The Emperor’s Angel of Death

When Soshyang further confirmed the warning information, he breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that only a small group of Spirit Pirates appeared.

There are many so-called psychic pirate gangs scattered throughout the galaxy. They are all ferocious and deadly predators.

These spirit race pirates abandoned the strict restrictions of the Ark world, carried out voluntary exile, sought to take risks in the galaxy and experienced the spirit race's sensitive mind to be exposed to all emotions and feelings.

Most pirates are young and adventurous spirit races. When they are older, wiser, and trained in the flames of war, they will return to their hometowns.

But some spirit races completely embraced the life of predators, they fell deeper, became more bloodthirsty and insanity, indulged in their darkest impulses, and finally found the notorious dark capital of Comoros.

Most of the time, they are a frequent hazard to the commercial fleet, but rarely pose a threat to the main war fleet of the empire.

The intelligence of the spirit fleet appeared in the Storm Star Region was quickly analyzed by "professionals" as a small group of spirit pirates. This level of alien threat empires basically adopted the strategy of repelling. After all, the warships of the spirit race have always been Known for agility and speed, unless the Empire is willing to send a large fleet to set up ambushes, it will be difficult to catch them.

For a handful of trivial harassment and some complaints from traders, it is obvious that the Imperial Navy will not dispatch valuable large warships. The only action is to order ports and fortresses to strengthen their guards. Even this action is mostly just In order to perfuse the nagging of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Since the imperial navy is not so caring, Soshyang naturally has no reason to bother to deal with this matter. Although Astarte is the guardian of the empire, after continuous combat, the battle group also needs to rest for a period of time.

He planned to focus on the internal construction of the battle group and the daily training of the soldiers, but Savita found him and asked him to immediately gather the fleet.

When Soshyang asked why, the other party only replied one sentence.

"The Prophet is here."

However, apart from Soshyan, not everyone is so careless.

The garrison officer of Nathan 6 was very vigilant.

"We must be vigilant, they may attack any place at any time."

Lieutenant General Concor's eyes swept across the video console, flashing data showing that the information flowed into his cerebral cortex through the connection and plug of his command console.

The orbital defense measures are all normal.

The bridge personnel under him were fixed in their positions or hurriedly returned, facing the information icon, the wide hall echoed with low-pitched conversation.

The cursor moved swiftly and creakingly, the thinker kept clicking, and the knocking sound of the shiny boots colliding with the hard-to-scrub deck one after another.

This is Nathan Six, and the world he wants to protect.

The Nathan Galaxy is a standard star system, with seven planets orbiting a star, but only Nathan 4 and 5 are habitable. No. 1, 2 and 3 are unable to colonize due to high temperature and harsh geological environment. , There are only some mine stations with mechanical teaching.

On the other hand, the planets Nathan 6 and 7 are too far away and are very cold and uninhabitable. Planet 7 does not even have an atmosphere, and Nathan 6 has a thin atmosphere.

It is for this reason that Nathan VI has become a transit station for the Imperial Navy, and several large prisons have been built on the planet specifically to house criminals in this galaxy and surrounding planets—they will spend their entire lives in prisons. Work in the mines below.

As a transit station, Nathan-6 naturally also has its orbital defense facilities.

In fact, after years of hard work, Nathan-6’s orbital station can already be called a fortress. It is attached to the orbit of the planet like a huge steel starfish, alert to any unfriendly gaze in the dark.

Lieutenant General Concor used to be the captain of a cruiser of the Imperial Navy. Until his warship was severely damaged in a battle, he was "exhausted" and was thrown here for retirement.

But he has never had the heart to "endure" and firmly believes that he will return to the battlefield one day.

Now Lieutenant General Concor is scanning the marks around him on the display. An armed transport ship and three sword-class frigates are currently his only ships.

I heard that there have been some riots in the prison below recently, but I don’t know what it is.

But Concor doesn't care about it.

The operational status of the orbital station is the most important.

Once any enemy appears, he will concentrate his efforts to destroy it.

Kang Ke has a high degree of hatred for aliens, especially spirit races-it was a handful of spirit races that injured his ship at the beginning, but it was dark spirit race.

But he wouldn't be so clear. He hated the spirit race, hating them for taking away the opportunity to continue fighting on the battlefield.

Under his cold appearance, Concor is also looking forward to testing the powerful strength of this combat space station.

This thought excited him on his hard throne.

Then he brought his thoughts into the voice and moved his throat.

"How long will the weapon system be fully tested?"

Shouted the lieutenant admiral.

The question was amplified by the open-mouthed brass wire of the armrest of his throne, and the non-commissioned officer hurriedly returned to their position to evaluate the reading.

Unsurprisingly, Chief Deputy Officer Qiao Lun was the first to reply.

"It will take another 17 minutes and 7 seconds, sir."

His voice came from the Thinker's Department.

Concor snorted, and came out with an ugly growl—it ​​was obvious that the **** kid wanted his job.

"Maintain the current level, I hope that all weapons can operate in perfect condition in the subsequent firepower test, understand?\'

"Understood, sir."

Neat sounds sounded on the bridge, and then everyone became busy.

A smile appeared on Concor's scarred synthetic-skinned lips, but the expression did not last long.

A separate security alarm sounded on one of the foreshadowing stations.

"what happens?"

A circuit station staff hurried to investigate with fear and potential feelings.

"What's the matter?"

Shouted the lieutenant admiral.

"Area 195 just reported signs of compromised air integrity. It indicates that a certain area of ​​the orbital station may be broken, but the impact is minor."

Concor evaluated the information at the time of a heartbeat.

It is almost certain that this is the result of a collision with a piece of atmospheric debris or an unknown satellite, but in any case, if he does not have a thorough solution to anything, he will not be promoted to where he is today.

The operating rules of the orbital station specify how to deal with this situation.

"I want a complete fortune-telling scan of the neighborhood."

He immediately ordered, and the bridge began to get busy.

"If something enters the fire coverage of the orbital station, I need to know about it right away! The 195 damaged area is immediately sealed, the safety draft and the report of the damaged control unit, who is responsible for that part?"

"Inferior Adjutant Marui, sir!"

The second lieutenant replied loudly and punched Qiao Lun.

"Tell him I want to get a thorough report of the situation in five minutes,"

Concor ordered in a deep voice

"and--"

Suddenly, he couldn't continue, because he felt something wet running down his lips.

He wiped his nose and saw a red stain appearing on the back of his hand, spreading on his white silk gloves, and then another drop of blood dripped.

At the same time, another drop of blood hit the embroidered cuff of his uniform.

"captain?"

Someone asked nervously ~www.readwn.com~ Concor looked up and looked at the chief lieutenant standing in the audience.

The opponent's nose is also bleeding.

For an instant, he became stunned and unbelievable, because he realized that everyone on the bridge suffered the same pain.

"The bridge is under hostile attack!"

This is the voice from the security chief, but these voices seem remote and sluggish.

Concor immediately worked hard to concentrate.

His thinking was in trouble, dragged down by some strange, sudden drowsiness.

He vaguely realized what the adjutant was calling, and then there was a sudden headache, accompanied by an intrusion alarm ringing through the bridge.

The old Lieutenant General shook his body uncontrollably, and then subconsciously clung to the armrest of the throne, trying his best to break free from the dizziness and speak.

His eardrum was ruptured, but he had realized what had attacked them.