Mage? Spell Engineer!.

Chapter 652 Promise
The pilgrims' souls did not completely return; these intangible things were simply temporarily gathered in an intangible place, had their memories erased, and then were placed back into the reshaped bodies.

Now, the process is finally over.

The wrecked Temple spacecraft had been swallowed by an even larger monster, and a shuttle boat soon approached the hangar inside to scan and dismantle the broken hull and remove the radioactive interstellar dust.

Then there were constant shouting. The "Sacred Bell" system resumed operation and established contact with the "New Marin", which required the pilgrims' ship to undergo quarantine and troubleshooting, and the two crews would have face-to-face contact after there was no risk.

The bishop readily agreed, and then he briefly explained the situation to the survivors:

"Everyone, we have escaped from the nightmare cloud! We are saved now, praise the Lord! Please rest assured, the other party's broadcast is clearly a release of goodwill."

A look of joy appeared on everyone's face, and they all began to praise the Lord. The injured priest also rushed to the cockpit with the help of the paladin. He held the "Holy Oracle" tightly and saw that most of the crew were present, but the technical priest was missing.

Soon the bishop's expression changed. He said solemnly and in a low voice, "However, in order to escape from this terrible area, our technical priest made a bold attempt and sacrificed fearlessly. He held on until the last moment. He and other brothers in the engine room were called by the Lord!"

The news shocked everyone. They stopped smiling, lowered their heads and began to pray.

The most distressed person was the missionary priest. He would rather continue to quarrel with that guy than hear such bad news. The bishop was still remembering with deep sorrow: "Not only them, we also lost brothers and sisters from other fleets. May they rest in peace!"

When the prayers were almost done, everyone's feet gradually left the ground - not because they were going to ascend to heaven, but because the temple spacecraft's own gravity system began to collapse.

Not only that, the shields and life support systems had also reached their limits. They should be thankful to have been discovered and accepted in time by the New Marlin, otherwise, even if these people managed to escape, they would not be far from collective martyrdom.

The broadcast from the big ship sounded again: "We noticed that your ship has stopped operating. We will cover the gravity well in the hangar. Please be careful."

Before the broadcast had died down, a new gravity came, successfully knocking the charlatan in the boat unconscious. Jonas put away his telescope and gloated to his companions about what he saw from the other side's porthole: "Look at that charlatan in a red robe, his butt must have been broken into four pieces!"

Alec looked helpless. Jonas was obviously middle-aged like him, but his temperament was still the same as when they first met: "We've given them enough time to prepare. Now it's time for us to go."

At this time, he and Jonas were both system engineers on the ship, responsible for maintaining a small part of the various magic-driven operating systems on the spacecraft.

Although Alec should be the owner of this giant ship as the investor in name, he is neither the captain nor holds any other important position. He only exerts influence indirectly through the Royal Heritage Foundation, and he hardly uses this power.

Jonas never understood Alec's absolute low profile, and ultimately attributed it to Alec's desire to be the protagonist of a cool novel and his habit of playing the pig and eating the tiger. "You are definitely looking forward to the day when you can experience the feeling of pretending to be cool and then getting slapped in the face!" Jonas said this sentence very confidently in private.

Alec just smiled at this. The real reason was that he didn't want to get involved with too many "vulgar things" and would rather deal with magic circuits. There was also the influence of realistic factors:

The "New Marlin", a permanent residence ship that took fifteen years to build, was destined to be the first immigration ship to enter the New World. It carried almost all of the last population of the empire, more than 3,700 people from the border territories.

As the main plane is completely "rotten", this ship is the last mobile territory of the empire. However, as long as Alec dares to step forward and declare his legal inheritance rights to the empire, neither the Alliance nor the Second Republic of Valois will let the "New Marin" leave the port.

So it was good now. He had fulfilled his promise when he was young, and all that was left was to reach the new world by the sixteenth anniversary. "Alec, Jonas, quickly go to the designated location and take over the target's control system." The [Communication Technique] sent the order.

"Got it." The two raised their wrists. Under the sapphire dial were no longer complicated pointers, but a pool of developer. It was said that it was a saturated solution of something, and with the stimulation of magic, crystals with different reflection waves would precipitate. Alec couldn't tell the details. In recent decades, alchemy has developed to the point where no one calls themselves alchemists in general anymore. Instead, they humbly say that they are working in a certain direction.

The developer began to fluctuate, and the image went from hazy to clear, which also meant that the destination of their short-distance transmission had been locked. The two activated the drive table, and their figures were teleported from the control room in the hangar to the cockpit of the Temple spacecraft. There were a lot of people standing or sitting here. It was obvious that someone had been successfully "sneak-attacked" by the gravity well and had not yet recovered.

Alec glanced at Jonas as if to say: Look what you've done!

Not only were they teleported here, but also there were liaison representatives sent by the spacecraft, who were similar to diplomats. The lady with a stern look was originally an official of the earldom. In addition, there were armed personnel and more technicians present.

So Alec and Jonas, two "intermediate spellcasters", were not conspicuous. They could pry open the maintenance cover of the console in the corner while several paladins were watching in confusion, and tell them that they were "repairing".

A paladin even expressed his gratitude on the spot, and Jonas accepted it with a smile.

Of course, the church had no alchemy skills, and all the circuits were as old as they were decades ago and were consistent with the alliance's technology. Yes, this ship, decorated like a church, was built to perfectly comply with the fourth edition of the safety technology protocol. They connected their drive table to the spacecraft control system and manually connected the circuit to a transceiver.

As they tinkered with it, short ripples of blue light spread across the Templar spacecraft's circuit, centered on the transceiver, and suddenly a stream of fresh air blew out from the dome of the spacecraft.

The power supply of the Temple spacecraft has been restored. Just now, the two of them let the spirit of the "New Marlin" take over the spacecraft and activate its own life-sustaining magic array.

"Done." Jonas was in no hurry to leave after finishing his work. He pulled Alec to watch the show - these days in the star realm, charlatans are considered a rare species, especially a boat full of them, which is a rare group.

"Are you talking about the new calendar? Sorry, let me convert it. Forget it, let's put it this way. We are the Pilgrim Fleet that set out fifty-third year after the Black Sun Disaster. I am the Archbishop, and the captain is Estherwell. This is the twelfth year of our route."

When these words were spoken, all the members of the "New Marlin" were extremely surprised.

The contact asked, "How long have you been trapped in the nebula?"

"Well, it's been over a month. We've run out of fuel and supplies, so thank you very much for helping us out."

"No, you've been trapped for fifteen years!"

"What? What about the rest of the Pilgrim fleet?"

"We didn't know that just three days ago, the Maxim opened a transmission channel to the 'End of the World' and we will be there soon. During this period, no other ships of the Order Church Pilgrims were found."

The electric shock-like inspiration exploded from the priest's head again, and he shouted madly: "Don't go! Don't go! The promised new world is a lie! The oracle is false! It's all false!"

(End of this chapter)