Chapter 180

The mother of tears was the first to leap out of sub space.

It burst into the silent real space, as if it fell on the black ice.

The deceleration thruster is ignited on the battlement turret at the bow and the central ridge line. 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, creating a halo for the huge statue on the church at the back of the bow. It is St. Gilles holding a sharp sword high and spreading his wings.

The rest of the fleet followed in a moment.

When the physical universe split in real space, it burst into flames, and kilometers of black warships squeezed out from the other side.

The flame flickers on the scar, jumps on the detached warship, and then the pressure of real space finally extinguishes it.

In the silent space, it is like an accurate and beautiful ballet.

The bridge of the mother of tears is like a huge auditorium.

Malakin looked at the data and tightened his chin.

He knew that this was the most dangerous moment, the seconds between the collapse of Geller field and the complete emergence of ships from sub space.

The pressurized hull trembled and groaned, the heavy transverse frame across the bridge screamed with distorted pressure and burning engines, and the uniformed crew shouted the status reports of the main systems.

"All ships have successfully left subspace."

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

"A perfect transfer."

"Give me a visual."

Malakin sank.

Then, the eye screen flickered out, while the heavy plastic steel light shield covering the compartment window was slowly rolled up.

A yellow light from a nearby star swept away the crimson stripes of the emergency light, and the other members of the bridge muttered in pain, covering their eyes or looking away until their vision adapted.

"Are we at the specified coordinates?"

Malakin sits on a throne made of obsidian and metal, side by side with the command console on a separate platform, ensuring that the people sitting on it can supervise the whole bridge.

"The coordinate error is 5%."

The technical priest hissed and did not look up from the screen.

"Confirmed."

Malakin analyzed the preliminary report that his genetically enhanced nerve processed the output information much faster than his crew or meditators.

Then the watcher of the abyss leaned forward on the throne.

He saw the wreckage of the patrol fleet. Although it was not deliberately arranged, the responsibilities of all the patrol fleets dispatched were the same - although he could infer the direction of the enemy, it was still a huge scope, requiring some sentinels who could be sacrificed at any time and some people who could give early warning and drag the enemy's footsteps.

Because the main fleet must lurk in the tide and wait for the cunning beast to completely set in.

Although these people's sacrifice has its own value, this fact is still like a sharp knife stabbed into his heart, tormenting his conscience.

"Go and kill them all."

Malakin squeezed this sentence between his teeth.

"Kill everything."

When the mother of tears led more than 30 warships of all types to the surprised green fleet, there was a reaction in sub space in the other two directions of the battlefield.

Later, the dark eternal night jumped out of the night sky behind the green fleet.

Then there is a whole fleet, including the naval flagship of the expeditionary force, the Apocalypse class battleship called the fire of punishment - a ship with a huge projection, which is used to pour millions of metric tons of ammunition on targets at a very long distance. It also has a solid hull armor and void shield, which can absorb most of the damage caused by the enemy.

In charge of the left side of the fleet is a large Exorcist cruiser called mourner, which is a fleet aircraft carrier, escorted by cobra and firestorm frigates.

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

"The enemy is turning."

The bridge of the Yongye was busy, and the officer in charge of the large bird array was the first to make a loud voice.

"Don't worry, keep your speed."

Sitting high on the command throne, Mazar sank his voice and looked at the hologram floating in the air. It analyzed the original divination readings such as tonnage, arms, generated energy and ship thickness into understandable and color concentrated information packets.

"Order the mourner to leave the formation and turn to starboard, slow down the frigate to one tenth and prepare the torpedo."

Dozens of light spots were scattered on the horizontal plane in the void, and then frigates and cruisers launched their first round of torpedo salvo.

Dense trails were drawn in the void, like countless spears.

"75% engine power!"

"The void shield group is fully charged!"

"Point defense system ready!"

"The outer hull area is closed!"

"We are entering the range of the light spear, my Lord."

A technical priest who was stirring on the console turned his head and shouted behind his shoulder.

"Ready to attack."

"Adjust course intercept."

Lord Mazar stood up.

"The enemy will turn to face us, or we will stab the spear into their belly."

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

It can be seen that the executive power of these green skins is much stronger than most of their peers.

The red bow of these green leather warships was bulky, and the light from the reactor behind the porthole lit up the surrounding debris, and their jamming guns had already opened their fire.

Weapons of various calibres poured ammunition like a storm, accompanied by continuous flashes of light, and explosions fluctuated in the physical universe.

The green fighter fleet is moving around in a larger formation in the battlefield.

They danced dexterously, the flames in the barrel under the fuselage spewed endlessly, and threw a large number of bombs on the enemy's empty shield and armor, setting off bursts of impact.

From time to time, green skin fighters were hit by air defense fire, some directly exploded like fireworks, and some dragged smoke and crashed straight towards human warships.

In the face of the harassment of green fighters, human rage fighters also poured out of the flight decks of warships like bees, fought fiercely with green fighters in the void, and shot and entangled each other at close range.

The battle soon turned white hot.

Laser exchanges of fire come and go like a net, and the flowers of explosion are rampant. From time to time, the burning turret breaks and falls. It seems that every cubic meter of space in this star river is filled with the smoke and dust of war.