Orc Tyrant

The crew and technicians ran around.

Normally, they all know exactly where to go if the ship is abandoned, but the structure of the Sky Eye has been broken and the nearest escape ship has been destroyed.

Some people were already dead, shattered by large pieces of broken metal that rushed through the ceiling or thrown into the cracks of the hot deck. Despite the chaos, they instinctively stood aside to allow Oak to pass unimpeded.

As a rare senior engineer, his life is more valuable than the rest of them. In other words, his brain retains many ancient technologies that are truly invaluable.

"The starboard escape boat is ready, Captain,"

A navy officer said that until now Oak didn't remember that his name was Colos, but now he is just one of the hundreds of souls about to sink into the cold ocean.

If you are lucky, other warships will send life boats to salvage some people, provided that these people can survive that time.

Oak nodded to the man to confirm that the thick, lead-grey power overalls were still smoking. He could feel the hot pain in the elbow and knee joints, but he ignored them.

Click~!

Suddenly, the crew dormitory was divided into two, and a part flew upward in a wave of twisted metal screams.

Colose followed it, slammed into the ceiling and turned into a puddle of terrible red paste before he let out a scream of horror on his lips.

A huge area on the Skyeye's hull structure has collapsed and detached. Its inertia has thrown it out of the battleship's abdomen, and the steam screams overflowing from the expanding breach.

Oak shook because of the accidental rupture, and quickly grabbed the frame of a door as the air howled past him.

He saw the crew sprained their feet, then hit the broken deck armor that bent outward like sharp teeth and smashed their teeth. The chaotic crowd in front of him lost control and fell into the ocean. More than a dozen souls screamed silently when they died.

Even though they were gone, their eyes were still staring with fear.

The living people were panting or holding their breath for too long, causing their lungs to rupture, spewing puffs of blood.

On the sea, they slowly drifted away from the dull place of the battleship with their opened life jackets. Some people's bodies were frozen in fear and convulsion, and their limbs were twisted into unsightly angles. They needed the help of people around to move.

The sea in the distance was shining with dim light, and the dim light of the sun in the sky left a light swaying light in this false white day. This scene was quiet and strange to Oke who was watching it.

"Damn..."

The last blast swept past, and Oak persisted, and his armor-covered fingers made dents in the metal.

Suddenly, a corpse slammed into his armor when it was tumbling into the void. It was the first officer Admon. His eyes were blood-red and full of protruding veins.

They are dying, hundreds of people are dying.

Oak felt a little cruel pride, he knew that the crew had understood that it would end in this way, and they still gave their lives for the survival of the citizen temple and humanity.

But now, without time to fantasize, the engineer pulled himself to the wall and found the handrail between the broken mosaic tiles.

With the disappearance of the last mooring structure, the groan of the warship disintegrating became the only sound, passing through the hull structure like a murmur, penetrating upwards through the handguards of the Ork Power Armor.

His power armor is sufficient to withstand most external damage, but if he sinks into the sea, he will die faster than everyone else.

Oak quickly passed through the crew quarters.

Along with its destruction, Sky Eye became a creepy but silent metal tomb. When the power relay stopped operating, the lights flickered intermittently, and the lighting on certain decks could only rely on crackling sparks. .

When he moved, a large group of dirty blood slapped on the power armor, and cold corpses were everywhere. He could only push the entangled corpse with the painful face to one side, and then he struggled to reach a pair of explosion-proof doors. Then open them.

The lifeboat on the starboard side was not far away, it was a speedboat for single use, and only he could open it.

But the engineer had to take a short detour first.

Passing through a final corridor, he arrived in front of the reinforced explosion-proof door of his secret room. Unbelievably, the secret room still retains electricity under the key protection of the independent system from the rest of the battleship.

Oak entered the access code, and the door opened silently.

The air remaining in the closed chamber began to gush out, and Oak quickly crossed the threshold, and the door closed behind him with a hissing sound of pressure release.

Ignoring the damage to the precious instruments in the house, Oak went straight to the undamaged safe behind the secret room. He opened it urgently and carefully, and took out a pistol with a gleam of blue light from it. Place it in a compartment of the armor.

When Oak turned around and was about to go to the lifeboat, he saw a figure pressed under a fallen iron cabinet.

The metal shards pierced the man's body in the robe, and the liquid necessary to sustain life flowed from the bloodless lips.

"Sir?"

Karamar, another technician on the battleship, said breathlessly.

Although he is much older than Oak, he is still a student of Oak. He joined the Citizen Temple in his thirties and has been dedicated to learning ancient mechanical technology.

Oak walked over to the elderly student, then knelt beside him.

"For the courage and glory of mankind in the golden age,"

Karamar gasped when his teacher approached, and Oak nodded in response.

"You have done your duty well, old man."

The engineer finished speaking slowly and solemnly, and then stood up again.

"It's all my mistake."

"Release my pain, teacher."

"I will."

Oak replied, puffing up the compassionate heart of his cold and methodical nature, pulling out the syringe outside the armor, and injecting a huge amount of tranquilizer into the opponent's body. The elderly technician closed his eyes with a painless smile. .

The deck on which the lifeboat is docked is a hemispherical cabin with six semi-sinking compartments next to the hull.

Oak pulled himself into it and got into a flat black speedboat.

It has a streamlined body, and the speed is so fast that it exceeds the conceptual imagination of many people in this world.

Contrary to naval tradition, he will not coexist and die with his warships.

This is his destiny. After he was sent into the golden box by his parents, his life no longer belongs to him.

Oak pressed the closing button of the lifeboat, which closed around him, then he knocked on the launch panel, and the explosion suddenly shot the compartment out of the battleship.

When the pod hovered away, he watched the Skyeye turned over behind him through a surveillance camera. The stern part had been burned, leaving only a black surface with a peeled hull, dissipating in the ocean.

The main part of the hull has fallen apart, and most of the fires have been extinguished due to lack of fuel and oxygen.

In the distance, thousands of sparks flickered around the Wrath of Eternity, as if it were at the center of a grand firework show.

Oak is as honed as other temple races, and the Golden Box regards training his mind as the most important part of their training, so it is rarely troubled by emotions without any direct purpose.

Now, he felt uneasy, he wanted to confirm the hatred he felt very much, and wanted to tear it to pieces with his bare hands.

Maybe……

Oak told himself that if he was patient, he would find a way to do it.