God Emperor’s Angel of Death

In the messy and dimly lit bridge, there are running farts and thumping percussions, and the sound of puchi leaking steam is heard from time to time.

The scalded ass was holding his head and screaming to escape, and then he was pushed back by the mechanics with a wrench and a hammer.

This doesn't look like the commanding heart of a starship at all, but more like a lively grocery store.

But this is Ouke.

They don’t need any professionalism or discipline. They can do a lot with their own instincts and interests.

Of course, many things can be done.

A giant beast covered in yellow and black armor overlooks the busy bridge.

It’s so tall, it’s over four meters tall with naked eye, and the regular thick armor plate makes it look stronger than fearless. Of the two arms, one is a huge power claw. The other is equipped with a plasma cannon of amazing caliber, and a huge yellow smirking moon is nailed to its left shoulder.

Black is its background color, and yellow is the burning flame. When it turns its head, those dark red eyes are like burning briquettes in the night.

It is the famous Nazdreg Udgrub, the green-skinned pirate warlord who has the most headache for the Imperium Navy, and a villain who has plundered hundreds of human worlds.

Nazdreig stopped above the center of the hall, below the projection image, and then looked around, looking at the faces of the surrounding bosses.

Hundreds of eyes flashed in the dark, just like a hungry herd, begin to stir.

He then slowly nodded.

Then hundreds of fists slammed on the chest at the same time.

A fierce roar broke out on the bridge.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! ! !

This roar is constantly being transmitted between the battleships, and the in the sky outside the hull is played through the speakers.

Even if the fleet is in the sub-Space Domain, this roar also stirred up ripples, causing those soulless chasers to flee in fright.

Nazdreig turned around and stared at the slowly rotating projection. Above it was the galaxy that was about to arrive-Furun, a small galaxy that was not noticeable before. .

Suddenly, the projection changed, the image of the planet disappeared, replaced by his fleet.

Nazdreig kept the image there, and now he has many questions to think about.

"This place has been besieged by the shrimps for a long time. I wondered if that idiot should not be able to withstand it, but it actually survived."

It looked at it again. The moving purple cloud-like symbol represents the condition of the surrounding subspace.

"I don't think it can survive because it has ability."

Nazdrag looked up at the other bosses, some nodded seemed to understand what their boss meant, but Their wisdom cannot make them make the same judgment.

A smile appeared on the face of the pirate warlord.

It knows how to create a trap, and it also knows how to weaken and kill surprised enemies-it has been used in many wars.

There is no doubt that it has seen a trap right now.

It is unknown who created the trap, but its instinct reminds the green-skinned boss that the danger is imminent.

"If this is a trap for us."

Nazdreig's voice overwhelmed the hustle and bustle of the hall.

"Who is that... waiting for us?"

The pirate warlord stared at the star chart, with dozens of light spots flashing on it, all in the asteroid belt at the edge of the galaxy. An outpost that keeps sending signals in China.

It stands to reason that if they can send a signal, it proves that they have not fallen.

Then prove that they are still safe——

Safe?

Nazdreg let out a breath from his nostrils and almost laughed.

In its eyes, these flashing outposts are like a chain, an iron chain trying to strangle his neck.

This may be enough to deceive most Ouke.

But it won’t, it’s the smartest boss, and these tricks seem to be as funny as the jokes of assholes.

Then, its gaze was locked on the edge of the chain, a vacancy, the location of an already dimmed outpost, an area that in fact must be "unsafe".

If the previous star chart is correct, either the outpost has moved its long legs, or someone “moved” it.

It's also possible that someone accidentally "smashed" it and couldn't fight it, so he could only use crude tricks to hide it from the sky.

They must firmly believe that they will not run into such a dangerous area, because it is a "trap".

Very good.

Nazdreg grinned.

"Boys! Turn the bow! Let me give Xiami a big surprise!!!"

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"And One week of patrol mission is over."

Captain Midyas was secretly sighed on the old bridge, and his navy hat was pale under his sideburns.

His ship "The Spear of No Fear" is an unyielding-class cruiser, which has been in service for more than two hundred years and has experienced several great cultivators.

Some voices say that the cost of maintaining this old ship is getting higher and higher, and it should be decommissioned and sealed up as soon as possible.

But Midias never looked at his boat that way.

For him, she is her, and he knows every inch of her armor and strength, just as the bridge under his feet is running in precise order.

The servants murmured to the meditator, and the officers exchanged verbal commands, data boards, and rolls of parchment manuscripts.

Technical priests huddled quietly in their Small World, unless the battleship's soul attracted their attention.

The bridge is the brain of the warship, and what it controls is an Imperium navy battleship.

This three-kilometer-long starship has tens of thousands of slave laborers and servants, and just like its kind, she was born with only one purpose-to defend the territory of Imperium.

His location is near the destroyed asteroid. After achieving his goal, Astart’s fleet left, leaving only the Fearless Spear and twelve other light ships. The battle group consisting of battleships stands by on the outermost surface of the asteroid belt, close to the edge of the galaxy.

When the patrol mission here is over, they will go to other places to perform missions.

Midias is tired of these broken stones.

"Warning! Subspace change!"

Suddenly, the dark starry sky near the asteroid belt began to swell, and the rays of light in lavender and deep green were swollen in an instant In the deformed void, cracks appeared in it.

The technical priest on the bridge first sounded the alarm, and after a second, alarm bells began to be heard everywhere.

Midias glanced at the wave of information flowing through his busy schedule and assessed the probability.

Something is jumping from subspace into the real universe.

It may be an enemy, a friend, or something unknown.

Before confirming its authenticity, welcome ceremony is treated equally.

He immediately issued the order that the entire ship was looking forward to.

"Enter the combat position."