God Emperor's Angel of Death

Chapter 185

After the engine stalled briefly, the spark moved quickly again.

After stopping a blow for the eternal night, she did not intend to quit the battle, but rushed directly to the reef.

Nearby green warships opened fire, firing torpedoes and rockets at the route of the spark.

But she is still moving forward.

The warhead crashed into her deck, burned through the armor with a mass of plasma, and threw molten metal into the void.

But she is still moving forward.

In the complete cabin, the regiment servants and aircraft servants loaded the new torpedo into the launch tube.

The first wave of counterattack began from here. The torpedo quickly crossed the distance from the target and exploded on the bow and back of the green skin warship, making them dizzy.

At the same time, more green warships joined the interception.

The explosion shook the damaged shell of the spark.

But she is still moving forward.

The small green battleship began to turn its way out of the burning battleship, but the spark opened fire again.

The shields disappeared under the torrent of macro artillery shells. In a flash, their ship bodies melted and the reactor exploded.

The spark was burning hot. It was still fighting to the death and vowed to leave the reef.

A long black crack replaced the starboard side of the spark. The two main thrust inlets were melted to a residue. The fire swept the whole engine deck and killed countless slaves and servants in the engine room.

But her gunfire had begun to bombard the shield of the reef striking ship, leaving the behemoth trapped in the battlefield for a time.

"We're late!"

Finally, the mother of tears of the ancient battle barge of the mourners battle group, with a group of warships, made the biggest breakthrough on the green blockade.

The stubborn green skin tried to fight back, but the result led to the further division of their formation, which gave the eternal night and the fire of punishment an opportunity.

"Attack on all fronts! We must sink the enemy's flagship!"

Lord Mazar also gave up his hunting plan and led the fleet to start a fierce attack, regardless of casualties.

The weakness of green skin's character is quickly amplified in this case.

In just a few minutes, a consistent and targeted fleet no longer existed.

Some want to continue fighting, others don't want to be buried here, and some swing. The whole fleet is divided in all directions, and the so-called orders and instructions are forgotten.

All hopes of making concerted efforts to launch a breakthrough have been completely shattered. The separate escape like a swarm of insects has fragmented and weakened the green skins. Warships have separated from the attack line and rolled for steering maneuver.

Their sub space engines have been activated, and there is no concern about the minimum safe distance between vortices. Each ship is isolated in its own area.

Perhaps they are still in large numbers, but they are as weak as lambs to be slaughtered.

The Starfire sailed with difficulty, and the ship's weapons roared continuously, moving parallel to the severely damaged reef striking ship and restraining it.

Even if the spark is already a powerful colossal ship, it can no longer be compared with the ancient space garbage built by battleships.

The faltering ship hit the reef, aimed all its weapons at soshyan's flagship, ravaged the latter with round after round of barrage, but received little return fire.

The spark kept firing torpedoes, and a large number of bombers swarmed out from the rear.

Soshyan's goal is not to kill the reef, but to maintain the state of engagement with his opponent to drag him down.

He must prevent the reef from escaping and wait for other capital ships to arrive.

From the outside, the spark is burning.

Her shield had failed, and the hull was covered with flames of explosion everywhere.

While the green fleet fled in all directions, the mother of tears advanced ahead. At the same time, the flagship of the Imperial Navy, the battleship punishment fire, also drove ahead as the pioneer of the fleet, straight to the reef, ready to pour its fire on the seriously damaged green flagship at any time.

Nazdreg finally realized that things were bad.

Before destroying the Starfire, he was very likely to be destroyed by the imperial warships, so he made a decision immediately.

"What?"

On the bridge full of smoke and sparks and full of running crew, soshyang looked at the scene on the broken display screen in surprise.

The reef hit began to "disintegrate".

It is like an octopus that encounters natural enemies and begins to abandon unnecessary appendages.

A large number of structures, even the cabin, began to separate from the reef, and the originally bloated body began to lose weight. These abandoned armor, cabin and even weapons formed a ring of steel around it, obscuring the shooting path of the spark.

"It's going to run!"

Soshyan immediately grabbed the intercom.

"Loken! How is the engine repair?"

"Commander Zhan... Cough! No! Both power furnaces are damaged to varying degrees. One power furnace has explosive wind and must be closed! There is only one we can use at present!"

"What about the power system?"

"Only 36% recovered!"

"Damn it!"

Soshyan smashed the communicator with a punch.

The spark had reached her limit. Although the reef hit stripped a layer of armor in front of her, she was unable to inflict heavy damage on it.

After losing a lot of burdens, the speed of the reef hit ship increased sharply. It began to get rid of the entanglement with the spark and rushed all the way to the safe path opened by the green fleet. Behind it was the frigate that kept harassing and shooting.

And the mother of tears, who came late, desperately wanted to catch up with it.

But in the end, it disappeared in the ripples of sub space.

The tragic naval battle finally came to an end.

When the guns died down and the embers fell into darkness, the fleets of the three regiments and the Navy gathered again and resumed their formation, facing each other in the space full of debris.

"Let's talk about it."

Malakin sat almost paralyzed on the throne.

"How do we clean up this mess now?"

Except for the faint dry smile of the Holy Blood priest, there was no expression on the faces of the others.

Their regiment is really ill fated.

"This is a great humiliation."

Fourth company commander, the head of the fleet will speak first.

"Once again, we let our allies doubt, and we... Shame the flag again."

"Why do you say that?"

The captain of the terminator team disagreed.

"We have brought them the victory they want. What else do you want? War will inevitably have accidents. Not every war can be so perfect."

"But the green warlords were able to slip away. We really missed the opportunity."

"This is different from the plan."

Malakin listened carefully to their speeches and nodded thoughtfully from time to time.

Then he took a deep breath and shrugged his tired shoulders.

"Needless to say, I will personally go to the spark to apologize for my mistake."