Chapter 188

A rough looking warship is burning.

In the void, it tilted painfully, and gases and particles spewed out of its huge pipeline like blood.

Sailors sailing on the deep and wide seas often compare their huge ships to giants.

They endow the ship with the soul and infiltrate the mind and body into the structure of wood and steel.

In case of emergency, being in a storm, or being endangered by sea monsters in the abyss, these sailors will call that soul to save them and beg it to let the sailors escape from death for the last time.

For those who can observe the destruction of the warship, the warship that has just broken through the atmosphere looks like a beast, but in the pain of death, it is unable to save the crew, no matter how desperate their roar is.

The main planet of Fallon has been blocked for more than two weeks. The green skin on the planet has organized several breakouts to try to escape from this desperate death.

With incredible engineering technology, they built some warships with exaggerated engine power on the planet's surface, hoping to escape.

But the imperial warships in orbit were like fishing. They didn't give a fatal blow until they broke the influence of gravity and exhausted into the void.

Even so, the obstinacy of oak still makes them enjoy it.

And the size of the warships taking off is getting bigger and bigger.

Over time, even if they run away from the planet.

But they don't have that much time.

On the armor shell on the side side, the wounds were as dense as a sieve, and the pieces of metal plates fell off like scales.

What is exposed under this is a fragile "body", which burns a fleeting flame that will be extinguished almost as soon as it is lit, greedily swallowing the remaining scarce oxygen in the damaged hull.

On the back of the giant beast, the towering turret along the keel collapsed and broke, throwing the debris like stumps into the depths of the universe without starlight, allowing it to drift around like a rootless Ping.

The huge breach deeply engraved in the abdominal space was a fatal blow, destroying most of the engines with a precise attack.

The moment it was cut open, the broken abdomen was constantly throwing the rapidly frozen body into the void.

The bodies were all green, and the bodies were full of screen burns.

They float still and are forgotten among the other debris.

The battleship's void shield had long failed, and another surgical fatal blow was intended to weaken and damage, not kill at one blow.

Horizontally, on the starboard side of the warship, a series of deep wounds directly passed through the weak armor layer. Several assault boats reached the target and firmly grasped the devastated side.

In addition to these external damage, the culprit that weakened the orc warship came from the relatively insignificant landing craft.

It was from here that a fatal blow was delivered.

The deadly "goods", the astates, have entered the interior.

During the siege of the main planet of freon, soshyan did not let the soldiers idle, but constantly used actual combat to refine their gang jumping tactics and their ability to fight in a narrow space.

Soshyan ran through the corridor of the abdominal entrance, one eye watching the luminous radiation count on the left HMD.

He is going to the lower deck at the stern, where the subspace engine is arranged.

"Sol."

While opening the communication, he reached the first transverse intersection of the corridor.

They had to move forward quickly before reinforcements were assembled, but as soon as they crossed the intersection, the warship's lighting and vital survival systems failed.

Gravity was barely maintained, making it not necessary to keep the magnetic lock connected to the deck, but visibility was already a problem.

Within seconds of being summoned, sol arrived with a biological scanner in his hand, searching for potential threats.

"Detection contact, quantity four."

Nodding to sol, soshyan touched the communication ball embedded in his neck armor.

"Farzad, your team is a striker, almin, you and your people are responsible for the flank, Ustad, your team is a defender."

A series of quick confirmation cursors flashed across soshyan's retina, and they were ready to move on.

Farzad came forward from behind, holding a flat nose hot-melt gun in a waist position.

"Move forward."

As he led the nine soldiers forward, soshyan received a brief nod in reply.

"We don't know what will come out there. Cheer up."

In this case, caution is necessary.

After walking a quarter of the way along the corridor, their first warning appeared in a wide maintenance area, which was a streamer as bright as an artery, reflected on Farzad's armor.

"Enemy attack."

He reacted quickly, turned around and sent a high-density hot melt from the weapon.

The white hot beam lit up the darkness, and the reinforced structure of some corridors bent and decomposed at high temperature, as if it had been crushed.

A murderous big green man was shrouded in the flame and also suffered the blow. His chest armor and left shoulder armor were sunken inward and gave off fire light and pungent smell.

But this did not prevent it from throwing its own chain saw axe. The chain saw was turning again and again before it was embedded in the wall.

Other waiting aliens responded to the roar through the Farzad walkie talkie, but their roar was bloodthirsty rather than painful.

Three big green men in heavy armor came to the assault team.

Two of them wore dirty and full of battle marks of yellow and black interwoven rough armor, and the other was pure dark green, hunched back, strange, twisted and twitching muscle tissue, which made the armor full of drill bits and chainsaws almost impossible to accommodate.

This is an over transformed green skin. It looks like a technology bully. In addition to the two natural arms, there are two additional mechanical arms. The head full of sensors is almost integrated with the helmet with antenna, and it is impossible to distinguish each other.

It doesn't need a sword. Just those fast rotating bits and chainsaws are enough.

Farzad briefly summed up the damn creature and shouted:

"Kill aliens!"

He sent out the second heat flow to the technology bully, but it was dissolved by the deviant position of the enemy. It seemed that it was just a small provocation.

Old rivals, old ways.

Farzad pulled out two power axes behind him and gently pressed the start button on the axe handle to activate the power field crackling at the edge of the axe blade and face the enemy.

"Come!"

From the retina display screen in his helmet, we can see that other soldiers are shooting at other green skins, but those giant beasts in heavy armor are not afraid to shoot straight up. Finally, the soldiers spin and pull out the power sword for close combat.

Farzad's eyes moved closer, saw that Jiba had pushed aside the steaming corpse on the ground, and found astat standing in contempt.

Words cannot do justice, so Farzad roared angrily and waved his axe to the beast.

The blow was like hitting the refined gold hull of a thunder eagle. The strength of the shock came down from the handle of the axe and painfully stimulated Farzad's arm.

"Hard idea! I like it!"