EVE: Starting with a Space Station

"Old De, I'm going to go first."

A 10-process advanced hyperspace acceleration device blueprint is enough, which is much more valuable than playing 6-10 or 10-10.

That's all for today's EVE!

"Okay, you go to sleep first, I'll go to sleep after I finish playing 6-10."

Derke Ellis said indifferently. Now he has reached the last level and will meet the boss soon. After that, he will go to sleep.

"Okay, be careful, I'm going to go first."

"Bye."

Shi Man stretched himself, covered himself with the quilt and fell asleep.

Alpha border, M-32 galaxy

A fleet of six people is moving rapidly towards the Omega Black Flag galaxy at a constant speed. If the people of the Omega Federation see this fleet, they will tremble and avoid it.

Because this is the third generation frigate of the demon civilization, it once shined in the concept war, forcing the angel civilization to improve its frigates, and then it could barely resist its offensive in various squad battles and encounters.

The Demon Fighter-21 frigate, a unique demon frigate equipped with the Demon No. 5 jump engine, has super maneuverability, and the small energy cannon equipped with the Demon Fighter can deliver firepower to a battlefield with a radius of 200 kilometers. In addition, its signal radius is smaller than that of ordinary frigates, making it able to thrive in any small-scale battlefield. It once created a record of defeating a small fleet of 20 people with one ship.

Even though its improved version has appeared now, the Demon Fighter-21 frigate has been installed in the second-line fleet of the demon civilization, and has never been retired, and is still active on the battlefield.

Seeing this warship basically means that this is the fleet of the demon civilization, not to mention that there are a total of 5 of them.

"Captain, there are still ten jumps to enter the Omega star field, and then we can directly enter the Omega galaxy through the acceleration orbit of the Black Flag galaxy."

"Yes, Captain, you have to treat us to a drink then!"

"That's right, we have been on the ship for half a month since we came out this time, and our wings are almost faded by the nutrient solution."

This time out, this is the best news they have received in half a month.

Bitcher Aubrey was also overjoyed: "Finally, we are here. When we arrive at the Omega galaxy and unload the goods, we will go to the tavern and I will treat you."

Everyone cheered, and then they complained about taking this route.

"Captain, why don't we go to the front line? It will take at most two days to get there. Why do we have to take a detour through this desolate area without even a star gate?"

"Do you think I don't want to?"

Beater Aubrey was also very angry about this. His own captain's cargo actually had to be escorted by his elite team, and it was such a sneaky route.

If it was some important strategic materials, it would be fine, after all, it was a mission, but what about these leaders transporting goods?

Smuggling?

"Captain, we are almost at the destination, you should tell us what they are transporting, right?"

A curious one asked. He was very curious about what these captains were transporting all the way, but unfortunately his captain didn't say it.

Others also pricked up their ears when they heard it, and looked at Beecher Aubrey in the fleet holographic channel with expectation.

They are the elite team of the Demon Third Fleet. They usually carry out special missions. I didn't expect that they would do this escort work.

"No!" Beecher Aubrey replied indifferently, his narrow eyes sweeping over everyone, "Have you forgotten the military discipline? Don't ask around!"

"Yes!"

Everyone answered sternly, and then stopped asking questions and began to work seriously.

Seeing his brothers busy, Beecher Aubrey sighed and shook his head.

"Captain, there is a situation!"

The reconnaissance team looked at a fleet that appeared on the ship-borne scan and began to warn.

After another warning, Beecher Aubrey also quickly opened his ship-borne scan, only to see that a cruiser + 5 frigates were jumping towards them.

"Prepare to engage the enemy, and the transport ship is ready to charge the jump engine and jump at any time!"

Beecher Aubrey gave orders in an orderly manner. It seems that this fleet came so undisguisedly, and some of them are not friendly!

"Yes!"

In a few seconds, a small fleet of all blue-gray ships jumped to 300 kilometers in front of them and stopped. They also received a public message

"This is the patrol team of the third fleet of New Eden-Modu Corps. Please show your identity and purpose!"

"Modu Corps? And what kind of warship is this? I have never seen it before?" Looking at the blue-gray appearance and flat hulls of the cruisers and frigates in front of him, Beecher Aubrey was a little confused: "A2, go check this force."

After a while, A2 retrieved the information of the Modu Corps from the intelligence database of the demon civilization.

"The Mod Corps first appeared in the battle with the original Black Chess Galaxy on October 20, and occupied the Black Flag Galaxy with absolute strength. It has a brand-new ship system from frigates to battleships. Its warships have excellent maneuverability and powerful missile attack capabilities. Threat assessment: C5"

The demon civilization divides the assessment of forces into several levels: D, C, B, A, S, SS, SSS, and each of them is divided into small levels of 1-5 to assess the degree of threat.

"A small force with a threat assessment of C5?" Beecher Aubrey looked at the fleet in front of him and immediately felt relieved. He ordered in the fleet channel: "A2, A3, A4, you go and expel them, let them know that not all civilizations can check fleets at will!"

"Yes!"

The corners of everyone's mouths showed a grim smile. In order to avoid being exposed, they have destroyed many of these unknown small fleets along the way.

Then, leaving two frigates to guard the transport ship, the other three Devil Fighter-21s began to rush at full speed towards the Mod patrol, and the preheated muzzles were slightly red due to the energy reaction.

"Warning! Please stop its dangerous behavior immediately, otherwise we will take compulsory measures!"

"Warning! Please stop its dangerous behavior immediately, otherwise we will take compulsory measures!"

"Warning! Please stop its dangerous behavior immediately, otherwise we will take compulsory measures!"

Three urgent warning messages were sent to the Devil Squad's shipboard intelligence. Everyone ignored the information and continued to rush towards it until the opponent entered the range. Several dark energy beams shot out from the muzzle and headed straight for a Gam-class, and the Gam-class, which had already started the engine, rolled sideways to avoid the attack.

"The warning is invalid, we will take compulsory measures!"

Then, the counterattack from the Mod's Corps began!

Five Garm-class ships started their engines at full power, reaching an ultra-high speed of 20 kilometers per second in just three seconds. Even the Osus-class cruiser soared to a cruising speed of 10,000/second, and quickly distanced itself from the three Devil Fighter-21 frigates that rushed over.

"What?!"

Becher Aubrey looked at the Devil Fighter, which was famous for its speed, and was pulled away in just a few seconds, which was somewhat unbelievable!

Did the technology of these warships all turn on the engine?

The speed was so fast!

Because it was a local battle, and there was no one else except these enemies, the Mod Corps removed all disguises and opened fire!

Then, the missile launchers of the five Garm-class ships sprayed out fire dragons, and the missiles covered the three Devil Fighter-21 frigates like a meteor shower, and the energy fluctuations generated by the explosion surrounded the three warships.

When the energy waves generated by the explosion dissipated, only the fragmented wreckage of the three Devil Fighter-21 frigates remained.

"Hiss! Is this the warship owned by the forces that assess C5?" Beecher Aubrey took a deep breath and then decisively prepared to evacuate, "These intelligence guys should be ejected into space!"

Unfortunately, when this Mod's team came, they had already called for support. A patrol squadron of the Mod's team jumped directly to the middle of their fleet. With the entry of the Mastiff-class heavy interceptor, a jump blocking position with a radius of 250 kilometers surrounded everyone.

"It's over."

Becher Aubrey immediately wanted to send a message back for help, but the position reinforcement space opened by this heavy interceptor could not only block the warships from jumping, but also interfere with the enemy's information, so his message for help was destined to be sent out.

"Damn it!" Beecher Aubrey watched as the remaining two Demon Fighter-221 warships were also destroyed. Since then, all the escort fleets of the fleet have died in battle, leaving only his unarmed transport ship!

Looking at the Mod Group that destroyed the space capsules of his brothers, Beecher Aubrey was sweating even though he was in the nutrition chamber, and hurriedly said: "We are the Aubrey team of the Demon Third Fleet. I think we should have a good talk!"

"Demon Third Fleet? Demon civilization?" Mod, who was far away in the military fortress of the Black Flag Galaxy, looked at the information, touched the beard that had begun to grow on his chin, and showed a ferocious smile: "That's even more impossible to say, after all, only dead people will not leak information!"

"No!!!"

Beater Aubrey let out a desperate cry in the rain of missiles. The transport ship was directly destroyed, and the space escape capsule could not leave after the battleship was destroyed because of the position of the Mastiff class. It was also destroyed, leaving a charred corpse.

"Huh?"

Mod cleaned the battlefield and saw that there was a silver-white metal container in the wreckage of the transport ship that survived the explosion of the battleship. He couldn't help but feel a little strange, but he took it to the empty fortress of the Alpha Galaxy with the practice of not leaving empty.

The remaining wreckage and corpses were salvaged and cleaned up by several night-class industrial ships that followed. In less than ten minutes, the entire battlefield was cleaned up, and not even a tri-titanium alloy was left.

Half an hour later, the entire space fell into silence again, and there was no sign that a small-scale war had just taken place.

I wish you all a happy new year, good health, a successful family expedition, and meeting officials with the stars.