expedition 8 had already traversed all the pits here, following in the footsteps of Expedition 8, they actually found this beacon point smoothly without encountering any danger along the way.

"I'm almost done with my mission here, it's your turn for the next leg, Bone Dragon, are you up to it?" The voice came through the communicator, and it seemed to be the liar monster's mocking laughter.

"I am the immortal Dragon King. Even if any of you die, I might still survive." The bone dragon said blankly, already preparing to take over the next shift.

He was the most resilient member of the team; as long as one bone of his remained intact, he could continue to live.

He didn't know why he had this ability. According to the current classification of races in the universe, he did not belong to carbon-based life forms, but rather to a special energy life form. However, his energy life form had to rely on his own skeleton.

Perhaps the universe is truly vast and full of wonders. For example, one of the members of my team is a ghost, a creature that is said to be able to attach itself to any living being.

The bone dragon sighed in this way.

If he had been the one piloting the reconnaissance aircraft with the Dark Elf Karl, he would have been able to withstand even the spatial turbulence that had cleaved him in half.

"My mission is complete, time to switch!" the Liar's voice rang out from the communicator.

The transport aircraft is being prepared for recovery operations. It will also be refueled and replaced with a brand new transport aircraft.

"I'm all ready." The bone dragon compressed its bones, making them more compact so it could smoothly enter the cabin.

"If, and I mean if, the Great Hollow Disaster is resolved and we are still alive by chance, what are your dreams?" The voice of the Liar Monster, full of emotion, came through the communicator.

"Me?" the bone dragon replied, puzzled.

"Yeah, I want to take over a planet and transform it into a world where the use of force is prohibited and only games determine victory or defeat. That would be so much fun," the Liar exclaimed. "If we manage to get back, the United Front's subsidies should be enough for me to take over a planet, right?"

“I see…” the bone dragon sighed. “Then I want to split myself into countless fragments, each one being myself, yet not myself. Each fragment will become a complete individual, and then experience a magnificent life. When the countless versions of myself come together, that will probably be when I understand the direction of my future.”

The bone dragon's hoarse voice rang out in the communicator.

"Oh, bro, that's a really weird idea!"

"Same to you, your thoughts are just as good."

The two seemed to be mocking each other, but at the last moment, the Bone Dragon hesitated for a moment and left a piece of its skeleton in the starship.

For him, his consciousness could transfer into any fragment; every bone was himself, if he so desired.

It has a structure that resembles some kind of jellyfish, so people of other races have always found its life structure to be very peculiar.

The transport aircraft begin the handover process; the starship will recover the previous spacecraft and then launch a new one.

During this time, the starship dared not proceed further. Although it had not encountered any danger in the past day or so, the gravity and physical laws here were too chaotic, and no one dared to gamble.

If a starship were to enter a dangerous situation, then most of the people on board would likely not survive.