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Chapter 369 Descending from the Universe

"Orbit calibration matched, navigation data input—calling the entire ship, we have reached the target location."

Alice's cheeks were flushed. She licked her two fingers with her tongue and looked back at the two women who were lying on the bed, unconscious from the ordeal—she really hadn't expected that their first time would happen in such a place.

However, experience counts, and Alice emerged victorious in this QQ Space competition—although their magical combat was eye-opening for her, their tolerance for QQ Space was only so-so.

She got dressed, took a sip of water, and closed the door. Standing outside was her captain, completely unaware of the great battle that had taken place inside. If she had known, she probably would have exclaimed, "If I could witness such a battle between powerful figures, even death would be worth it!"

But life is always full of regrets. She simply saluted Alice and said, "Alice, we're almost there..."

Alice nodded—winking at her with a rare hint of allure in Captain Valery Sabrina's eyes, though she quickly wiped her eyes.

"Descending process initiated. Repeat. Atmospheric descent process initiated. All external personnel and items to be immediately recalled!"

The mission control room began issuing commands, the retrorockets started preheating, the ship's external vents were closed, and various space equipment was retrieved.

"Land immediately!"

The retro-rockets began to operate, and the ship began to descend, captured by the planet's gravity. The Rhodes Island carried 36 geostationary satellites, which could operate in geostationary orbit and form the backbone of the Global Positioning System. From then on, the civilization of Aias possessed complete satellite positioning capabilities.

"Attention all crew members—Atmospheric descent procedure initiated. Repeat. Atmospheric descent procedure initiated. All departments, return to your positions immediately. Passengers, please secure yourselves to prevent injury or death due to turbulence."

The announcements echoed with instructions, and Alice noticed that the ship was very well organized; the arrangement of miscellaneous items and the positioning of personnel both exuded a sense of professionalism.

The entire ship began to descend, and the dive-propellant engines also started to operate. The dive-propellant engines, deployed in several locations on the periphery, were used to help control the acceleration of the ship during descent, so that the ship would not break apart due to excessive descent speed.

The ship's hull began to rub against the atmosphere, generating heat. Brilliant flames gradually appeared on the outer shell. The entire ship rapidly descended from space, its hull rubbing intensely against ice crystals in the clouds—creating more water vapor and thick smoke—and the entire ship plunged into the atmosphere like a meteor. However, this meteor would not burn up completely—heat-resistant materials covered the outer shell, allowing the entire ship to descend safely from the atmosphere.

"Lucy Snow Empire capital, Saint Yekaburg, Yeka Airport has been locked and is descending according to the scheduled landing data!"

Two transport planes from Amelansi had previously entered the country via the Donetsk-Lasvia-Yekaburg route, carrying diplomatic supplies and serving as bait. Fortunately, no bandits attempted to shoot down or lock onto the planes during this transport.

If the C-130 tactical transport aircraft is the pinnacle of Amerlane's rapid military transport aircraft, then the C-5 Globemaster III taxiing at the airport is the crown jewel of Amerlane's military transport aircraft.

The reporters took plenty of shots and film on the plane—but the rumbling sound from the sky immediately took over as the focus of the entire event, replacing the two large planes.

Any action taken by two global powers, at the intersection of two orders, is enough to attract the attention of the entire world—regardless of whether the two heads of state like it or not, their every move, every glance, and every smile today, tomorrow, and in the future will be repeatedly interpreted by the world—and may even change the future path of smaller countries in the region.

"Holy crap! That thing!!"

The sound of camera shutters followed the shouts, pointing towards something in the sky—a sky warship, spewing flames as it descended from the clouds—it was beautiful enough, majestic enough, and mysterious enough.

Although the Rhodes Island is not a warship, it was designed from the outset as a large command ship based on military operational style. Now, the fact that such a behemoth has traveled thousands of miles to Yekaterburg is undoubtedly seen as a way of flexing military muscle.

The water vapor emitted by the high temperature constantly vaporizing the surrounding cold air and ice crystals shrouded the entire ship in mist, but soon, as the hull cooled down rapidly, the gray-white painted hull immediately emerged from this shroud.

"We have arrived at Yekaterinburg Airport. Calling Yekaterinburg Airport Air Traffic Control Center - Connecting."

"Hello, this is the Rhodes Island airship, calling Yekaterinburg Air Control Center—requesting docking procedures."

"Received, Rhodes Island. Uh, please cease your actions and upload your authorization code, or we will take action."

Sabrina was not surprised by the other side's "reaction". Although the Rhodes Island was not a warship, it still carried a large number of Standard Missile-2 (SM-2) anti-aircraft missiles, 24 Tomahawk cruise missile launchers, and several close-in weapon systems.

Although Yekaterinburg is located in the suburbs of St. Yekaterinburg, nearly 30 kilometers from the Imperial Palace in the city center, no one dared to underestimate such a warship.

After all, that was Alice—"there was nothing she wouldn't dare to do, even if it might lead to failure."

"The authorization code has been transmitted."

Following the joint statement, Yekater gave Alice a code—in fact, the two countries had agreed on a visit time, but everything had to be done according to procedure.

"Received, Rhodes Island. Please proceed to berth number 1 via shuttle ship B-12."

The ship slowly propelled itself, guided by several small anti-gravity docking boats, toward its berth—modern society has a relatively complete procedure for berthing large airships—and with the advancement of automation technology, these berthing procedures are being handed over to computer programs.

The red carpet was already waiting below the berth—as instructed by Catherine the Great—everything was to be done according to the highest imperial protocol—to receive Alice, with a guard of honor, honor guards, a military band, and flowers from the Imperial Children's Corps—although Catherine the Great himself would not appear at the airport, the Imperial Prime Minister—Roman Guterres, leader of the Imperial Constitutional Democratic Party, Lucy Snow—was waiting in the cold wind.

Alice straightened her clothes. Underneath her coat was a simple wool suit, and under her long skirt were thick stockings and leather boots. Alice looked out over the icy plain. No matter how much she hated despotism, she needed to cooperate with an empire for the future of all mankind.

She took a deep breath, nodded, and the sailor next to her opened the air valve.