The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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The Mother of Tears was the first to jump out of the subspace.

It plunged into the silent real space, as if falling on black ice.

The retarder is ignited on the battlement turret on the bow and the center ridge. The turbulent energy is generated on its dented armor due to the interaction of unrealistic and real space. It crackles from the bow to the stern. , To create a halo for the huge statue that sits on the bow of the church on the spine of the ship, that is San Giles with its sword and wings open.

The rest of the fleet followed up in a moment.

The physical universe burst into flames when the real space split, and the jet black warship squeezed out from the other side.

The flame flickered on the scar, jumping on the separated battleship, and then the pressure of real space finally extinguished it.

In the silent space, like a precise and beautiful ballet.

The bridge of the Mother of Tears is like a huge auditorium.

Malakin looked at the data and tightened his jaw.

He knew that this was the most dangerous moment, the few seconds between the disintegration of the Geller Field and the complete emergence of the ship from the subspace.

The pressurized hull trembled and groaned, the heavy lateral frame across the bridge screamed from the twisting pressure and burning engine, and the crew in uniform shouted out the status reports of the major systems.

"All ships have successfully escaped from the subspace."

The technical priest in charge of the bridge announced in a mechanical voice.

"A perfect transfer."

"Give me a visual picture."

Malakin said in a deep voice.

Then, the eye-shaped screen flashed out, and at the same time, the heavy plastic steel light-shielding panel that shielded the windows of the compartment was slowly rolled up.

A yellow light from a nearby star swept away the crimson streaks of emergency lights, and the other crew members on the bridge grumbled in pain, covering their eyes or looking away until their vision adjusted.

"Are we at the specified coordinates?"

Malakin sits on a throne made of obsidian and metal, juxtaposed with the command podium on a separate platform, ensuring that those sitting on it can supervise the entire bridge.

"The coordinate error is 5%."

The technical priest hissed, without looking up from the screen.

"confirmed."

Malakin analyzed the preliminary report, and his genetically strengthened nerves processed the output information much faster than his crew or the thinker.

Then, the Watcher of the Abyss leaned forward on the throne.

He saw the wreckage of the patrol fleet. Although this was not a deliberate arrangement, the responsibilities of all the patrol fleets sent out were the same-although it was possible to infer the direction of the enemy’s appearance, it was still a huge range. Some sentries that can be sacrificed at any time, some who can give warning and hold the enemy's footsteps.

Because the main fleet must be lurking in the waves, waiting for the cunning beasts to fully enter the nest.

Although these people's sacrifices have their own value, this fact is still like a sharp knife pierced into his heart, and tortured his conscience.

"Go, kill them all."

Malakin squeezed these words between his teeth.

"Killed a piece of armor without leaving it."

When the Mother of Tears led more than 30 warships of various types to the green-skinned fleet that was astonished, in the other two directions of the battlefield, the subspace also reacted at the same time.

After a while, the pitch-black Yongye jumped out of the night sky behind the Greenskin Fleet.

Then there is a whole fleet, which includes the naval flagship of the Expeditionary Force, the Apocalypse-class battleship named Punishment Fire-this is a ship with a huge amount of projection, used to dump the number of targets at extremely long distances. Millions of metric tons of ammunition, it also has a tamped hull armor and a void shield, which can absorb most of the damage caused by the enemy.

Responsible for the left wing of the fleet is a large exorcist-class cruiser named Mourning Herald. It is a fleet aircraft carrier escorted by Cobra and Firestorm-class frigates.

It can be expected that it will keep a distance, be located at the far end of the battle line, and then release the deadly weapons on the flight deck-all types of fighters and bombers are ready to be put into the battle to destroy the enemy at any time.

"The enemy is turning."

The bridge of the Evernight was busy, and the officer in charge of the large bird divination array was the first to make a high-pitched voice.

"Don't worry, keep pace."

Sitting high on the commanding throne, Mazar said in a deep voice, and looked at the holographic figure floating in the air. It analyzed the original fortune-telling readings such as tonnage, armament, energy generation, and ship thickness into an intelligible and condensed color packet.

"Order the Mourning Messenger to leave the formation and turn to starboard, let the **** slow down to one-tenth and prepare the torpedoes."

Dozens of light spots were scattered on the horizontal plane of the void, and then the frigates and cruisers fired their first salvo of torpedoes.

A dense trail was drawn in the void, like countless spears.

"The engine power reaches 75%!"

"The Void Shield Group is fully charged!"

"Point defense system is ready!"

"The outer hull area is closed!"

"We are entering the light spear range~www.ltnovel.com~sir."

The technical priest who was tinkering on the console turned his head and shouted behind his shoulders.

"You can attack at any time."

"Adjust the course to intercept."

Lord Magyar stood up.

"The enemy will turn to face us, otherwise we will pierce the spear into their abdomen."

As Mazar said, the green-skinned fleet really began to turn, most of the ships began to turn around, facing the enemy behind them, and at the same time the formation was changing rapidly.

It can be seen that the executive power of these greenskins is much stronger than most of their counterparts.

The red bows of these green-skinned warships are bloated and huge, and the light from the reactors behind the portholes illuminates the surrounding debris, and their jamming guns have already been fully fired.

Weapons of various calibers poured out ammunition like a storm, and with successive flashes, explosions in the physical universe fluctuate.

The green-skinned fighter group was tossed around the battlefield in larger formations.

They danced dexterously, and flames spit out from the barrel under the fuselage, and threw a large number of bombs on the enemy's void shield and armor, causing waves of shock.

From time to time, green-skin fighters were hit by anti-aircraft fire, some exploded directly like fireworks, and some dragged smoke and hit the human battleship directly.

Faced with the harassment of green-skinned fighters, human furious fighters also gush out from the flight decks of various warships like a swarm, fighting fiercely in the void with the green-skinned fighters, shooting and entwining each other at close range.

The battle soon went into intense heat.

The laser firefight came and went like a net, and exploded flowers raged everywhere. From time to time, burning turrets broke and fell. It seemed that every cubic meter of space in this galaxy was filled with the smoke and dust of war.