The Fourth Scourge of Star Wars

2019, head-to-head confrontation

The bright red fighter jet broke into the hangar platform of the Fateweaver with great violence, even though the hangar platform of the Fateweaver was actually a relatively spacious type. After all, this was a standard ship of the Shatter-class WarMaster. The number of aircraft carried is 180.

(Similar to the fact that the Chiss call their battleship Man-of-war, the Grisk call their battleship WarMaster... Ah, in short, the name of the country and the name of the battleship are all different in the Unknown Star Territory. The weird thing, destroy it...)

However, no matter how spacious it is, this hangar platform is too narrow compared to the speed and maneuverability of a fighter jet.

But... this dagger-shaped blood-red fighter jet about 30 meters long showed incredible flexibility. The fighter jet actually moved around inside the hangar, bombarding it with the help of six laser cannons installed in the front.

The fighter jets parked inside the hangar were destroyed one after another. The crew and ground staff were instantly carbonized and evaporated under the ultra-high temperature of the laser cannon, leaving the hangar in a mess.

Inside the bridge, General Yves was shocked. He didn't care much. He grabbed the adjutant by the collar and roared: "Where did this fighter come from? What happened?!"

"No... I don't know. That fighter jet seemed to have appeared suddenly... I have no clue where it was before or how it flew here..." The adjutant was also dripping with cold sweat.

After all, they are still a huge formation with 230 cruisers. Although they may be overwhelmed by 100,000 drones, they still cannot completely lose control of the battlefield. 230 battleship-level radars will at least have a minimum understanding of everything on the battlefield.

However, no one knows where this fighter came from.

The USS Fateweaver was taking off fighter jets at the time, so the hatch to the hangar platform was wide open. However, the entire process from the appearance of this blood-red fighter jet to the moment it flew into the hangar took no more than 3 minutes. If this fighter jet hadn't fired plasma torpedoes, it probably wouldn't have appeared at all!

"Quick! Seal the hangar and send out the Marines! Blow up that fighter jet!" General Ive shouted.

"We should retreat quickly and protect Lord Gixtus to the rescue cabin..." The adjutant was interrupted by a slap from Admiral Ive before he could finish his words.

"Stupid guy! I'll let you lead the Marine Corps! Get out of here!" Admiral Ive kicked him aside.

Go to the rescue cabin? Are you kidding? There are 100,000 drones out there!

Group after group of heavily armed Nilkaton soldiers rushed towards the hangar. The Nirkatons are a physically strong militarized race. Among the client races under Gixtus, they are very capable of fighting, so they are his main race.

At this time, the blood-red fighter jet had stopped wreaking havoc, was landing, and opened its hatch.

Without saying a word, several Marine soldiers directly set up the anti-aircraft missile and pressed the launch button! However, something terrible happened. As soon as the anti-aircraft missile was launched, it was directly fixed in mid-air by an invisible force. Then it slowly began to turn around and flew back in front of the horrified eyes of these Marines.

boom! boom! boom! ! !

Several anti-aircraft missiles exploded inside the hangar, and the endless sea of ​​fire immediately completely engulfed the place!

boom! ! Violent flames and a powerful shock wave spurted directly from the hangar door, forming a sea of ​​​​fire in the corridor!

Those Marines didn't think about whether they would survive when they launched the missile, so the result was actually about the same. There was a steady stream of Marines running towards this side.

However, they saw a terrifying scene——

In the sea of ​​​​fire that fills the sky, a person slowly walks out! A man was wrapped in a black cloak, and the shadow of the hood obscured his face, but he could still tell that he was a human being.

Although he looked short, the moment he walked out, there seemed to be a terrifying howl of ghosts and wolves in the minds of everyone present! However, there was no sound around...

Darth Malthael!

Buzz~~~~~~A black lightsaber shot out from Darth Malthael's hand.

With a ferocious hilt over one meter long and a lightsaber emitting a strange black light, the weapon itself seems to be a terrible curse!

"Shoot! Shoot!! Kill him!! Kill him!!!" The adjutant who had just arrived at the scene was frightened when he saw this scene. He pointed at the black cloak and shouted hysterically.

The surrounding Marines suddenly opened fire wildly, and countless lasers and bullets poured towards Darth Malthael.

There is no explosive technology in the unknown star field, so they use electromagnetic weapons and laser weapons.

However, this intensive attack was blocked by an invisible barrier about one meter in front of Darth Malthael, and he didn't even move a finger.

The corners of his mouth under the hood were slightly raised, and a chilling smile appeared, "Ah... mind control has made you lose your fear. Hehehehehe... It's time for you to experience that long-lost feeling again. "

He raised his hand and made a move, and the adjutant suddenly felt that his body was being pulled directly by an invisible force without control. Then, he saw that the surrounding scene was dislocated, as if it was divided into two.

What was split in two was his own body.

The dark lightsaber cut him open right in the middle!

"Kill! Kill! Kill him!!" The Nirkaton soldiers fired wildly, but it had no effect at all.

Darth Malthael just walked up to the Marines with countless lasers and bullets, and cut off one person's head with a sword, then the second person, and the third person. personal……

He seemed to enjoy this process very much, just killing all the soldiers who appeared in front of him with one sword after another.

"Hehehehe..." In that eerie laughter, Darth Malthael turned into a black smoke and shuttled through the crowd, and everyone in his path was separated from his head!

He did not go directly to the bridge, but first fought his way to the middle of the battleship. He looked at the hyperspace core in front of him, waved his hand, and all the surrounding instruments, equipment, soldiers, ventilation ducts, and cables were thrown towards the core. ! There was a dull explosion, and the hyperspace core turned into a pile of scrap metal.

The hangar was destroyed, the hyperspace core was destroyed, and a hundred thousand drones were watching outside. Now the battleship Fateweaver has become a completely closed coffin.

And the game has just begun.

Darth Malthael sneered and squatted down, randomly took out a communicator among the layers of corpses he had just killed on the ground, pressed the button, and said slowly: "Tell me, where are you?" ?Grisque people.”

A strange telepathy came, but Darth Malthael remained calm at all, and the telepathy was eliminated without a trace. He said to the communicator: "Don't do this with me. , Grysk. Use your vocal organs to speak well, if not, I wouldn't mind cutting a hole in your face."

A deep voice came from the communicator, "Grand Duke Li Ming, Tang Xiao!" Although this voice was extremely angry, it sounded quite cultivated and magnetic, not like the voice a villain should have - gloomy and hoarse.

"How dare you come here alone! You madman," the voice continued.

"Because I'm really curious about you, Grisk people. And... look, didn't I give you a chance? Face me." Darth Malthael's smile was eerie, his hood Under the shadow, a pair of pupils shining with golden light are clearly visible!

"I'm waiting for you here. In my palace." The voice said, "I'm waiting for you, Grand Duke Li Ming, Tang Xiao."

At the same time, the Marines who were looking fierce just now and looking like they wanted to tear Darth Malthael into pieces suddenly stopped, even though Darth Malthael continued to chop several more people. , they did not waver at all.

Then, these people stepped back and stood on both sides of the corridor, bowed and made way for them.

"Here, you should call me... Darth Malthael with fear." Darth Malthael tilted his head, only seeing the bodies of hundreds of soldiers in this corridor without warning. If he falls down, he will die on the spot!

Darth Malthael didn't bother to do anything to these soldiers who had obviously been directly controlled and turned into dolls. He had no interest in doing so.

He was welcomed by these people all the way to the bridge of the Fateweaver.

Fleet Commander-in-Chief Admiral Yves was waiting on the bridge. When he saw Darth Malthael approaching, he stood up and saluted, and said in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "I am the commander of the agent fleet of Lord Coordinator Gixtus, Admiral. Yves. You..."

"Go away." Darth Malthael raised his hand and pushed him aside lightly, but looked at a fully enclosed cabin on the floor above the bridge. In the course of a second or two of this action, Admiral Ive's body began to wither and shriveled up visibly to the naked eye, and finally fell to the ground and became a horrific mummy.

Darth Malthael looked at the cabin, smiled and said, "You come out by yourself, or let me drag you out."

The tightly sealed outer wall of the fully enclosed cabin suddenly cracked open and a door appeared, and then dozens of fully armed Grisk warriors came out.

These Grisk warriors wear combat armor, carry laser rifles, and each wears a terrifying-looking mask.

It is worth mentioning that these masks were originally supposed to be complete, but now, the right sides of the masks have been artificially damaged. Burning, cutting, and various other methods destroyed the right side of the mask in an extremely hideous manner, which was in sharp contrast to the intact left side.

These soldiers came out, split the two sides of the cabin door, and raised their guns to point at Darth Malthael without any scruples. They were also unafraid of the god of death who had just killed the battleship.

To be honest, this was the first time Darth Malthael had actually seen Grisk combatants in the months since the war with the Grisk Hegemony. He could feel the powerful aura on these people. There was no doubt that these people were warriors who had experienced hundreds of battles, and as Grisk people, they all possessed extremely powerful telepathic abilities.

According to the abilities displayed by the Grisk people, just such a guard of dozens of people can easily destroy a planet!

And what kind of existence is the person who drives such a star-destroying guard...

Darth Malthael looked towards the hatch door, his eyes full of twisted anticipation, excitement, and bloodlust!

A Grisk man wearing silver combat armor, a high hat, and holding a long sword made of an unknown alloy sat on a suspended throne and slowly floated out.

He looked down at Darth Malthael and said coldly: "I am the senior coordinator of Grisk's hegemony, Gixtus. First time meeting you, His Excellency the Grand Duke of Dawn."

"Tell me, where is your home planet?" Darth Malthael got straight to the point.

"Both of us standing here control the life and death of countless people, countless planets, and countless civilizations. But your opening remarks seem to be interrogating me." Gixtus replied coldly, "We The conversation between them can determine the future direction of the Chiss Territory, as well as the diplomacy between the Grisk Hegemony and the Dawn Principality. I hope you will consider your words carefully."

"Then let me change the subject." Darth Malthael groped inside his cloak, "Should you follow me yourself, or should I chop off your head and take it away in my pocket?"

After saying that, he threw a metal collar directly from inside the cloak. This is clearly the collar that the Protoss used to imprison those Grisk prisoners.

Gixtus was obviously irritated, but he still suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice: "You should know that there is still a lot of room for maneuver between the Dawn Principality and the Grisk Hegemony, even now. , even a space for collaboration.”

Darth Malthael sighed, "You don't seem to realize the current situation, Grisk. I am standing here, which means you have lost. What is left to discuss is how you stand under my feet. Praying for death... Generally speaking, I am not willing to give away the luxury of death. "

Gixtus looked as usual. He obviously controlled his emotions very well, especially in front of the Duke of Dawn. As the senior coordinator of Grisk's hegemony, he couldn't lose his dignity.

He said: "You have also seen that this fleet is just a miscellaneous army, far from the real power of the Grisk Hegemony. The Overlord already knows what is happening here, and he is unwilling to confront the Principality of Dawn, but the same , this does not mean that we will be afraid of you. And this is my last... warning to you."