Chapter 1220: Chapter 1220
Tilan wasn't the only one who noticed this situation; the high-level commanders on both sides were also aware.
"The fleet in the Western Star Region is about to assemble for a decisive battle," judged the Marshal of the Sixth Fleet.
"Enter the highest level of combat readiness for the next two days, and instruct the fleet to maintain formation, always ready to counter any assault."
"Even sacrificing a bit of pursuit speed is justifiable, because it's the other side that's anxious right now, not us."
Thus, in the last two days, soldiers and officers on both sides gradually became aware of the tense atmosphere and grew cautious and tense.
Taking advantage of the reduced intensity in battles, Tilan piloted the mecha swiftly through the blockade zone, gradually closing in on the main force of the Western Star Region and slowly seeking the location of the Titan Flagship.
Reality isn't a game with a map showing all information; she could only infer the flagship's position based on serial numbers and the sequence of the fleet arrangement.
At this moment, due to the need for concealment, she couldn't actively activate the scanning devices but could only rely on the mecha's passive sensors to receive various information and avoid being discovered by the opponent.
Finally, after precariously passing by numerous space-docked battleships, Tilan discovered the uniquely massive Titan Flagship hidden within the warship cluster. Its surface armor displayed a mottled pattern of gray and brown, with various places patched using different materials.
Looking somewhat antiquated, she assessed internally, though in reality, calling it outdated and shabby might be more fitting.
Carefully maintaining the mecha's concealment status, she slowly 'drifted' towards the giant Titan Flagship, then clung to its underside, and after several hours of observation, found the opportunity to release a mini shuttle, carrying Tilan inside the Titan Flagship.
Fortunately, this flagship, salvaged from ruins, had many damaged and sealed modules, providing Tilan ample hiding spots and opportunities to gradually familiarize herself with the internal environment of the flagship, slowly clarifying their operational system.
This gigantic warship, over ten kilometers long, housed personnel broadly divided into three groups: the first was composed of operators and maintenance personnel of the flagship; the second encompassed the special combat unit stationed to protect Blanchi; the third consisted of the Cult members, responsible for maintaining and supporting the Throne System and training Song Festival initiates.
The former two were under strict military management systems, making infiltration difficult, but the third group, the Cult, was relatively easier to blend into. They inherently didn't belong to the official entity of the Western Star Region and formed an independent faction, and coincidentally, Tilan was familiar with numerous secret techniques of the Cult.
Finding a young Song Festival initiate of similar build, Tilan subdued her, then moved her into an unoccupied, abandoned room nearby.
Minutes later, this young Song Festival initiate awoke, finding herself bound to a chair, facing a similarly statured girl who stood with her back to her.
"You're awake," Tilan turned around, her gray hair lightly drifting in the air, and those bright blue eyes stood out strikingly in the dim light.
"Who… are you?" she asked hesitantly, her voice fraught with nervous tension.
"Well, I can't reveal my identity to you for now," especially since she still posed as a Songstress of the Federation.
"You can call me the Grey Songstress," Tilan blinked, a peculiar mental ripple spreading, astonishing the young Song Festival initiate immensely.
This was the Songstress's mental ripple, extraordinarily pure, something ordinary people could never achieve.
"What do you want from me?" she was no longer as terrified at this point, after all, the Songstress before her didn't seem like the murderous type.
"I wish to meet with Blanchi; do you know her approximate location?" Tilan asked directly.
"I…," she hesitated internally but quickly found her wrist seized by the other party.
"I'm an old friend of Blanchi's, posing no harm to her," Tilan conveyed her thoughts, the sincere spiritual emotion transmitting directly, compelling this young Song Festival initiate to trust her, as she was still young and utterly powerless against the spiritual emotions of a High Rank Songstress.
"Lady Blanchi currently resides deep within the flagship at the Sun Palace, isolated from us. All passageways leading inside are heavily monitored; only military generals or high-ranking Cult members can enter," she relayed the information she knew.
"Can you sketch out the approximate location?" Subsequently, Tilan obtained a general internal distribution map of the flagship, understanding it deeply.
"That's about all I know; I've only been here shortly, learning slowly and failing to keep up with everyone's pace."
"Don't blame yourself; you've done very well. It's just that time is of the essence," Tilan comforted and then queried extensively on aspects concerning the lifestyle and schedule of Song Festival initiates.
"In the next two days, I need to use your identity, so I'm afraid you'll have to sleep here. Don't worry, once you wake up, everything will be over," uttered Tilan, softly humming a lullaby, and before long, the girl drifted into sleep.
Unbinding her restraints, then placing her on the nearby bed, Tilan raised her palm, soon a transparent ice coffin enclosed and protected the girl, sealing in her aura as she entered a state of hibernation.
This level of protection is about enough; if detected, she could still sense it.
After donning identical Song Festival attire, Tilan retrieved the other's identity chip, inserted it into her wrist, temporarily shielding and isolating her original chip, then exited the room.