Humanity is missing, luckily I have billions of clones-Chapter 375: Azure Blue

After initiating the course correction task, Heimerlan was on edge for a while. But perhaps because the Purple Moon Fleet had truly given up the pursuit, no accidents occurred during this period.

​Heimerlan thought about it and finally concluded that this was very reasonable, and not just luck.

​The reason was simple: the Purple Moon Fleet did not know their true destination. They could neither arrive at the destination in advance to wait, nor could they continue along a roughly correct course. After losing track of them, they could only return home. They had slipped into the vast, unforgiving void of interstellar space, becoming nothing more than a ghost in the cosmic dark.

​After the course correction was completed, the distance to the destination was no longer far.

​That dim white dwarf had appeared in their field of vision.

​After some more time, the deceleration finally began.

​Facing that dim white dwarf, bright and powerful exhaust plumes sprayed out uninhibitedly. The long-lost gravity caused by acceleration and deceleration reappeared in the ship’s cabin, felt by every crew member. Muscles that had grown accustomed to the eerie weightlessness now groaned under the sudden, reassuring pressure. It was a tangible reminder of their survival.

​At this moment, unlike when he had desperately tried to hide, Heimerlan even felt that he hoped the exhaust plume of his comprehensive ship would be brighter, even brighter.

​According to the journey and course estimates, if he still had surviving companions, and if ships had survived, then they would probably have arrived near this solar system by now, and it would probably be time to initiate deceleration.

​If their exhaust plume could be brighter, the probability of them seeing it would be greater.

​The crew members in this ship also began observing the surrounding environment again, desperately searching for any traces of similar exhaust plumes in the vicinity.

​In the first month, people were disappointed.

​It seemed that apart from their own ship, no other human ship had arrived here.

​In the second month, people were still disappointed. The third month, the fourth month... Morale began to plummet dangerously low, and the once hopeful whispers echoing through the cold metallic corridors slowly faded into a grim, suffocating silence.

​Until the fifth month.

​A faint speck of light appeared in the field of view of the optical telescope. After further observation, Heimerlan’s heart immediately pounded. He gripped the cold metal console tightly, his knuckles turning pale white as he leaned closer to the monitor, terrified that his exhausted, desperate mind was playing cruel tricks on him.

​From both the intensity and type of the spray, it was similar to the No. 1 Ship he was on!

​That was very likely another one of their ships!

At this moment, inside the massive ship’s cabin, every crew member cheered and embraced each other.

At this moment, the distance between the two sides was still about two trillion kilometers, and they had not yet entered the Stellar Communication Technology range. But it didn’t matter; although the two sides were heading in different directions, they were both decelerating towards that dim white dwarf. As time passed, the distance between them would become closer and closer.

Slowly, after two years of continuous deceleration, a greeting, spanning several decades, finally came from the long-silent Stellar Communication Technology equipment.

"No. 29 Ship calling, No. 29 Ship calling, please reply if you receive."

Under everyone’s gaze, Heimerlan replied with great solemnity.

"No. 1 Ship received. No. 29 Ship, how have you been?"

"Reporting to No. 1 Ship, No. 29 Ship is all good. How is No. 1 Ship?"

"No. 1 Ship received. No. 1 Ship status... good."

The smile on Heimerlan’s face finally could no longer be controlled and fully blossomed.

During the subsequent deceleration process, seven more exhaust plumes were observed, and mutual contact was re-established.

Thus, there were a total of nine ships that had arrived in this solar system.

This number remained until the deceleration ended and the nine ships finally converged.

No more exhaust plumes appeared in deep space. And... when the Stellar Communication Technology failed, there should have been 15 of their ships still alive.

The remaining 6 ships...

"Perhaps they were delayed on the way, or there was some other unexpected event; a slight delay is normal." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Now that they had finally reached their destination, it was time to fulfill the mission of this long voyage.

Looking at that dim, tiny white dwarf, Heimerlan’s heart was filled with emotion.

This was a dead star system.

That white dwarf was not a true star, but a white dwarf.

It once had a time of freely radiating energy and light, but that was long past.

Long periods of time gradually exhausted its fusion fuel, causing it to slowly age and expand, just like the main star of the Pegasus G76 solar system where the civilization’s main fleet was located.

The stellar matter that composed it was gradually scattered into deep space, completely stripping the atmospheres of those two unfortunate planets, leaving them barren.

After the matter dispersed, only the densest stellar remnant at its core remained, quietly emitting dim light by relying on the residual heat from the past.

From any perspective, this was a relatively ordinary solar system, almost without any value.

But this solar system carried the hope of their desperate survival, the hope of defeating the Purple Moon Civilization and rescuing the Red Star Alliance.

And it was truly the only hope.

If the hope here also shattered, then... he had better commit suicide immediately to avoid the torment of endless despair in the future.

The existing nine comprehensive ships gathered together, each connecting its electromagnetic wave communication system to allow them to handle higher communication power.

All preparations complete, under everyone’s gaze, Heimerlan stood before the microphone.

Looking at that quiet white dwarf, which showed no abnormalities from its exterior, Heimerlan finally shouted out the words that had been brewing in his heart for decades, had gone through countless hardships, and had never been forgotten even in times of life and death.

"Azure Blue!"