Chapter 356

The blood alliance was burning hot, but it was still fighting to the death.

Like a desperate, proud eighth Legion soldier.

But its condition was very bad. A long black crack replaced the starboard side of the Xuemeng. The two main thrust inlets were melted to a residue. The fire swept the whole engine deck and killed countless humble slaves in the engine room.

Most of the buildings and sculptures on the Xuemeng no longer exist, and the intensive artillery fire completely wiped out the stern tower.

The whole warship had almost no complete armor left, and most of its body was swallowed up by the terrible flames of the void.

A large amount of liquid ejected from the interior of the warship and condensed into ice crystals outside the warship. A large amount of air was sent out into the void, just like the last breath of a dying man.

As one of its pursuers, the destroyer laches of the red pirates has lost more than half of its body in the reactor explosion and was torn apart by the bow spear of the blood alliance.

Half a minute later, the strike cruiser rushed out of the debris cloud generated by the explosion and crashed into a large area of debris scattered.

The damaged and cracked bow of the Xuemeng crushed the debris on its way like insects.

Even if she stumbled and was covered in flames, the midnight Lord warship still waved its claws to the prey beside her.

One of the main forces of the hunt, the cruiser lost, had just lost its last frigate and was clumsily swooping down on the slowing Xuemeng.

Its plasma cannon fired dense gunfire downward, pouring down the rain of death with a sharp blade like light spear.

The battered Xuemeng was unable to escape. She used her remaining power in vain to deflect the hull slightly, ready for the final fatal blow.

Soon, the lost fired again.

But this round of attacks almost

Missed,

All its gunfire hit the empty shield of another warship, causing a ripple like a water wave.

The warship had the same size and deadly elegance as the blood alliance.

The intruder sped between the two warships and forcibly separated them. The roar of impact alarm rang from the bridge.

After fending off a fatal attack, the starboard laser weapon array of the new warship released waves of relentless bombardment.

In the blink of an eye, the lost's void shield was overloaded. It turned to the right as hard as it could, desperately trying to avoid the next round of volley.

On the bridge of Xuemeng, a voice sounded in the hissing microphone:

"This is taros of the eighth legion, the warship curse echo."

In a moment, a murmuring voice responded:

"Ha, that's funny. You should stay as far away from this battle as possible, Prophet... The Legion doesn't have to accompany two warships this night."

On the lower deck of the curse echo, two soldiers of the eighth Legion were running at a fast pace.

Charles and USAS listened to the madness in the communication. At least several of the blood eyed Raptors screamed on the communication channel.

"Where are you?"

Charles calls again:

"This is the first fierce claw shire! Where are you now?"

The shrill scream went silent again. It has happened several times so far. Before each occurrence, it was accompanied by an eagle like roar and whispers such as "prey has become a hunter" and "tracking a broken soul".

Shire hates these raptors.

"I hate these things."

He said this more than once.

"I hate the way these things walk, I hate the way they think, and I hate their stories about how they first rushed the walls of God's palace."

USAS did not respond, and he was trying to listen to the Raptor's communication.

"Their hunting doesn't sound optimistic."

He said to himself.

"Thank you for your explanation, brother."

Charles pulled out his power sword and pressed the activation rune.

"Wait here, I'll be right back."

USAS tilted his head.

"Taros ordered the two of us to stay here."

"So you're teaching me to do things?"

Charles looked at him in mock surprise:

"Your head was burned by subspace, brother?"

USAS sniffed and didn't answer him.

"I'll be right back."

Charles has made up his mind.

"I'll help the bloody eye hunt that... No matter what they hunt, it sounds like it's tearing them to pieces."

"I also want to go hunting."

USAS sounded unusually grumpy.

"No, we have to obey orders. You stay here and I'll help those screaming fools."

"I was surprised to hear the word command from you, but why, why should I stay here instead of you?"

Charles hissed and slapped each other's helmet.

"Because even in the worst state, I'm the best swordsman in ten companies, and you run around with an axe, like an oestrous oglin, howling the name of fear and killing your servants."

Before USAS retorted, Charles strode into the depths of the corridor.

"... the Legion continued to bleed more than necessary."

Fan zhuoder, leader of the tenth company, was one of the few surviving crew members on the blood alliance. The flames wrapped around the walls and swallowed up the bodies of the sacrificed crew members.

The beating flame stabbed him open his eyes as blind, and the poison cloud and acid mist smelled like the dying breath of a warship.

Although his body had been extremely strengthened, the massive blood loss from several fatal wounds still made it difficult for him to sit back on the throne.

Moreover, the blood flowing out of him was rotten and dripping on the deck baked like dense soil.

The only surviving crew in the command cabin are the aircraft servants, whose limited functions bind them to their respective posts.

Two of them are being devoured by flames on their posts: the metal is scorched and the flesh and blood is melted.

They mechanically input commands into artillery positions that no longer exist.

Van jood dragged himself back to the throne. Blood seeped from his wound and flowed down the black throne.

The warship vibrated violently again, part of the monitoring screen burst in an electric spark, and steam sprayed from the wall.

"Taros..."

"I'm here."

The prophet's voice returned in a noise. In fact, it was a miracle that the communication device could work.

Fan Zhuo de vomited a mouthful of blood and his sharp teeth made it very difficult for him to speak now.

"The blood alliance is over. The bastards of the red pirates don't intend to jump to help us at all. They just want us to die, and their wish will come true soon."

The other end of the communicator roars:

"Run! We'll cover your retreat! This double ship transition will succeed, I promise you."

"The blood alliance can barely climb, let alone run away. Leave your useless heroism to the audience who knows how to appreciate it better... Prophet, that moment will always come, but it's not this moment. Run and I'll cover your retreat."

"But --"

"Pharmacist, obey orders."

Van jood put on a tougher voice.

After a moment of silence, the other end of the communicator replied:

"Yes, immediately turn to the following coordinates, stay away from the battlefield, block the enemy ship in the periphery with a light spear, and prepare to accept survivors. Don't engage."

Then there was a brief silence.

"Welcome back, sir. I know you're van droit now, not the supreme. You'll be remembered."

"I'd rather be forgotten."

With that, he turned off the communication with his bloody right claw, turned the channel to the on-board broadcast, and doubted how many people were still alive.

"It's the captain, transfer to the curse echo immediately! All attention, all attention -"

The commander of the tenth company of the eighth legion, the supreme van droid, trembled and took a deep breath

, issued the last instruction of his long life.

"Abandon the ship!"