Him and their stars

At this time, outside the defense fortifications at the bridge gate, gunshots were still coming continuously, and more violent explosions were approaching step by step. But at the same moment, chaotic but heavy footsteps also sounded from outside the door.

Even the continuous fierce explosions did not completely cover up these sounds.

There are indeed more enemies approaching. Judging from the footsteps, it is not surprising that more than a hundred trolls are coming.

Marshal Aylwin clearly saw that more than ten lines of fire had entered the room.

The fierce gun battle has entered a fierce stage, and judging from the current situation, even if it turns into fierce hand-to-hand combat, it will only be a very small matter of time.

No...this is already a real problem. Colonel Myron, who had just sent a bearded demon psyker out with an axe, swung his melta knife and cut off several combat robots that were running and leaping through the gate. His figure was like a warrior god showing off his domineering power, and he successfully aroused the morale of the surrounding warriors.

But at this time, the long-bearded demon psychic once again came through the upper edge of the armored door in the form of Ah Piao, and once again condensed into a human form and rushed over, looking like a desperate man.

For this fierceness, it doesn't look like the style of a long-bearded demon at all, more like a troll.

The collision between the two psykers created a boiling air current, pushing many of the surrounding warriors almost to the point where they could no longer stand.

As a result, not only robots, but many short intruders also climbed in through the armored door. They were only as tall as an adult man's chest, wearing special power armor, and the simple thrusters on their backs were still smoking.

The captain, who was born as an engineer, was amazed when he saw it and thought the design was quite exquisite. If it weren't for a battle, I would definitely want to discuss the craftsmanship concept with the designer of this mecha.

However, these soldiers, who were only two-thirds of the height of an adult human being, showed their weapons and rushed over with shouts, like a group of little devils who had taken too much moon candy.

As a result, the heavily armed crew members also wielded crystal battle axes and power hammers, and headed up under the leadership of the boatswain. Compared with the marines with mechas, these crew members are not professional combatants, and some are not even soldiers. But at this time, it is time for these second formation reserves to go up and fill in the lines.

"Razakai people? Kalda goblins? Peihai pig-faced people? Isn't this unscientific?" The captain looked at these short but tough enemies. It was clear that they were no match for humans in terms of size or strength, but they could still With a fierce energy that I don't know where it comes from, I fight with everyone inextricably.

The captain, who has been a veteran seaman for thirty years, said that he has never seen a fighting race with this kind of physique, and of course you have never heard of it.

At this time, he felt that his common sense was being subverted, and he had to be prepared to fight to the end.

He stretched out his hand to weigh the texture of the electromagnetic rifle, knocked on the protective clothing that protected his chest, and asked: "Where are our army's reinforcements? The Blue Princess has three regiments, and our escort fleet also has stormtroopers. Our strength should be Dominate!”

"We are indeed on our way, but there are firefights happening everywhere in the ship!" said the first mate.

The implication is that everyone is working hard to come to the rescue, but when they will arrive is a sad mystery.

"Why do I feel like we're being surrounded for reinforcements?" the captain couldn't help but ask.

"Is this... is this a street fight on the ship? Encircling a point for reinforcements? Is this also okay on the ship?" The first mate felt that the captain's imagination was a bit too rich, but after careful consideration, he found that it still made some sense. , and suddenly fell into a state of confusion.

Marshal Aylwin is in good condition. His current expression is more of doubt than hesitation. The combat effectiveness of these attackers was much stronger than he imagined. They were extremely numerous, ferocious in firepower, well-equipped, well-organized in combat, and they also had psykers. This kind of troop organization is enough even if you want to join a gang to seize the empire's dreadnoughts.

Wouldn't it be too extravagant if it was just for a mere President Nishita?

Although this veteran of the Revolutionary War had not been to a battle for some time, his sense of smell had not deteriorated.

"I know that if you want to do something these days, you will offend people, but President Nishita shouldn't be so important, right?" the marshal muttered to himself.

Several officers around him looked at each other, speechless for a moment. They always felt that the old marshal was mocking the president and it was of no use, but it was really hard to think too carefully about this kind of thing.

At this time, the captain was also shouting an order: "Close the door! Do it now! Close the door for me!"

This time, there would be no objection to his orders.

Of course, there are actually many enemies with live ammunition rushing into the bridge, but at least they cannot control the various control terminals, and the firepower in their hands will not cause any structural damage to the metal gate made of heavy gold. Once the door is closed, the enemies rushing into the bridge can be concentrated and annihilated.

This also means that everyone is ready to give up counterattack and prepare to hold on to delay time.

In addition, again, after the Navy Day incident in 830, the bridge defense of the Azure Princess has also been modified in a very user-friendly manner. Even if the door is blocked, it does not mean that there is no other secret passage that can be transferred.

"There is a possibility of loss here. Your Excellency, please move immediately. Take the second emergency escape route." Marshal Alwin's temporary adjutant, Major Bruce, once again requested for asylum - the reason why it was "temporary" was because the marshal was still a retired old man in theory, and his position was also a consultant. It was just that this time he was accompanying the president on a diplomatic mission and needed an assistant for affairs, so he had this capable temporary adjutant.

This time, the old marshal did not act pretentiously again. He nodded and stood up and walked towards the rear cabin passage on the third floor of the bridge. His adjutant and nearly a squad of soldiers surrounded him.

The bridge of the Azure Princess was as big as an entire sky ball field. Even if the nearest battle was still one or two hundred meters away from him, it was no longer a safe place.

Although the old marshal was over 90 years old, his pace was not slow, at least much more decisive than President Nishita who had just retreated, and he still held the rifle in his hand with professional movements. He had already made plans to use weapons to protect himself.

This veteran who had experienced the War of Independence was not afraid of death, and was prepared to die here, but if he had a chance to escape, he was not prepared to let himself die in such a frustrating way.

In fact, since the battle had already taken place in every place in the ship, it was not safe to take the emergency escape passage at this time, but it should always be safer than inside the bridge.

"The escape passage can go to the third floor, we..." The adjutant reported while following the marshal.

But then, the roar of the attackers, more intense gunshots and explosions, and the screams of people turned into boiling air waves intertwined together, completely covering his voice.

Before the armored door was completely raised and closed the passage, the giants' bodies like ferocious beasts had already appeared in everyone's sight.

"Where is Kes Nishita!" The leading troll opened his bloody mouth under the half helmet and shouted: "Put down your weapons, hand over Kes Nishita, and your lives can be forgiven!"

His business was covered by the explosion. Several marines fired rifle grenades at the troll's face, but the shells seemed to fall into an invisible dense net. The power and flash of the explosions were so strong that those who didn't know would think it was a string of firecrackers.

Another psychic, and definitely much more powerful than the long-bearded monster that was fighting Colonel Myron.

Marshal Erwin was not a superhuman, but he also made such a judgment. He knew too well that a giant race like the Myshandar trolls, who were gifted with extraordinary talents and vigorous life spirits, would be a dangerous enemy after possessing psychic powers.

Fortunately, Colonel Myron had already crushed the head of the long-bearded monster with the advantage of the equipment of the emblem machine. He fiddled with the hot melt sword and shook his finger at the troll through the three-meter-thick door.

The morale of the defenders in the bridge soared, and they all felt like they had seen the god of war descend to earth. Even the captain felt that although Master Juque and Master Yuchang had left to protect the president, everything was stable with a master like Colonel Myron by his side.

Moreover, the armored gate had risen more than two meters. Through the gap that was about to close, only the head of the troll psychic could be seen. Even for a troll psychic, it would take a lot of time to break open this gate that could be used as a battleship armor plate.

Probably...

The captain immediately stood up and prepared to command everyone to pile some more furniture at the gate to reinforce the fortifications, so that they could hold out for a while longer.

As for Colonel Myron, he was probably very proud of having just killed a psychic, and even gave the troll across the gate a middle finger.

Then, the troll, whose body was like a mountain, suddenly became ethereal, floating over like a ghost, and then condensed into a solid body again.

... So all of you can become ghosts, right?

Fortunately, this troll psychic who turned from a ghost into a physical entity seemed to have a good martial virtue. He did not attack while everyone was stunned, but shouted: "For your lives, surrender to the weapons! This is the last warning!"

What a polite warrior!

However, after the warning, he did not say anything else and rushed over to fight with Colonel Myron.

On the other side, Marshal Alwin still paid attention to these changes, and his pace was even faster. Now he has led everyone into the rear cabin of the bridge and entered the elevator of the emergency passage safely. The upgrade system of this passage uses another power, even if the terminal of the bridge is captured, it will not affect the operation.

"Enter the cargo hold at the bottom from the emergency passage elevator, and then transfer to the lifeboat." Marshal Alwin said.

Major Bruce suddenly realized, and felt that the marshal was the marshal. He was so decisive at such an old age. The key is that he can think of the best retreat route with a little brainpower, so he quickly started to operate.

As the elevator door closed, the adjutant breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to contact other departments of the fleet, especially to confirm the safety of the president, but he heard the marshal say: "They are not predators!"

Hearing this, the major was not surprised. He was also an officer. Although he had never fought against real predators, he had read a lot of battle reports. He had never seen such well-equipped predators, and they acted so methodically. He had long begun to doubt the other party's true identity.

Or, the predators who acted in a methodical way should have died in the New World.

"They are not the Alliance Space Fleet either." Marshal Erwin said again.

Major Bruce's mood remained stable. He did not believe from the beginning that the attackers just now would be the Alliance Space Fleet. They must be the enemy in disguise.

Otherwise, how to explain the current situation? The Alliance Space Fleet and the Plunderers colluded to harm President Nishita?

"So, it really is an assassin hired by the Empire?" Major Bruce said.

"... Is this the result of your judgment?" Marshal Erwin's expression was very calm, but he seemed to sigh silently.

The major felt that he should be ridiculed by the Marshal, but he did not dare to have any dissatisfaction, but still asked doubtfully: "So, what do you mean..."

"Speaking of which, that kind of ghost-like technique, is there a bit of standardization."

Major Bruce could not answer. Although he was strong and powerful, he was just an ordinary person after all, and did not understand mysticism. What's more, his common sense told him that psychic power and standardization had nothing to do with each other.

"Speaking of which, I heard some rumors during the War of Independence. I heard that there was a supernatural force active in the hidden battlefield..." The marshal said to himself.

Major Bruce immediately became interested.

"Forget it, it's just a rumor after all."

"..." The major was very angry, but he was Marshal Alwin after all, and he could only grit his teeth and endure it even if he became a riddle man.

The conversation between the two was interrupted. At this time, the elevator they were in made a sharp sound, accompanied by a vibration and friction that made it difficult for people to stand upright, and then it stopped with difficulty.

Marshal Alwin felt that his internal organs were almost upside down, and he felt that this scene was really too unfriendly for a poor old man. Fortunately, he didn't fall down, and was supported by the guards, and then he heard the conversation between Major Bruce and other officers.

"We have stopped at the third floor! This is the automatic emergency measure of the refuge elevator!"

"There was an explosion in the cargo hold on the lower floor? There was a battle there too?"

In any case, this shaky elevator was not a place to stay for long. Everyone opened the door manually with difficulty. The intersection in front of the passage that came into view was a battle between the enemy and us.

The Earth Stormtroopers wearing standard mechas and the attackers wearing green-skinned clothes were fighting in a group, and it was difficult to tell who was who. Occasionally, there were combat robots jumping in the rain of bullets and white blades, constantly creating more deaths.

Then, a wolfhound-like robot jumped out of the battle group, turned around and aimed its two Vulcan cannons at the elevator door that had just been opened, releasing a boiling rain of bullets.

It was not the only robot that changed its attack target.

It was obvious that these combat machines that invaded the Azure Princess had a clear attack sequence.