I, Sakaski, Won't Take a Dog Easily.

Seeing that the interception was ineffective, two airships guarding the fortress tried to use themselves as a buffer point to block the knife for Megatron.

Immediately, the two high-quality airships, which were supposed to be able to withstand a large amount of artillery fire and continue to last, were directly knocked out of several large holes in the middle, and completely lost their floating power and fell towards the sea.

Although Shiliu and others intercepted most of the airships, there were still a small number of shock ships brazenly gouged into the Megatron's hull.

After being violently hit by several enemy ships, even this huge air fortress, which was regarded as a war platform, couldn't help but deflect several degrees in the opposite direction.

Violent shocks were generated instantly, and the interior of the aerial fortress shook as if it had suffered a strong earthquake at this moment.

Even though they were already prepared for the impact, many sailors were thrown off their feet by the unexpected impact.

Perhaps it was an illusion. Under the cover of the loud noise produced by the violent impact and the roar of artillery fire, Sakalski vaguely heard a young woman deliberately suppressing the pain.

But the legion master, who was concentrating on launching the hellfire, didn't think much about it. After all, under such an impact, casualties in the air fortress are naturally inevitable.

Holding on to the nearest fixture, the crew members in the main control room shouted hoarsely into the microphone before the vibration stopped: "Report the damage immediately!!!"

Several sailors knocked their heads on the console, causing bloodshed. Regardless of their own injuries, they immediately began to assist the comrades on the side to carry out emergency inspections and adjustments of the hull.

"The hull was damaged at a high altitude, and some cabins are being closed. All crew members are requested not to approach the passage of the second functional area."

"Warning! Engine No. [-] has lost power! Engine No. [-] and No. [-] have suffered damage to varying degrees." Within seconds, information from each functional area was quickly fed back to the main control room, and bad news came all at once.

However, these injuries are not yet serious enough to pose a serious threat to the entire platform, at least within the acceptable damage assessment range.

Even if there is an order commander in the communication channel: "Let the damage control team pass!! We need to investigate the remaining risks as soon as possible."

"No!" Anilu, who was located near the main gun turret, abruptly inserted into the communication channel, his tone was full of dignity: "Immediately send the pacifists and the boarding teams to block the second functional area!! There are intruders Login!"

The Thunderbolt fruit-capable user seemed quite annoyed. This aerial fortress is one of the terminal strategic weapons of the Navy Headquarters, and it is usually served by all the crew members like a baby.The sailors who spent most of their time in this fortress have an inseparable feeling for it.

Not to mention that maintenance and maintenance are carried out according to the highest priority level in daily situations. All the sailors who serve on it are almost treating the attitude of a sweetheart to love this giant that carries their beliefs and will.

If you really want to force a metaphor, this air fortress full of countless good memories has been regarded by the sailors as a family member that they share day and night to a large extent.

What is shouldered by them is not only the responsibility, but also the personal honor that is extremely cherished by the sailors.

In the past, if a piece of paint was scraped off by a slight bump, it would make these old men shudder in distress.

This group of simple, cute, stubborn, steel straight men with steel bars in their heads even posted the slogan "Megatron, My Wife" all over the aisle without any shame.

There are [-] irascible old men who swore to live and die with the fortress alone.

But now, the war platform, which was cherished so much, was knocked out several big holes by the god-killing pirates, which directly stimulated this group of "incurable" [Megatron True Love Fans] to the point of madness.

"I'm fucking his uncle's golden lion!!!" The big bosses roared, and led several special warfare teams to rush to the area where the hull was invaded.

Unexpectedly, the first supporters in the past were not these powerful port squads specially assembled to prevent foreign enemies from invading, but those patrol groups mixed with pacifists at various levels.

The closer to the damaged area, the more messy it is.The stern siren sounded unceasingly, and the dark red emergency lights shrouded the passageway, rendering the surroundings a bit eerie.

Accompanied by the claustrophobic atmosphere that is getting closer to space horror movies, there are weird roars faintly transmitted from the damaged areas of the hull.

A 7-member patrol team was rushing to the designated area to check what happened. The leader stopped first and raised his left arm to make a gesture to stop marching behind him.

Obviously, the leader of the patrol group heard the unusual roar.

Although it is not clear what kind of monster is dormant in the dark red-hued passage ahead, but one thing is certain - it is absolutely impossible for human beings to make such weird noises.

The patrol team in a vigilant posture walked forward and turned a corner together. What they saw made these experienced fighters secretly startled.

The sharply distorted alloy walls and the rolled and broken steel barriers are like a ferocious devil's mouth, laughing at everyone silently like grinning.

What was also opened was the cable duct buried inside the wall.

These bundled cables seem to be broken into two pieces by a huge force and hang in the air, and currents and sparks burst out from time to time at the break.

Under the illumination of the dark red emergency lights, everyone could roughly see the end of this passage.

There is external light projected through the damaged outer hull, but it only stays in that narrow corner.

The mottled light and shadow were projected on the impact boat covered with bullet marks and pyrotechnic traces, and its trajectory of crashing through the protective layer and sliding close to the ground was clearly visible.

The hatch of the shock boat opened crookedly outwards, as if something was released after it landed.

The heavy panting sound seemed to resonate strangely with the sharp sirens in this space, but the patrol team didn't see any traces of creatures in the empty passage ahead.

"Be vigilant! That thing must be here, I can smell that strange smell." The leader kept reminding the team members that the thing should not have left here, because there was a slightly fishy smell in the air.

They placed the two tyrant-type pacifists in front. In case of any emergency, these burly men in military uniforms over two meters tall can also buy enough time for others to react.

A group of people moved carefully into the passage, and with every step they took, the sound of heavy breathing came closer to them accompanied by the sudden sound of gold and iron rubbing in the metal passage.

The team leader in the middle of the team held his breath and listened carefully to identify the specific direction of the sound.

Suddenly, a few drops of "water" dripped from the top of the passage onto the leader's navy cap and hung down the brim.

Out of the corner of the leader's eyes, he noticed the somewhat cloudy and sticky mucus. The experienced sailor didn't even raise his head to see what kind of guy was dormant above his head. He threw the short knife in his right arm directly upwards.

And this veteran with rich combat experience simply rolled on the spot, avoiding the area where he was standing first.

The other sailors beside him also responded quickly, aiming their short-handled shotguns and swords upward.

Clang! An ear-piercing scraping sound of gold and iron sounded from above the leader's head. The dagger that was thrown up half a second ago seemed to hit some hard metal plate. .

But in the area where the team leader had previously stood, there was only a vague black shadow swaying from top to bottom, denting the ground of the passageway.

If the sailor hadn't escaped in time, he might have suffered similar miserable treatment.