God Emperor’s Angel of Death

At the command of the captain, the deck of the Spear of Fearless vibrated in response.

Midias felt the battleship wake up completely, and he could almost see plasma flames spraying from the stern of the ship.

The green glow of the holographic projection and the red light of the alarm quickly filled the entire bridge. At the same time, the explosion-proof shield that was several meters thick was slowly covering the all around observation window.

The Fearless Spear entered a full combat state within ten seconds, and the ready signals from other cruisers and frigates had begun to come.

Next, his gaze turned to an image of the edge of the galaxy just taken to identify the gap in the starry sky.

A big hole opened out of thin air in space, and accompanied by lightning that wandered around, the center of it showed a bright and nauseating vortex, and then it grew like a mouth about to vomit.

A sharp steel giant pierced the opening, dragging out the same huge jagged body.

It is a huge giant beast, more than ten kilometers long, with a thick hull and a sly armor. The bow is a disgusting Xenos smiling face, and the side of the hull is a huge The yellow moon with a wicked smile.

The Reef Strike, the super ancient junk, the flagship of the pirate army Fenazdreg, is like a stout piranha, plucked out of the undulating sea of ​​subspace!

"This—"

Midias's thinking was puzzled for a few seconds, and he was puzzled by this green-skinned battleship that suddenly appeared.

Suddenly, this huge monster burst into flames.

The bow of an unyielding-class ship ten kilometers away from the Spear of Fearlessness was immediately flooded with the shock wave of the explosion.

Its Void Shield only lasted for two seconds, and the energy flow wrapped around its surface like an oily rope, and then it was blasted into a sun diffused in strong light.

Midias on the bridge was furious, and he trembled with anger when he issued the order to fight back.

"Attack!"

Human battleship began to use its own weapons to return colors.

The space is suddenly flooded with beams and torpedoes.

But for this huge ship, these attacks are simply tickling, and even the ripples on the shield can't arouse.

At the same time, the space around the Reef is constantly bubbling like boiling tar, and one after another green-skinned battleship leapt into the real universe.

It was just the first batch of battleships to appear. There were hundreds of ships and the forward formation. The space in front of the Fearless Spear was crowded.

"Why... so much!"

As the opponent's flagship fired another round, the three human battleships turned into dust in an instant.

Midias stared at the logo on the screen that used to be the friendly army. Now they have turned into a ball of gas that spread out, and hot fragments flew around.

The corpses of the battleship flooded the screen, making hundreds of servants and crew members absolute silence.

They obviously encountered the main fleet that has always been huge.

This scene solidified Midias for a moment, his eyes fixed on the image.

Then he shook the head to wake himself up, and at the same time the noise of the bridge rushed towards him.

The officers yelled at each other, the servants and the machines spewed out massive amounts of data, and the technical priest had begun to issue orders to the servants.

He has to hold on to the battle before it gets out of control, and there is one missing element that needs to be understood.

"Who is the enemy?"

He asked loudly, this is the technical priest under the bridge who turned half of his face, with red light mechanical eyes when he spoke. The captain's attention was met from the front.

"Ok."

After he finished speaking, he turned back and issued a series of commands to the technical servants on each deck.

For a moment, Midias stood there, as if he had been hit by a bullet but had not fallen yet.

Then he banged his head hard.

"Damn it!"

The holographic projection above his head rotates to show him the position of the fleet and enemy forces, and the shining rune continuously clusters of ornithometer readings and tactical briefings grow.

The data stream uploaded from external sensors is overlaid on the projection—intra-ship communications, links between commanders, and details of personnel on each ship.

Midias took a deep breath and felt the calmness of the gathering flow through the body and mind.

Training and adaptability suppressed other instincts. He knew that he was the center of the storm, on a basis of will and strength.

"Take us above the attack plane."

After giving the command, he could feel the battleship trembling, and the holographic projection flickered indistinctly for a second.

He forced his gaze back to the primordial data of the rushing battle. It has been four minutes since the first battleship was sunk.

They lost the general battleship, a total of six ships, and two received heavy blows.

The firepower that the entire fleet can use dropped to 36%.

They are on the verge of destruction.

Even the Fearless Spear also began to bear firepower. The shield of the front weapon array area was falling, and some of the output had been deployed to re-strengthen them. The plasma reactor tightened the body to maintain output.

The enemy bomber strikes——

The artillery array is firing——

The laser array enters the ideal shooting angle——

Turn Thirty percent--

Correction path--

He let out a sigh of relief, ignoring the detailed parameters of the Spear of Fearless.

He is now the commander of the entire fleet, and everything that happens on the front line is only a part of this battle.

Midias focused his attention on the information in front of him, and the trajectory on the holographic projection and the amber mark of engagement were messed up at this moment.

The battle was clearly cold.

The enemy fleet integrates a sawtooth cone, and a large number of heavily armored battleships wrap the largest warship in the core.

It rolled straight past the subspace entry point, and was moved towards the patrol fleet, seeming to want to crush this small fleet at a very close distance.

Ok, their opponent is Ok.

This thought is like a piece of ice piercing Midias's intestines, as if this fact had just entered his consciousness.

Under this disparity of power, they have no resistance at all, and it is difficult for them to even escape. The opponent’s firepower can completely tear them to pieces before they enter the subspace—and they only So I didn't do it, there may be a darker reason.

They may intend to capture these surviving battleships.

This kind of probability makes Midias' head dizzy. In a trance, his consciousness seems to be screaming sadly because the battleship is being invaded and turned into purgatory.

For a moment, he felt the old and weak of his own strength, just like this old ship.

"I can't lose-I can't fail!"

Midias's gaze swept across the holographic projection showing the battle situation, and the blue and green intertwined spots leaked out. Blood red.

The long-term service experience in the past brought a contingency plan to mind, and then the actual combat possibility.

He can see it, a strategy not only to hold on, but also to use color.

If they want to bleed, they have to bleed too!