The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Standard terra calendar, 41

Extreme Star Field, Demeter Region, Pandora Galaxy, Node B87-9

Ursa Major is an armed transport ship that has been in service for two hundred years. It has withstood years of warfare and is engraved with many war scars.

She has participated in the wars in the Gothic region, and faced the Elda pirates in the Iron Corridor. She has also broken through the enemy's orbital siege in the War of Flax with the fleet.

Her machine soul is ancient and tenacious, mobile and agile, not easy to be knocked down.

Therefore, when she was carrying out the material transportation task, she was isolated by the enemy in the broken asteroid belt three hours away from the platoon star. When she faced her own destruction, the destruction did not come quickly.

There was no sudden engine core rupture, no fatal promethium explosion, but she had suffered countless injuries. She was stabbed by thousands of white-hot laser cannon fires, hit crookedly by a series of shells, and was smoked by raging ion flames. It's scorched.

These attacks kept rushing towards her, flying among the deadly energy shot at her by the looming warship in the distance.

Although there is no way to escape, Ursa Major has never stopped shooting, even if it is nearing her end.

Her hull was dilapidated, leaking flames and blood, immersed in the sky of gunfire, driving her old engine to continue to lock the warships around her.

When all the **** ships turned into dust, and the remnants of the last **** ship capsized with sparks and smoke, she was already fighting alone, a gray island in a sea of ​​steel and death.

Suddenly, the front turret of Ursa Major let out a final roar, pouring a burst of violent flames of hatred onto an enemy battleship.

All the remaining energy was given to this shelling, smashing the void shield with a burst of pure and unstoppable energy.

The shield of the raiding ship was overloaded, and visible cracks appeared on the ship's body, and it swayed to the side.

This blow is powerful, but the end of Ursa Major is coming soon.

The huge body of the Heart of Hatred slid through the slowly scattered fragments like a behemoth in the deep sea, emerged from the shadows, ready to fire.

Ursa Major turned around slowly. Although unbelievable, the hobbled armed transport ship discovered the imminent danger in time under the dilemma of rapid oxygen leaks and energy loss like a torrent and was ready to meet with firepower.

On each deck, the surviving crew members bear the burden of survival, just to prevent the explosion of the ion engine or the collapse of the inner hull and stage a story of heroism.

Gaman Heini, the first mate who was affectionately referred to by the crew as the ‘old fisherman’, was the only survivor of the bridge collapse, and he was also commanding the crumbling transport ship.

He was ready to hit the offender with another volley. Although he knew that he would not gain anything this time, he was still determined to fight to the last drop of blood.

But he still regretted seeing a communication array. The officer in charge there was dead, and the operation panel was stained with blood. For half an hour after the enemy launched an attack, they had been trying to send a signal to nearby imperial forces, but The communication was disturbed, and even if the technicians tried their best, they could not send out a communication.

The Star Whisperer couldn't count on it. He was unconscious before the attack began.

In the void, the Heart of Hatred maintained its course, ruthlessly and smoothly.

In order to ensure completeness, the Red Pirate's battleship erected his line of artillery with ruthless precision, determined to solve all this in the most ruthless and simplest way.

He was in place, and then the fire was fully fired, lighting up the void.

When the bright light dissipated, Ursa Major, whose keel was hit, rolled in extreme pain, seeming to want to get rid of the damage.

The last shield disintegrated and lost its vitality, and a series of explosions occurred on the port side, like a twisted flame snake against the backdrop of the dark universe.

There is no greater threat to this ship now.

On the command bridge, the 62-year-old Gaman Hayney is trying to break free from the chaotic steel structure around him, dragging his blood-soaked body back to the console.

All screen images were invalid, and the life cycle system stopped operating with the trembling, putting the surviving crew under the threat of suffocation and cold.

He looked around, trying to find something before the Lightspear destroyed everything he commanded.

There was nothing, and the machine soul was already cold and silent.

The chief officer raised his head and looked through the plasticized glass on the physical universe observation mirror. The last he saw was the blood-colored hull of the Heart of Hate passing his vision, clearing all kinds of destroyed obstacles in front of him. .

When the explosion from the bottom approached where he was, shattering everything that was left, and throwing the remains into the distant and emptied universe, Gaman Hayney watched quietly at the coming death.

Suddenly, a feeling of strangeness spread from his knees, rising in his body, tightening his shoulders and exposing his blood-stained teeth-it was a deep contempt for the enemy hiding in the dark.

"The emperor's punishment will fall on you."

He roared, and at the same time the final explosion was ignited, and the void poured into the cabin.

"You heretics, traitors, cowards!"

Watching the destruction of the imperial transport fleet, Garmo Zejie (Saar Bodong) felt a warm satisfaction rippling in his body. He had never felt so good, especially since... uh, well, actually There are indeed all kinds of complex emotions over the years, some of which have only recently appeared.

He was sitting on the command seat of the Hate Heart Bridge, his mutated body lying halfway, his beautifully decorated helmet had been taken off, and he was enjoying the last piece of wreckage spinning in the void.

In fact, the collision with this transport fleet was completely accidental, but fortunately, they wiped out the enemy in time and did not let the enemy send out the distress message.

He briefly thought about the "cargo" in those ships, how many of them are there, what can they do, and where are they going?

The thought that these materials might belong to the astral knights and belong to Soshyan's deployment, so a greater satisfaction came from the heart.

"My lord, it has been confirmed that there are no survivors."

There was a sound from below ~www.readwn.com~ He looked down and saw an officer standing on the golden steps leading to the command platform, ready to accept orders.

Garmo Zejie looked at him with an interesting eye-he hadn't felt so good in weeks.

"Do you know where we are going?"

"grown ups?"

"answer me."

The officer looked confused.

"Sorry, I don't know, my lord."

Gal Mozejie laughed and patted the joints of his mutated lower limbs, and said:

"certainly."

This officer didn't look like a soldier in his eyes. He was short and thin, with hard and pale skin.

But he is very clever, this is the potential that Garmo Zejie values ​​most.