The Empire begins with the Fourth Scourge

2206, God-Slaying War (II)

The Milky Way, unknown star field, unknown coordinates, the planet Mug-Faro.

The brown planet and the black star ring have already explained everything. The Mnggar-Mnggar silt that spreads all over the planet, and the tens of thousands of warships that are enough to form a star ring, all show that the long-standing legend is true.

The one who entrenched here, using his endless mental power to control countless silts and clones like a thread, destroyed and assimilated countless civilizations...the God of Decay.

And this planet is the throne of the God of Decay! And the Rotten Star Ring is the sharp sword leaning next to the throne!

The black star ring began to wriggle, but in fact, this was not a literal wriggling, but the movement caused by the countless spaceships and warships starting to turn.

That's right, the Rotten Star Ring! A star ring composed of a large number of warships.

The old warships are tens of thousands of years old, and the new ones are hundreds or thousands of years old. Over the long years, they have been exposed to cosmic radiation and the erosion of Mnggal-Mnggal's spores, and lack effective maintenance, so most of the ship's paint has turned black.

All the warships are useless, so Mnggal-Mnggal casually throws them into low-Earth orbit. As Mnggal-Mnggal destroys more and more civilizations, it also drives all the spacecrafts of these civilizations and throws them together.

Even some docks and factories of destroyed civilizations will continue to operate for a period of time, and continue to build warships until the factories decay and collapse.

Inside those ships, the crew members who were eroded and controlled by Mnggal-Mnggal control and maintain the ships they controlled when they were alive. Mnggal-Mnggal devoured their consciousness, and then continued to keep them in the gradually decaying shell, so that they would work forever and keep the ships at the most basic level of maintenance - at least they could fly and fire.

But even so, the environment inside and outside the ships was very harsh. Countless silts flowed everywhere, even leaking out from the holes in the damaged hull, and then sprinkled on other spacecraft.

This made the condition of these spacecraft very bad, but as Mnggal-Mnggal expected, at least they could fly and fire, which was enough.

Because the terrifying number of warships on the Rotten Star Ring was enough to drown all invading enemies.

How many warships were there? Ten thousand, twenty thousand, or fifty or seventy thousand? No one knew. But Mnggal-Mnggal was still enjoying it. Every time he destroyed a civilization, he would drive all the unused spacecraft in the civilization back to the planet Mug-Faro and throw them into low-Earth orbit.

Now, this rotten and terrifying sword finally showed its ferocious blade!

In a spaceship that looked like an ancient sailing warship, a large number of mummies that had decayed to the point of only skeletons and even difficult to recognize structures woke up from their ten-thousand-year slumber, and mud continued to flow out of the eye sockets of the holes. These mummies performed their duties and came to their posts in their previous lives.

The operator pressed the button to start the battleship engine, but the broken battleship immediately had hundreds of faults and short circuits. The mummies in the maintenance department picked up the tools and began to repair the damage in various places with mechanical movements. Some broken wires could not be replaced, and the mud even stretched out a tentacle to replace the wires.

In this knocking, the battleship engine finally started and began to turn. As a result, one of the engines suddenly exploded with a bang, followed by thick smoke, but the battleship still started with the other two engines.

The seven electromagnetic cannons installed on the battleship deck began to charge, and the mummies crew put the shells filled with Monggal-Monggal into the barrels and pressed the button. Five dazzling beams flashed, and five electromagnetic shells were fired instantly, firing in the general direction of the enemy.

Although it looks unreliable, these are tens of thousands of battleships!

Only a few spots of fire were seen in the direction of the black rotten star ring, including the light of engine tail flames, laser cannons, electromagnetic cannons, missiles, and even some strange attack methods.

At this moment, the first wave of attacks from the three Infinity-class supercarriers had arrived. Each supercarrier fired three bursts, and a total of nine particle beams instantly pierced through the universe and landed on the rotten star ring.

There was almost no need to aim, and the terrifying power instantly penetrated more than ten warships, followed by a continuous explosion!

This salvo destroyed dozens of warships, some of which were even a kilometer long. But in the face of the destructive power of the particle light spear, it was still like a string of candied haws, and a large piece was pierced.

But such an attack had no effect on the rotten star ring at all. The flames of the explosions of dozens of warships stretched for dozens of kilometers, which was an extremely shocking existence at any time, but in front of the tens of thousands of warships in the rotten star ring, it was like a small spark flashing in the vast ocean.

Instantly submerged in countless warships.

Four tentacles suddenly stretched out from the rotten star ring. These were not tentacles, but a battleship formation formed by countless warships launching an assault on this side! Because there were too many, continuous, and the formation was too chaotic, it looked like tentacles that continued to extend.

Such a shocking scene was enough to destroy anyone's will to resist!

On the command platform of the Archangel-class Titan battleship, Ender Wiking, who was constantly giving orders, also saw the data sent by the radar sensing department - based on preliminary scanning and screening, the total number of battleships that make up the rotten star ring... …

83,000 ships!

A drop of cold sweat ran down Ender Wiggin's forehead. This number was nearly double his estimate of more than 50,000 ships! If it is such a quantitative comparison...the success rate of this battle...

Shepard, who was standing in front, was suddenly shocked. Her awakened spiritual energy seemed to be sensing something. She looked back and saw Ender Wiggin's slightly frightened expression.

Shepard frowned. She went to the communications department on the other side and clicked a few buttons on the console to connect to the public communications of all ships in the army.

She grabbed the intercom, supported it on the console with her other hand, and said slowly in her unique, somewhat deep voice: "...Today, we are here, the planet Mugg-Faror. I believe All of us will be afraid of what is in front of us... Yes, the sludge covering the entire planet's surface, and the rotten star ring composed of tens of thousands of warships, if this is hell, then this must be the worst in the entire galaxy. Horrible hell..."

"But here we are...here, standing in front of Mongal Mongal! We have broken through countless levels and come to the deepest part of hell!"