The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 356 The Destruction of the Blood Alliance

The Xiemeng was burning fiercely, but it was still fighting desperately.

Like a desperate, proud Eighth Army soldier.

But it was in very bad condition. A long black crack replaced the starboard side of the Covenant, and the two main propulsion ports were melted to a scum-like shape, causing a fire to sweep the entire engine deck, killing countless humble people in the engine room. slave.

Most of the buildings and sculptures on the Xuemeng no longer exist, and the intensive artillery fire completely leveled the tower at the stern.

There was almost no complete armor left in the entire warship, and most of the ship's hull was swallowed by the terrifying void flames.

A large amount of liquid ejected from the inside of the battleship, condensed into ice crystals outside the ship, and a large amount of air radiated into the void, like the last breath of a dying person.

As one of its stalkers, the Red Pirate’s destroyer Laches had lost more than half of its hull in the reactor explosion, and was torn apart by the flamboyant spear from the bow of the Blood Alliance.

Half a minute later, the strike cruiser rushed out of the cloud of debris from the explosion and smashed away the large pieces of debris that had been flying in all directions.

The wounded and cracked bow of the Blood Covenant crushed the wreckage on the way like insects.

Even though she was staggering and covered in flames, the midnight lord battleship still swung its claws at the prey beside her.

One of the main forces of this hunting operation, the cruiser Lost, had just lost its last frigate, and was awkwardly swooping down on the decelerating Blood Covenant.

Its plasma cannon shoots down dense gunfire, and together with the blade-like light spear, it pours down the rain of death.

The hard-hit Xuemeng was unable to escape, and she used the remaining power to deflect the hull slightly to prepare for the final fatal blow.

Soon, the Lost opened fire again.

But this round of attacks almost

No hits,

All its artillery fire hit the void shield of another battleship, causing a wave of ripples.

That warship was the same size as the Blood Covenant, and equally deadly grace.

The intruder rushed into the space between the two warships, forcibly separating them, the bridge roared with shock alarms.

After blocking the fatal blow, the starboard laser weapon array of this new warship released waves of relentless bombardment.

In the blink of an eye, the Void Shield of the Lost was overloaded, and it made every effort to swerve to the right, desperately trying to avoid the next volley.

On the bridge of the Blood Alliance, a voice rang through the hissing microphone:

"This is Talos of the Eighth Legion, the Echo of the Battleship Cursed."

After a while, a noisy voice responded:

"Ha, it's so funny, you should stay as far away as possible from this battle, Prophet... The Legion doesn't need to accompany two battleships this evening."

On the lower deck of the Echo of the Curse, two soldiers from the Eighth Legion were running fast.

Shire and Uthas listened to the madness in the communication, and at least several of the Raptor squad with Weeping Eyes screamed in the communication channel.

"Where are you?"

Charles called again:

"This is the Charles of the First Fierce Claw! Where are you currently?"

The piercing scream fell silent again, and it has happened several times so far, and each time it happened was accompanied by eagle-like roars and "prey has become a hunter", "tracking a broken soul" and so on. Whispered.

Charles hated these birds of prey.

"I hate these things."

He said this more than once.

"I hate the way these things walk, I hate the way they think, and I hate them spreading stories about how they rushed to the walls of God's palace in the first place."

Uthas did not respond, and he was also trying to listen to the Raptor communications.

"Their hunting does not sound optimistic."

He said to himself.

"Thank you for your explanation, brother."

Charles drew his power sword and pressed the activation rune.

"Wait here, I'll be back soon."

Uthas tilted his head.

"Taros ordered the two of us to stay here."

"So you are teaching me to do things?"

Charles looked at him in surprise:

"Your head was burned by the subspace, brother?"

Uthas sniffed and didn't answer him.

"I'll be right back."

Charles has made up his mind.

"I'm going to help Team Weeping Eyes hunt that... no matter what they are hunting, it sounds like that thing is tearing them to pieces."

"I want to go hunting, too."

Uthas sounded unusually grumpy.

"No, we have to obey the orders, you stay here, I will help those screaming idiots."

"It really surprises me to hear the word command from your mouth, but why, why should I stay here instead of you?"

Charles sneered and slapped off the opponent's helmet.

"Because even in the worst state, I am the best swordsman in ten consecutive years, and you, holding an axe, sprinting around, like a estrus Oglin, howling at the name of fear and abuse. Slaughter one's own servant."

Before Uthas could refute him, Charles strode into the depths of the corridor.

"...The Legion continues to bleed more than necessary."

The leader of the Tenth Company, Fan Zhuode, was one of the few surviving crew members on the Blood Alliance. Flames engulfed the surrounding walls and swallowed the bodies of the sacrificed crew members.

The beating flame stabbed him as he opened his eyes blindly, and the poisonous cloud and sour mist smelled like the dying breath of a battleship.

Although the body has been extremely strengthened, the blood loss from several fatal wounds on his body still makes it difficult for him to sit back on the throne.

Moreover, the blood flowing out of his body was corrupt, dripping on the deck that was roasted like dense mud.

The surviving crews in the command cabin are only the servants, and their limited functions bind them to their respective posts.

Two of them are being consumed by flames at their posts: the metal is scorched, and the flesh is melted.

They mechanically input commands into positions that no longer exist.

Fan Zhuode dragged himself back to the throne, blood seeping from his wound, flowing down the black throne.

The battleship trembled violently again, and a part of the surveillance screen burst in the electric spark, and steam spurted from the wall.

"Taros..."

"I'm here."

The prophet's voice came back amidst the noise, and the fact that the communication device could still work was considered a miracle.

Van Jod vomited a mouthful of blood, and his mouthful of sharp teeth made it very difficult for him to speak now.

"The Blood League is over. The Red Pirates don't plan to jump to help us at all. They just want us to die, and their wish will soon be fulfilled."

There was a roar from the other end of the communicator:

"Run! We will cover your retreat! This time the two-ship jump will be successful, I promise you."

"The Blood League can barely climb, let alone run, leave your useless heroism to audiences who know how to appreciate... Prophet, that moment will always come, but not this moment, you run, I will come Cover your retreat."

"but--"

"Pharmacist, obey orders."

Van Drode changed into a tougher voice.

The end of the communicator responded after a moment of silence ~www.readwn.com~:

"According to orders, immediately turn to the following coordinates, stay away from the battlefield, block the enemy ship out of the periphery with a light spear, and be prepared to accept the survivors and do not engage in battle."

There was a brief silence afterwards.

"Welcome back, sir, I know that now you are Fan Zhuo De, not the Supreme, you will be remembered."

"I would rather be forgotten."

After speaking, he shut down the communication with his **** right paw, switched the channel to broadcast on the ship, and wondered how many people were still alive.

"Here is the captain, immediately transfer to the Cursed Echo! Attention everyone, attention to everyone——"

The commander of the tenth company of the Eighth Army, the Supreme Van Jode took a trembling deep breath.

, Issued the last command of his long life.

"Abandoned ship!"

(End of this chapter)