Transmigrated As A Delicate Bundle Of Luck For A Farming Family - Chapter 945 - : Sending Master Off 2

“What I want, the Heavens shall not lack! ”

The only Paladin of the forgotten god, Nameless Chaos, and also the only Pope, Priest, and Worshipper.

He was promised a world of magic, dragons, and swords.What he got was a hijacked system, and a realm ruled by cultivators who crush mountains with a punch.

One hundred fifty-eight years have passed since humanity first spread beyond the bounds of Earth. It has been two years since we made first contact with an alien race. Two years since the war began. A war we are losing.We have been driven back to our last bastion, Earth. Our colonies lie in ruins, our fleets decimated. Our enemy is at our doorsteps, and soon our fortress may fall, but we have one last hope. A new ship that may change the tide of this war, and provide salvation for our race. That ship is humankind’s first ship capable of breaking the lightspeed barrier and bringing the fight to the enemy. Will that ship be able to save our race? Or is she doomed to fail?Note: This is a rewrite of my Earlier work Nomads of Sol.