Chapter 177

In the messy and dark bridge, there were running farts and thumping sounds, and the puffing sound of steam leakage from time to time.

The scalded fart essence covered his head and screamed to escape, and then was driven back by the technicians with wrenches and hammers.

It doesn't look like the command heart of a star ship at all, but more like a busy grocery store.

But this is oke.

They don't need any profession or discipline. They can do a lot of things with their own instincts and interests.

Of course, you can screw up a lot of things.

A giant beast covered in yellow and black armor overlooks the busy bridge.

It is so tall that it has exceeded four meters with the naked eye. The regular thick armor plate makes it look stronger than fearless. One of the two arms is a huge power claw, the other is equipped with a plasma gun with amazing caliber, and a huge yellow evil smile moon is nailed to its left shoulder.

Black is its background color, and yellow is the burning flame. When it turns its head, its dark red eyes are like burning briquettes in the night.

It is the famous nazdreg ugu udgrab, the most troublesome green pirate warlord for the Imperial Navy, and a villain who plundered hundreds of human worlds.

Nazdreg stopped above the center of the hall, under the projected image, and then looked around at the faces of the leaders around him.

Hundreds of eyes flickered in the dark, just like a hungry herd of animals, ready to move.

He then nodded slowly.

Then hundreds of fists slammed on the chest at the same time.

There was also a violent roar from the bridge.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH！！！！

The roar was constantly transmitted among warships and played through speakers in the void outside the ship.

Even if the fleet is in the sub space field, the roar also aroused ripples, which frightened those soulless pursuers to flee.

Nazdreg turned around and stared at the slowly rotating projection, which was the approaching galaxy, freon, a small galaxy that had not attracted attention before.

Suddenly, the projection changed and the image of the planet disappeared, replaced by his fleet.

Nazdreg keeps the image constant. Now he has many problems to think about.

"This place has been besieged by shrimps for a long time. I think that fool shouldn't be able to withstand it, but he survived."

It looked at the moving purple cloud like symbol, which represents the situation of the surrounding sub space.

"I don't think it has the ability to survive."

Nazdreg looked up at the other leaders and nodded as if he understood what their boss meant, but their wisdom could not make them make the same judgment.

A smile appeared on the pirate Warlord's face.

It knows how to create a trap and how to weaken and kill surprised enemies - it has been used in many wars itself.

There is no doubt that now it sees a trap.

It is unknown who created the trap, but the instinct reminds the green boss that the danger is imminent.

"If this is a trap for us."

Nazdreg's voice overshadowed the noise of the hall.

"Who... Is waiting for us?"

Pirate warlords stared at the star map, which glittered with more than a dozen light spots, which were outposts constantly sending signals in the asteroid belt on the edge of the galaxy.

Logically, they can send signals to prove that they have not fallen.

That proves that they are still safe——

safe?

Nazdreg took a breath from his nostrils and almost laughed.

In his eyes, these glittering outposts were like a chain, an iron chain that tried to strangle him around his neck.

This may be enough to deceive most oaks.

But he won't. He's the smartest boss. These tricks look like fart jokes to him.

Then his eyes locked on a ring at the edge of the chain, a vacancy, the position of an already dim outpost, an area that must in fact be "unsafe".

If the previous star map is correct, either the outpost has moved its long legs, or someone has "moved" it.

It is also possible that someone accidentally "smashed" it and couldn't spell it. They can only hide it with a crude trick.

They must firmly believe that they will not break into such a dangerous area, because it is a "trap".

Good.

Nazdreg grinned.

"Boys! Turn the bow! Let's go and surprise the shrimp!!!"

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"The patrol will be over in a week."

Captain Midas sighed on the old bridge, with pale hair under the Navy hat he had worn for many years.

His ship "fearless spear" is an indomitable cruiser. It has been in service for more than 200 years and has undergone several major repairs.

Some voices said that the cost of maintaining the master ship is getting higher and higher, and it should be decommissioned and sealed as soon as possible.

But Midas never looked at his boat that way.

For him, she was her. He knew every inch of her armor and strength, just as the bridge under his feet was running in precise order.

The servants murmured to the meditators, and the officers exchanged oral orders, data boards and scrolls of parchment manuscripts.

The technical priests crouched quietly in their own small world unless the spirit of the warship caught their attention.

The bridge is the mind of a warship, and it controls a warship of the Imperial Navy.

The three kilometer long starship has tens of thousands of slave workers and machine servants, and just like her kind, she was born with only one purpose - to defend the territory of the Empire.

He was located near the destroyed asteroid. After achieving his goal, astat's fleet left, leaving only the battle group composed of fearless spear and 12 other light warships waiting for life on the outermost surface of the asteroid belt near the edge of the galaxy.

When the patrol here is over, they will go to other places to carry out their tasks.

Midas is tired of these broken stones.

"Warning! Sub space change!"

Suddenly, the dark starry sky near the asteroid belt began to swell, and the light purple and dark green light was suddenly filled with a swollen and deformed void, in which a trace of cracks burst out.

The technical priest of the bridge first sounded the alarm, and a second later, the alarm bells began to ring everywhere.

In his busy schedule, midias glanced at the wave of information flowing through and assessed the possibility.

Something is jumping from sub space into the real universe.

It could be an enemy, a friend, or something unknown.

Before confirming its integrity, the welcome ceremony is treated equally.

He immediately issued the order that the whole ship looked forward to.

"Enter combat position."