Chapter 189

“waaaagh！！！”

Okjiba's counterattack was extremely ferocious. Its backhand made Farzad jump up and forced him to roll away. Then the second over shoulder attack deeply cut into the deck where he was lying.

When the beast turned around again, Farzad could hardly stand. A horizontal cut forced him to cross the double axe to block, or he would be cut by the waist.

Metal and metal collided and screamed. His feet in boots slid and rubbed on the deck, with sparks splashing.

This situation makes it very difficult to take action.

Farzad realized he needed to speed up, but the dying survival system of the warship let the slowly weakening gravity drag his limbs with increasing inertia.

At this time, a shadow flashed on Farzad's right. In the fuzzy visual feedback, he saw a soldier in the team, Xifa, slamming the side of Jiba with the head of a power hammer.

It roared so loud that it shook Farzad's acoustic feedback system and temporarily overloaded the suppressor installed in the helmet.

Realizing that this was an opportunity to gain a much-needed advantage, Farzad attacked the behemoth's neck.

When he pulled out the axe, a jet of dark purple liquid gushed out.

Although the helmet has a filter, the stench is still disgusting, but the scream of Jiba's pain is even more disturbing.

The howl of a wounded beast from the depths of its throat meant that it was going to die.

Farzad could not give it time to attack again in a few seconds, cutting off the other party's two mechanical arms, and then cutting off the parts below the wrists of the two physical arms.

Just about to turn around, Jiba twitched and twisted painfully. After a breath, the tip of a power sword suddenly passed through his chest.

Another soldier appeared behind the tech bully. He was Calvin belonging to the Farzad team.

For a moment, the whole corridor was filled with the smell of rotten blood, burning and ulceration.

Farzad knew they couldn't stop and enjoy the victory. According to previous combat experience, these green technicians usually carry self exploding devices on their bodies.

So when the beast knelt on one knee, Farzad cut off his axe, pierced his armor and hit the clavicle before it began to break.

Then Farzad continued to chop, swung his axe and waved it down again, just like cutting down a tree that had been harrowed loose.

The rotten blood left spots on his armor.

Calvin, who pierced the chest of Jiba, also stepped forward, holding the sword in both hands, with the blade facing down, stabbing constantly at a regular rhythm.

It was over in a few seconds.

Only a pool of blood clots and bone fragments emitting heat, as well as scattered armor plates, and dismembered debris scattered at the feet of star Knights like a pool of mud.

Farzad nodded to soshyan.

"It's clear all around, commander Zhan."

Putting the sword back into its sheath, soshyang glanced at the hand-held scanner and nodded.

"Clearance."

Once through the abdominal corridor, they can reach the subspace engine.

They carried enough explosives to cause significant damage to the ship, which would cause a devastating explosion.

"Do you think these enemies are the last?"

Sol asked, although every scan of his bird divination instrument got a negative result.

Soshyan patted the side of his helmet with his armguard. When he was about to answer sol, the acoustic connection crackled in his ear.

"Brother soshyan, is your operation over?"

It's malakin. He's responsible for providing fire support for the boarding of the star knights.

"It'll be over soon."

"Casualties?"

"No casualties, thank you for your concern."

"That's good. You have to hurry up. Another ship has appeared on the bird divination instrument."

"Start now."

Soshyan cut off communication.

The technical sergeant came forward with the bombs and handed them over to others.

"That's enough to blow up three such ships."

Soshyan nodded and silently praised rogris's control of explosives.

"We don't need to kill so many, we just need to kill one."

After installing the bomb, they quickly evacuated the ship.

Then, the warship, originally full of green skin trying to escape from freon, turned into dust in a violent internal collapse.

Such things will continue to happen in the next few days——

"Er..."

The dull and harsh sound of the gears brought the mutter out of the deepening dullness.

The prison door was opening to let a beam of light shine into the darkness. At that time, the door gradually rose, slowly disappeared, and finally became a fine crack in the ceiling.

A man showed a black outline in the light.

The outline shows that he is wearing an army coat, further highlights his broad and fearsome shoulders, and the shining eagle emblem adorns his military cap.

He tried to stand up, but he only supported one knee before his resistance was overwhelmed by fatigue.

Shaking his head, the people highlighted by the outline giggled.

"Still weak."

This is not a question, but a statement of what you see.

"This is oke?"

His voice hissed, imitated Oko, but out of tune with the harsh rhythm.

Shortly after Guri was captured in the void and woke up on the transport ship, the man introduced himself.

He said his name was Eric.

At first, what Guri saw in his eyes was a strong man with a big crew cut and a rather ferocious face.

He was very young, but he had a profound sense of experience that can only be seen in veterans.

Mutter clenched his teeth and glared at each other with one sound eye.

He is a green skin and a war gang leader, but now he is caught by shrimp and imprisoned. This humiliation makes him almost crazy.

The light extended in the room, bathed Eric in greasy yellow light, and made his skin look morbid pale.

"Your wound looks better."

Eric whispered.

He squatted down and grabbed Gigi's salivating jaw.

"I've learned a lot from you during this time. I really have to thank you."

Eric's warm smile and cold eyes muttered to him. He became familiar with this expression, followed by the bastard's habit of exerting pain.

On the one hand, he declared that he would learn oke's language, on the other hand, he kept torturing him.

"I can see what you want to say. I find that I have a unique interest in creatures like you. Yes, I hurt you because you asked me to do so, dog alien."

The young political prevarication always smiled, as if he had taken out his muttering ideas.

"There are some new problems today."

As Eric spoke, he increased the pressure on the mutter's jaw.

"How do you describe... The mode of concentrated attack and the reporting form of firepower coordinates."

Except for the heavy breathing in and out of the lungs, the mutter made no sound.

"Tell me."

Eric continued:

"How do you describe leaders of different classes?"

Mutter still didn't answer.

Eric smiled again, his expression showing pity.

"Do you really want me to do it again?"

Releasing the prisoner's jaw, Eric stood up, stepped back and picked up a barbed electric stick on the table next to him.

"I really don't want to."

Guji spent some precious time to mobilize his strength. He hoped that his words would be enough to express his meaning, and he hoped that his jailer would be unforgettable.

At this moment, he stood up from the ground. Although he shook and trembled, he didn't fall down after all.

With one eye wide open and arrogant glare, he muttered and shouted:

“Waaaaaaagh！！！！”

What followed was Eric's savage beating. He drove the air out of his lungs with the highest power motor and flooded him with his fists and feet.