Orc Tyrant

"Starboard! 31 degrees! The torpedo is coming! A total of 8!"

The technician shouted from the center on the Venus star bridge, all crew members stayed in combat positions, carefully monitoring the movements of the thermal warship.

The lights of the oval cabin dimmed in accordance with the combat regulations, and the small light spots representing the weapons launched by the Venus star flashed maliciously on one of the many tactical display panels on the bridge.

"Dodge maneuver, charge the turret!"

Zorke frowned and grabbed the edge of the command console in front of him. Although the crystal armor was strong, their hull armor could withstand the impact of a salvo from the enemy's battleship, but it was still a bit difficult to defend against torpedoes.

"At your command, my lord."

Answers from the powerhouse and foredeck came from the communicator.

Soon, warning symbols flashed on multiple screens immediately, heralding the impact of the torpedo.

Zorke turned to his correspondent again.

"Establish a communication channel with Ruqing."

When the first torpedo hit, the scream of the damage siren resounded like a huge tremor in the bridge, he ordered.

"Sir, what happened over there?"

The captain of the Ruthless ship inquired through the ship-to-ship communication channel that it was a medium-sized warship. The Trust Council’s division of warships was different from that of humans. They only divided water combat ships into large, medium and small, and auxiliary types. According to some congressmen, the real "battleship" should be a giant walking in the void, tens or even hundreds of kilometers long.

These things on the water can be called some kind of "vehicle" at best.

"We were attacked by torpedoes and tried to evade. This is not a big problem, Seth, now I order your ship to launch the death spear missiles, the target is the enemy capital ship, the Veil of Night."

For an instant, crackling static electricity filled the air, mixed with the noise of conveying orders and the sound of sirens.

Soon, the other party spoke with a severe voice.

"Roger that."

Some torpedoes missed, passed by the battleship and disappeared into the deep sea.

A few were detonated early, but three still found their target under the stern.

The first one plunged into the middle of the hull with violent force, followed by two more. As part of the armor spun and separated from the battleship, the torpedoes themselves carved a path through the outer armor.

"Injury report!"

Zolke's shouts overwhelmed the noise on the bridge.

"Extremely slight, sir."

The communicator from the lower deck replied.

"what?"

It turned out that due to some of the energy-absorbing characteristics of the azure armor, although the torpedo fired by the human side hits, two of them did not detonate, and only one exploded, but it was not in a critical position.

At this time, several large missiles launched on the Ruthless ship also left the launch pad, and these deadly weapons attacked the Night Veil at an extremely fast speed.

Soros could see clearly, but he couldn't make any evasive actions, and there was no weapon that could shoot them down.

He can only issue such an order to the entire ship.

"Meet the shock!!"

Boom~!

The next second was a strong shaking.

Each of the missile shells deeply embedded in the hull of the Night Veil split into an ultra-high temperature incendiary bomb, and six smaller missiles emerged from their shells.

They are all surrounded by metal teeth, rotating holes in the battleship's superstructure. After drilling through the last trace of hull armor, the missile penetrates into the hull and is detonated by a large amount of explosives.

With the deafening scream of a high-temperature air pressure shock wave, the foredeck was instantly destroyed. The sailors were burned to death in droves in the fire, and piles of shells were detonated by the flame storm, rotating the whip of flames and large pieces. The shrapnel was thrown across the deck.

The first officer was already in a different place in the first attack, and the gunners who were struggling to find cover also suffered a similar fate. The entire front turret became a scorched corpse and a hellish point. Called the slaughterhouse.

But this is only the beginning.

The Night Veil shuddered from the explosion that tore through its interior, and a destructive chain reaction surged through the lower deck and into the crew quarters.

In the stern area, the explosion penetrated the engine area that would normally be able to avoid direct hits, and tore the turbines, spraying high-temperature liquid into the cooling pipes.

The crew members who were on standby at the assembly point in the middle of the battleship, preparing to extinguish the fire seal crack, were torn apart by the resulting massacre.

Before a missile plunged into the deck like a thunder and killed them all in a bright and terrifying flash, the soldiers at the medical station had little time to pay attention to the chaos on the deck.

A series of explosions tore a large number of fragments inside the Night Veil, and the entire area turned into smoked metal, like a huge charred bite mark.

When the structural integrity of the battleship was destroyed, hundreds of crew members disappeared into the flames.

"report!"

Soros ordered that when parts of the battleship around him were collapsing, exposing metal and sparking wires, he still leaned close to the command seat on the bridge.

The intermittent flashing lights surrounding the bridge heralded the loss of power and damage to all decks. The crew still tried their best to maintain some illusion of order, but the attack was swift and had a huge impact.

"A lot of internal and secondary explosions."

The damage control officer replied that he was taking the remaining damage control officers to deal with the fire that was gradually out of control.

But this is only the beginning of the bad news.

"The fuel leaked, the crews of the No. 1 and No. 2 guns did not respond, and the engine was severely damaged."

"The starboard side is broken and water is entering!"

"Sir, a lot of wounded need to be transferred!"

When Soros dealt with the damage on the battleship, the ship-to-ship communicator heard a rattling noise.

"Soros, report your status immediately! This is the eternal fury."

The impact has affected the communication antenna, causing Niels's voice to be distorted by static electricity.

"We were hit hard, sir."

Soros said in pain.

"Some weapons I had never seen before set us ablaze from the inside."

"Our formation is shooting."

Niels asked him.

"Can you continue to fight?"

"Yes, sir, we are not over yet."

More static crackles, and then the communication is interrupted.

"Captain, they are changing directions."

The lookout's voice came through the internal microphone, which seemed surprisingly calm.

Soros looked at the battle through a telescope. The Venus was changing course. It was gifted by fire from the battleship formation and turned its heavily armed bow to the offender.

"Whatever they are."

Soros murmured.

"He thinks we will run away like cowards? But his only result is to arouse our anger! Captain Crono, immediately regain momentum, and then we will move forward at full speed, clear the main gun, and be ready to give them a note at any time. Threat!"