The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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Within a few seconds of the destruction of the transport fleet, Malakin felt that he had fully understood the tactics Soshyan had previously hinted at.

"The victim."

He summed it up coldly:

"The altar of victory is full of victims."

The holy blood priest of the battle group was standing beside him at the moment, and shook his head after hearing these words.

"This is the price that must be paid for victory. War cannot be controlled by mercy, commander of the war."

"Perhaps this is their way of war."

Malakin didn't have any expression, just called the attack vector from the technical priest.

"But not mine."

He carefully examined the attacker in front of him-there were some green-skinned warships that had not been affected, and selected the largest one among them.

It is like a monster with a majestic head and a blood-stained spine, with a curved spine, and the smoke from the thrusters enveloping it.

"It looks almost intact, so let's fix it."

The Mother of Tears drove straight into the center of the battlefield through flames and storms of destruction, and the powerful engine easily drew a large-angle arc.

On either side of her, other warships were also launching attacks on the panicking greenskin fleet.

The naval gun spewed out like a tide of flames, covered in a vacuum like a dark cloud.

Instead, the light warships of the Imperial Navy adopted green-skin-like tactics at this moment. They used firepower as a cover. After spotting the target, they drove straight in regardless of the long drive, and then dropped torpedoes at close range.

At this moment, the battleships are still keeping a distance from the battlefield, continuously outputting firepower, and only the Mother of Tears rushes towards the center of **** without hesitation, toward the root of the storm of destruction.

"Team commander, someone is calling us."

The voice of the Star Whisperer Master on the Mother of Tears came from afar.

"It's Spark."

"Wait a minute."

Malakin gave a reply without even thinking about it, and his attention had completely fallen on the battleship in front of him.

"When we clean up this guy, we can't reply, my sword can't wait to get some blood."

Naturally, the green-skinned battleship would not sit and wait for death, and it was also ready to fight back.

Two huge concussion guns protruded from its heavy bow, and many scars could be seen on its flanks, but they were not enough to pose a threat to it.

In the muzzle like a bottomless pit, the crackling sound is endless, which is undoubtedly a signal that this terrifying weapon is being charged.

"It's close enough."

Malakin calmly ordered.

"Fire the main light spear."

The gunners of the Mother of Tears have been waiting for orders from the captain.

After receiving the instruction, the air reverberates with the roar of energy circulation, the promethium igniter is also ready to ignite, and the long-standing plasma in the shunt roars.

As soon as the sound of the fire sounded, the light spear swept across the secluded abyss in front of him, leaping forward.

This attack sturdyly pierced the lower part of the bow of the green-skinned warship, where it happened to be loaded with the concussion gun. The collision of the two energies immediately released a violent shock wave, followed by a strong explosion.

The green-skinned battleship lost its balance, and its engine ran frantically, trying to stabilize the hull.

"carry on."

The Mother of Tears continued to roar, and its side platoon kept firing, trying to open a gap in the shield.

When the distance between them was shortened to less than a hundred kilometers, the light spear fired again, accurately hitting the already crumbling enemy ship.

"Send it on the road!"

Malakin yelled, clenching his fists hard.

At the same time, the shelling from the green-skinned ship hit the Mother of Tears, causing waves of shock on the Void Shield, and they squeezed towards the bottom hull.

At that moment, the bridge was violently bumped, and the sight on the observation window turned to pitch black, leaving only a trace of static electricity shaking, but the storm came and went quickly.

Just such an attack could not stop the footsteps of this ancient relic. The technical priest maximized the power of the Mother of Tears, hurried through the rain of guns and bullets, and cleared the obstacles for the last shot of the luminous spear.

After adjusting the position, the ship slowed down, exhausted all its energy, and fired for the third time.

It is impossible to miss at such a short distance. The light spear pierced the protective cover of the green ship in an instant, turning them into a group of dazzling fragments sputtering around.

Greater disasters ensued. The bombed shield ignited flames on the hull and penetrated further into the hull along the weakened part.

The Mother of Tears immediately cut to the starboard position of the green-skin ship, and the cannon fire poured out like a gust of wind and rain.

At first, the green-skinned battleship was weakly fought back for a while, its roof burned, and plasma dispersed everywhere.

After a while, it reluctantly fired a laser beam at the Mother of Tears, but the scarlet traces crawling across the hull like a spider web had exposed the most deadly problem-this was a sign of implosion.

"We withdraw!"

Malakin contentedly ordered:

"Enough!"

The battle barge turned its rudder to the right, exhausting all the power of each engine to ensure that it was far from the victim.

When the Mother of Tears had retreated less than 20 kilometers, the reactor of the green-skinned battleship finally exploded, tearing the entire ship to pieces from the inside, and the chassis also broke into pieces and collapsed.

Then, a wave of distorted shock swept past, and its wake swallowed all the small ships around it~www.readwn.com~ Even the Mother of Tears was affected by the pouring and spreading shock wave, and gravity occurred. The hull was damaged, the hull sank suddenly and leaned to the side, and the air supply pipe on the bridge vault shook endlessly.

The sound of the explosion from the lower deck echoed inside the ship, which undoubtedly showed that the engine room was also damaged.

"Keep your course and speed up!"

Regardless of the fact that the ship was suffering from the reactionary impact of their killing at the moment, Malakin roared excitedly on the throne.

"Get ready to light the spear, and then pick me a target!"

It has been too long for him to taste the taste of victory, and the gloom and despair accumulated for a long time all broke out at this moment and turned into unspeakable madness.

The corpse of the ship wrapped in the flame halo slid past the Mother of Tears, rubbing against the void shield, but in the end it did not penetrate it.

Most of the fragments that hit the hull of the ship, or the debris that has been wiped from above, are still burning, and they will shine brightly whenever they fall on the shield.

The warriors of the Weeping Band rejoiced at every wreckage in front of them, and mortals joined the celebration.

They already knew it was time to destroy the enemy-attacking the enemy with overwhelming firepower, caught the enemy by surprise, unable to resist, and fell apart in an instant.

For such an adversary, strategy is no longer useful, and only a brutal attack is the way to win.

But at this time, the communications officer shouted loudly.

"Emergency direct connection from Spark, my lord!"

"What happened?"

Malakin immediately opened the public channel.

There was a crackling, static hissing, and then he heard an urgent sound.

"Captain Malakin, come quickly to reinforce! Nazdreg is going to run away!!!"