The galaxy is vast and dazzling, offering a spectacular view of the universe's starry expanse through the projection at the front of the Normandy flagship, as if it were an epic painted by God himself...

This sight is mesmerizing, yet it has never been able to change Amelia's somber mood, even though the fleet's victories keep coming. Compared to the good news, Amelia's reaction is mostly numbness...

In truth, she's very competitive. She just didn't want to lose to Feng Yi, wanting to prove herself right. Suddenly, she realized their paths had inadvertently diverged, and by the time she looked back, they were too far apart to return.

She had long been clear that her feelings for Feng Yi were real, but the lack of response to her continual hints, compounded by the war, had gradually distanced their relationship.

What exactly had they done to reach today's predicament? At first, Amelia thought she could put all this aside, but it wasn't until she got the news of Feng Yi's absence and the betrayal of the Blazing Legion that she was certain Feng Yi was really...

In that moment, Amelia's heart felt like it lost an important concern. Yes, it was precisely because Feng Yi was gone that the Blazing Legion dared to rebel. But rebellion is one thing; hearing that the Normandy was ordered to intercept the Blazing Legion at all costs, and even destroy it if necessary, was another. Isn't that like saying even her last connection with him was to be severed?

Upon receiving the orders, Amelia's face went pale, her entire being frozen in place... Her lips parted slightly in hesitation, her limpid gaze dim... It was rare to see such a fragile side on this elegant and dignified prodigy.

But the inevitable must be faced. If there was no escape, perhaps personally erasing the force he had created with her own hands would be the best ending. 'Feng Yi, when they desecrate your name, isn't being destroyed by my hands precisely your wish?' With a hint of coldness, Amelia issued a brief ad hoc order.

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Meanwhile, the rebel troops had joined forces with the Blazing Legion. Although the meeting was somewhat hasty, it was nonetheless a success. Within a day's time, the Normandy fleet would reach the V583 asteroid belt. Feng Yi had to prevent everything from happening before the Normandy reached V583, so he needed to send a communication to the Normandy fleet to inform them of the true situation.

Of course, Feng Yi was not without intelligence; he had also considered the possibility of the Yate Federation pursuing the Blazing Fleet. However, the pursuit he had expected was only meant as a gesture, and he never imagined that the Normandy would dedicate 50% of its forces to encircle and block him?

Considering the size of the Normandy's super-fleet, 50% of its forces meant hundreds of thousands of troops, far exceeding the numbers of the Blazing Legion.

From the current situation, there was no need to play any games; the clear choice was to run. With such a scale, there was no question—he had to flee. Besides, Feng Yi never intended to engage in fratricide. It seemed that man's calculations fell short against fate's designs. Now, Kexiao wouldn't need to fire a single shot or cannon anyway; instead, he might be thinking of using this rebel force.

What followed was a plan to have a significant conversation with Amelia without revealing that he was still alive, using special means under the condition that he could avoid exposing his survival.

If he attempted to communicate using his voice, Amelia would probably not believe it. And if he communicated using a light projection, he might easily expose himself in front of other officers, thus allowing the news of his survival to slip out.

After all, Amelia was from a traditional military academy, totally out of sync with the likes of John, a wilderness leader of the rebel forces. Feng Yi ordered John to suppress people—if anyone disobeyed, John would dare to execute them on the spot. But Amelia was different. She was a woman and a high-ranking officer. Feng Yi didn't know much about the Normandy, so creating an opportunity was his responsibility, but whether she would trust him was entirely up to Amelia.

Fortunately for Feng Yi, that wasn't too difficult. To convince Amelia of his identity, he simply needed to send an encrypted message.

With that in mind, Feng Yi, who was in Freedom Port on Maraca, quickly sent a code of several hundred characters to the Normandy via the Blazing Fleet. Of course, this was only possible with Eggy's help; with just one person, it would have taken time to avoid errors in the encoding that could lead to total misunderstanding.

Some time later, the Normandy fleet received a coded message from the Blazing Legion fleet. It was a code typically used by the Federal Army. Initially, Amelia did not pay much attention to it and instructed a military counselor to decode it.

However, after staring at the code listlessly for several seconds, she suddenly widened her eyes and jolted awake—Amelia's quick wit allowed her to parse the true meaning of the ten characters in the code in mere seconds. Those characters were...

"I am Sir Feng, from 103."

What could "I am Sir Feng, from 103" truly imply?

Running through a lightning-fast filter in her brain, Amelia's overlapping memories revealed the identity of Sir Feng from the Colonial Planet 103 to be none other than Feng Yi, a true free mercenary respected by refugees nearby, earning the nickname Sir Feng.

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