The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 3151: The Commorragh Allied Fleet

Whoosh—

In the void, a dazzling beam of light streaked across.

The next second, this precise artillery strike from the Abyssal Lion destroyed a Claw-class frigate. This expensive and fragile Commorragh warship was completely annihilated in less than a second.

As the small ships surrounding the battlefield were destroyed one by one, a gap opened in the Black Heart Kabal's blockade. The powerful Tears of Heaven fleet, aided by mimic engines and holographic fields, launched a surprise attack unnoticed, sinking over fifty Black Heart Kabal warships within ten minutes of the battle's outbreak.

In the past, Commorragh ships would use speed and firepower to tease and torment their cumbersome opponents, but when faced with ships of similar technology, their speed and maneuverability advantages vanished. The determining factors of the battle were once again reduced to the most fundamental firepower and numbers.

But it was clear that the fleet the Black Heart Kabal had deployed here was no match for the Tears of Heaven fleet.

On the bridge of the 'Hope Killer,' Tariel, one of the five Archons of the Black Heart Kabal, sat lazily on his command throne, watching the holographic screen displayed on the frost-blue marble.

After the last failed attack on the Eternal Court, Vect did not blame them, but it was still a blow to his prestige. Being an Archon was not easy; there were always people trying to replace them, so he could say that he volunteered for this operation.

If he did well, then the impact of the previous failure would be forgotten.

Looking at the magnificent scene of destruction, Tariel subconsciously revealed a smile. Although the destruction came from their fleet, it did not prevent him from enjoying the visual spectacle—to Commorragh residents, slaughter and death were equally in need of elegance.

Of course, if he could bring more death to the other side, that would be even better. He also craved to experience its pleasure, but there were still some issues to deal with before that.

"Tease those arrogant white fools a little more."

He said to a crew member standing nearby:

"Let's lure them all out."

Under his command, near the Void Dragon pirates' Dragon's Nest, four more small fleets suddenly warp-jumped into realspace.

According to his plan, groups of raider ships and pirate ships would firmly attract the attention of the Tears of Heaven fleet, and then they would quickly retreat towards the edge of the star system.

And there, insidious blades had already been laid in ambush, waiting for their prey.

The ambushing force was unprecedentedly large. Vect had used coercion and enticement to bring nine Kabals into this battle. This ambush had been planned for several years. To conceal the fleet's movements, many ships had even left Commorragh half a year in advance and roamed the universe.

More than 200 cruisers, 700 raiders and frigates, and 35 super-capital ships that were extremely rare in Commorragh and usually sealed in ports—they were usually considered battleships, but in fact, there was no unified model. Just like other equipment of Commorragh residents, there were rarely two similar ones, but they all had some similarities: extremely powerful firepower and extremely large hangar capacity.

A grand fireworks display was ready. When the Eternal Court's fleet was lured over, the Commorragh Allied Fleet, which had already prepared for battle, would let them experience the art of supreme pain.

When the raid was over, they would find all the survivors from the wreckage of the Eternal Court's fleet. This would be an excellent victory propaganda. They would have a fulfilling time, and the guests would have a great time too.

When the first reports came, the Archon leaned back in his seat, the initial engagement was swift and bloody, and he smiled with satisfaction.

"These naive white fools seem to have taken the bait."

A woman's voice gently reached his ears.

The surrounding snake-like bodyguards slowly emerged from the shadows next to their master's command throne, hissing. Their hands gripped the hilts of their weapons, and their bodies stiffened with alertness.

The Archon casually waved his hand, signaling the snake-men to retreat, and then smiled:

"They have always been like this, even if they claim to have established a nation, they are still uneasy wanderers in the void."

He turned around and saw his Lhama concubine walking alone on the command deck. Usually, ordinary Kabal warriors, including his own subordinates, were not allowed to approach this place.

But the other party was not an ordinary person, or not just a concubine.

She was a member of the Lhama Sisterhood, a follower of the Void Maiden Lilitu, and a master of poisons and conspiracies.

Although this made them sound dangerous, they were indispensable to Archons who hoped to climb up, because this could prove their strength, prove that they could tame the most dangerous females, and at the same time, these conspiracy experts could help them discover those subordinates who were plotting against them or were difficult to control in time.

Another thing that the Archons cared about was loyalty. Although this was almost a miracle for the fickle Commorragh women, the Lhama Sisterhood was indeed an exception. When they signed a contract with an Archon, they would no longer be loyal to others, let alone the adultery that was common in Commorragh, but this unique loyalty was not without a price. According to the rules of the Sisterhood, if a master was proven to be unsuitable, then no Sister would serve him for a long time, and this situation was very common—under normal circumstances, the Lhama concubine would choose the right time and place to end everything with a small amount of poison.

Ownership of a Lhama inevitably came with dangerous responsibilities, but few Archons could remember this for long, and they would always mistreat or insult their Lhama, who would punish them according to the ancient Sisterhood laws.

Things had always been like this, but this dangerous game had always attracted male Archons.

"By the way, I don't remember inviting you to the bridge."

Only a few subordinates, or rather his most favored subordinates, could be invited to be with him on the bridge when he approached his chosen hunting ground.

"Oh, dear Tariel, you know that the lack of an invitation can't stop me. After all, if that were the case, I wouldn't be able to go anywhere."

The Lhama, wearing a low-cut, spiked black dress-armor, appeared next to the Archon like an alluring rose, then leaned over and placed her white hand on his shoulder.

"Don't you want to share this moment of victory with me?"

"Do I look like someone who is happy to share? But today...I forgive you."

Tariel turned his attention to the screen, and his concubine continued:

"The landing craft are full of assault squads, and there are more ravagers and blight squads. Everyone is already impatient, just waiting to enter those white fools' ships and kill them in those small cages."

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