The Empire begins with the Fourth Scourge

843. The Lost Fleet (14)

This hyperspace jump of the Rukrihook-class battleship was completely unstable. The entire battleship was shaking violently, and there was also a problem with the gravity generator, and the battleship was completely tilted.

"Fuck! I said there must be a problem! There must be a problem! Such a large spaceship is forced into hyperspace under such circumstances, and I can't even locate the landing point!" Cunte cursed while busy.

Darth Malthael didn't say much, he walked over and pushed the operator in charge of the direction away, grabbed the rudder of the battleship by himself, and shot it straight to the right!

"Master Death Angel! This...you can't move the rudder while jumping in hyperspace!" The operator was completely confused by Darth Malthael's action, and he sat on the ground and said hastily.

Darth Malthael ignored him, just grabbed the rudder tightly.

Because of his operation, the Ruklihook-class battleship actually began to slowly rotate in the hyperspace, and the vibration became more and more violent, to the point where no one could even stand still. They even began to wonder if the battleship would disintegrate.

But the disintegration did not happen, and Cunte yelled, "There are still 10 seconds to escape from hyperspace!"

However, he didn't wait for 10 seconds at all. As soon as he finished speaking, the scenery outside the porthole suddenly returned to the pitch-black cosmic space, and then everyone was stunned to see an extremely huge behemoth right in front of them! !

Plague titan battleship!

The 14,100-meter-long super-huge body, even the Rucrehook-class battleship with a diameter of 3,170 meters, is as small as a baby in front of it. The terrible oppressive feeling close at hand is still suffocating!

Even if you look through the porthole now, the huge iron-gray hull of the Plague almost occupies the entire field of vision, and the incomparably huge burning steel city is getting bigger and closer!

The operator on the bridge was stunned, "I'm going to hit..."

boom~~~~~~

squeak~~~~~~~~~~

There was a huge roar, accompanied by an earth-shaking tremor, almost everything in the battleship flew up instantly, and then smashed hard to the ground!

Everything became a mess, the collisions continued, the vibrations made it almost impossible for everyone to stand, and the loud metal friction sound was almost inaudible in people's ears.

Darth Malsail's actions just now saved the entire ship. He allowed the Rukrihook-class battleship to have a certain amount of inertial kinetic energy at the moment it left hyperspace, thus avoiding this close-in The impact prevented the battleship from being hit directly from the middle by the Plague into two pieces.

However, the result of the collision with this 10,000-meter giant ship was still extremely tragic. At least a quarter of the ring hull was broken and fell off. It is almost impossible for the crew inside to survive. Tens of thousands of lives were lost in such an instant fade away.

However, such an impact had no effect on Darth Malthael. With a sway, he came to Cunte to help him up, patted him on the shoulder, and then turned into a black smoke and rolled directly. Get out, and soon disappear without a trace.

The collision lasted for a full 2 ​​minutes before the two battleships gradually separated. The technicians on the battleship quickly started busy, self-inspecting the system, repairing the battleship, and treating the wounded.

Cunte took a deep breath, got up from the ground, walked over and grabbed a Gran general on the bridge, and said loudly, "Where are your people? How many are still alive?"

The Gran general hadn't recovered from the impact, he hesitated for a long time and didn't understand the north, south, east, west, north, south, east and west, Cun Te slapped him on the face and roared loudly: "What the hell are you still doing here? Put all the moving things Send everyone out! Steal the boat, you idiot!!"

General Grann just woke up like a dream, and quickly jumped up and turned on the communicator and said loudly: "Notify all formations, as long as they are able to move, set off immediately! All set off! The wounded are on standby on the spot, and the formations lacking personnel will be incorporated into other formations on the spot. Formation! Repeat! All set out!"

All the Granite marines who were on standby in the hangar platform immediately set off on the shuttle, flying straight into the Blade Fleet like locusts!

...

boom! Snapped!

A disconnected wire exploded an electric spark, waking the hunter awake. He helped his helmet, and found that his surroundings were in a mess, the ceiling had collapsed, and a team of B-1 battle robots that had just fought with them were all crushed under the ground. Under the ruins, there was a pile of scrap iron, and many clone soldiers wearing white polymer alloy armor were also crushed underneath.

An alarm was sounding from inside the helmet, indicating that they were now in a vacuum, but the battleship's gravity generator was still working, preventing them from floating.

The hunter looked up, and from the huge gap above his head, he could see the huge ring-shaped body of the Rucrehook-class battleship, as well as countless fragments and parts of the battleship floating in space.

But what is even more eye-catching is the blue and white striped painting on this battleship, and the hexagonal logo!

"Separatist... reinforcements..." the voice of the front sight came from behind.

The hunter turned his head and saw the front sight, the obstacle removal king, and the technician all stood up from under the ruins, and there were several other clone soldiers, one of whom he knew was the first time he met Shen Qiaoen on Mingban planet. When the army came into contact with him, the soldier who argued with him was called Tiehe.

"How's the situation?" asked the hunter.

"It seems that the Plague collided with another separatist warship. Although this is a good thing, it is obvious that they have reinforcements." The sight said calmly.

The technician tried the communicator and found that it was full of noise, "No, it's all interference. The electromagnetic environment in the entire airspace seems to be controlled by separatism. There is no way to know the situation of Master Shen-Jon. We can only rely on own."

The hunter looked at the dots of light constantly flying out of the Rooklyhook-class battleship, nodded and said, "Let's go, we still have work to do."

"Wait a minute, what are you going to do?" Tie He stopped him.

"Our previous task was to destroy the bridge of the Plague. Now we will complete this task and then retreat." The hunter said seriously, picked up his blaster rifle from the ground, turned around and left.

"But..." Iron Box wanted to say something else.

"That's the way we work." The technician nodded at him, following the hunter's pace.

"Let's go! Blow up the bridge, hahahaha!!" The Wrecker King laughed and walked over with his six-barreled blaster machine gun.

Iron Box and the other surviving clone soldiers glanced at each other, nodded firmly, and followed the pace of the hunter team.

...

The Plague has been almost completely crippled, but with the arrival of the Rucrehook-class battleship, the Fourth Civilization finally has reinforcements.

The shuttle full of Granite marines took off densely and flew towards the Blade Fleet, with a very clear purpose——

Grab the boat!