The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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

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

The green light of the holographic projection and the red light of the warning soon filled the entire bridge. At the same time, the explosion-proof shield of several meters thick was slowly covering the surrounding observation windows.

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 was opened out of thin air, and accompanied by lightning flashing around, a bright and nauseating vortex appeared in its center, 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 was a huge behemoth, more than ten kilometers long, with a heavy hull and draped armor. The bow was a disgusting alien smiley face, and the side of the hull was a huge yellow moon with a sly smile.

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

"This--"

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

Suddenly, the behemoth opened fire abruptly.

The bow of an unyielding ship more than 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 warships began to use their own weapons to return colors.

The space was suddenly flooded with light beams and torpedoes.

But these attacks were like tickles to this huge ship, and even the ripples on the shield could not arouse.

At the same time, the space around the Reef was bubbling like boiling tar, and one after another green-skinned warships jumped into the real universe.

It was just the first batch of warships to appear, with hundreds of them in the forward formation, and the space in front of the Fearless Spear was crowded.

"How could... so much!"

As the opponent's flagship fired another round, the three human warships 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 spreading out, and hot fragments are flying around.

The corpses of the battleship flooded the display screen, leaving hundreds of servants and crew members silent for a while.

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 his 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 spit 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, it was the technical priest under the bridge who turned half of his face, and the red-glowing mechanical prosthetic eyes met the captain's attention when he spoke.

"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 hadn't fallen yet.

Then he banged himself on the head.

"Damn it!"

The holographic projection above his head rotated to show him the position of the fleet and enemy forces, and the shining runes of tonithology readings and tactical briefings continued to grow in clusters.

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 concentration flow through his 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 order, he could feel the battleship trembling, and the holographic projection flickered indistinctly for a second.

He forced his gaze to return to the original data of the rushing battle situation in front of him. It has been four minutes since the first ship was sunk.

They lost a total of six general warships, and two of them 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 began to withstand firepower. The shields in the front weapon array area were dropping, and part of the output had been deployed to reinforce them. The plasma reactor tightened the body to maintain output.

Enemy bombers attacked——

The artillery array fired--

The laser array enters the ideal shooting angle——

Turn to 30%--

Correction path-

He let out a sigh of relief~www.wuxiaspot.com~, 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 in a mess at this moment.

The battle was clearly cold.

The enemy fleet integrated a sawtooth cone, and a large number of heavily armored battleships wrapped the largest warships in the core.

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

Oak, their opponent is Oak.

This thought was 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 even to escape. The opponent’s firepower can completely tear them apart before they enter the subspace—and they just don’t have any hands. Darker reasons.

They may intend to capture these surviving warships.

This possibility made Midias's head dizzy, and his consciousness seemed to be screaming sadly because of the invasion of the battleship's interior and turning into purgatory.

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

"I can't lose—can't fail!"

Midias's gaze swept across the holographic projection that showed the battle, and the blue and green spots leaked blood red.

Long-term service experience in the past brought a contingency plan to mind, followed by the actual combat possibilities.

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

If they are going to bleed, they must also bleed!