"Each fleet will advance according to the planned schedule and begin the attack after the first round of illumination." A rough voice came from inside the helmet, followed by a "beep" sound, and the call ended.

Sitting in the cockpit, Jeremy looked at the screen in front of him. The screen outlined the forward trajectory of his warship and the scheduled battle point in three dimensions.

Through the orange-yellow front cover of the helmet, the image in sight was covered with a light orange-yellow color. The bright yellow dot moved forward little by little along the light blue line, moving towards the slightly flickering red dot fixed in the three-dimensional image.

If you look around, you will see many similar but lighter yellow dots moving slowly along the light blue line. After reaching the predetermined red dot, they turn green and stop.

"We're almost there." Jeremy said in a voice that only he could hear. The cockpit was silent and he could faintly hear his own heartbeat.

He closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, then opened his eyes again and looked at the health value in the lower right corner of the screen, which showed that his heart rate was 19% higher than usual.

[Blood oxygen concentration][Adrenaline secretion index][Hypothalamic hormone secretion value]…

All indicators were normal, showing his excellent physical fitness, but a few of them were slightly high, which also meant that this fighter pilot was not as calm as he appeared.

There are tens of thousands of space fighters on standby in space battleships now. No one knows how many people will be able to return safely after this war. In fact, one month before leaving, he left a suicide note and said goodbye to his parents and family.

Although he realized from his education since childhood that this day would come sooner or later, he still couldn't be completely calm today. After all, the probability of him dying on the battlefield was quite high.

"Grandpa and grandma, please bless me. I don't really believe in God, so now I can only pray to you." He loosened his sweaty palms, then reached into the small pocket on the chest of his combat uniform, ripped open the zipper, and revealed a small and exquisite pendant inside.

The pendant is in the shape of an exquisitely carved black griffin. The black lion lies on its side on the ground, with its wings wrapped around its sides, as if guarding and protecting something. The lion's expression is gentle and peaceful, without the traditional impression of ferocity and majesty.

There are two hand-engraved names in silver cursive on the back of the Black Griffin. The names are worn and rounded, and the corners of the characters are slightly peeling, indicating its age.

[Jia Lann & Fa Xiner]

The two names behind the pendant are the names of his grandfather and grandmother. It is said that they had three children, and his generation is the fourth generation.

"Compared to my famous grandparents, I'm just an ordinary person." Jeremy rubbed the pendant gently with his hands for a long time before putting it back into his pocket.

"However, I will still remember that I have the blood of a brave lion flowing in my veins." He calmed his slightly uneasy heart and adjusted himself.

The Black Pine arrives at the target location. The Black Pine arrives at the target location and begins charging the launch system. The fighter jets in the cabin begin self-checks.

The announcement resounding throughout the ship kept replaying, and Jeremy could see through the cockpit that the fighter plane in front was slowly sliding towards the designated launch point.

There are eight launch ports in a Burning Dragon-class space cruiser, four of which are located in the belly, two in the front of the ship, and two on the sides and rear. The one he is about to enter is the launch port located in the belly.

"It's a good, but not bad, starting point." It doesn't have to rush directly into the sea of ​​chaotic phantoms like the front launch port, but it's also safer than being at the rear.

After the fighter planes in front slid out one after another, the fighter plane next to Jeremy also began to move. The familiar comrade waved to him through the cockpit cover.

[Wish us a victorious return] This message popped up in the lower left corner of the screen and then disappeared.

"Victory, huh." Jeremy responded with a wave and a nod, then watched the other fighter plane head toward the launch port.

"Now, it's my turn."

He muttered to himself. The warship's AI began to chime in his ears, instructing him to move the fighter plane onto track.

[Track embedding complete, final charging and inspections commenced, countdown in progress...]

[Lieutenant Jeremy, do you have anything else to say or report?]

"No, you can start now."

[Received. Fighter plane enters pre-launch mode. Wishing you a successful start.]

The cockpit slowly sank into the interior of the fighter plane, the protective armor above the head slowly closed, and everything in front of him became pitch black. Only the numbers on the screen were still emitting a faint light.

[Cockpit fill light turns on, fighter's external armor begins charging. 3, 2, 1, charging complete.]

[Engine No. 1 and No. 2 begin warming up, reactor activation 20%]

The originally silver-white surface of the fighter began to light up with complex light blue patterns, some of which looked like wings and some looked like the sun. Then the light on these patterns became brighter and brighter, like a layer of light gold glass film began to cover the entire fuselage of the fighter.

[Annihilation Cannon approaching, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, irradiation in progress]

On the screen, the small gray-black dots representing the chaotic phantoms were submerged in thick columns of blazing light. If you zoom in on the image, you can see that the billions of chaotic phantoms are constantly twisting in the high-energy annihilation particles, like billions of maggots struggling frantically in boiling water.

After traveling an extremely long distance, the particles in the annihilation cannon began to disperse and become thin. Its killing power was not enough to cause these chaotic phantoms to directly "evaporate" and die. Instead, it had to keep them in the particle torrent for nearly twenty seconds before they could be completely "boiled" and annihilated.

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