Chapter 380

Although they had been very careful and tried to cover up the trace of the curse echo, they were finally caught by the enemy when they left subspace and jumped into the physical universe at the edge of Nai galaxy.

The adaling clan has incredible hiding skills, so that their small warships can avoid all scanning devices and transport the deadly "goods" into the dark cabin of the curse echo

Yes, the unlucky curse echo was jumped again.

And more deadly, within half an hour after the enemy jumped the gang, the captain, Talos, fell into a coma again because of foresight.

In this preview, he saw a burning sword, a flying gray eagle, and a metal face that he hated instinctively - stubborn and hypocritical, just like most imperial people he had seen.

Finally, when he woke up, the first thing he saw was macalyon's iron coffin, and the other party's roaring voice went straight through his sore head.

"I heard the blaster fire."

Soon, Talos also heard the sound of explosive shots.

The sound was right under his feet, the unmistakable drum - the heavy, trembling guns firing at each other, the unique sound when the shell landed, and the familiar discordant sound when the metal penetrated the armor.

The prophet struggled to get up, stroking one side of his helmet with one hand and forcibly restored his vision.

He stared around. People were shouting all over the bridge.

The situation looks bad.

"You've been unconscious for 34 minutes this time, master."

Setimes, Talos's slave, said he was still wearing his ragged flying jacket with a pistol hanging under his back hip.

"Tell me everything."

The prophet commanded, and setims had begun to hand him weapons one by one - the mortal needed to carry one with both hands at a time.

"I know very little. All the fierce claws have been sent everywhere. We have been jumped by the enemy. I don't know whether our shield has failed, but the enemy warships didn't fire because of their people. Lord Celion wants to stabilize the bridge first for defense."

"Who helped us jump?"

"Spirit clan, that's all I know. Didn't you dream of them?"

"I don't remember what I met in my dream. All I can remember is pain... You stay here."

Taros stood up, then paused and whispered:

"Thank you for looking after me."

"My loyalty will not change, my Lord."

The prophet descended the podium, and the machine servant and servo skull looked at him expressionless, expecting that he could give them orders.

"Taros?"

Suddenly, the helmet's communicator sounded a soldier's message.

"That's Talos talking?"

Another suddenly said.

"Retreat!"

It was lukofus talking, and Talos could tell from the low but harsh voice.

"Withdraw to hall 2!"

"Hold your ground!"

Cylon? Yes... Cylon, the audio made it difficult for him to recognize, but Talos recognized it.

"Hold your ground, you rotten bastards! You'll leave us without support!"

From then on, only the voice of close combat remained in the audio network

"This is Cheyenne Kurus of the second fierce claw! Someone is injured and we need support!"

"Where's the unlucky pharmacist!"

"The fourth fierce claw calls the first fierce claw. We need Valle now!"

"Retreat from hall 3! Repeat, we leave Hall 3."

"Who's laughing?"

"Talos? Is that you?"

The prophet sighed in his throat to make him feel better.

"I woke up. Now, the first strong claw, report the situation! The other strong claws, report the situation later."

But he didn't receive any answer. The audio system had been torn into a howling wind by the fire of the bomb gun.

When taros left the bridge gate, his unarmed fist was still convulsed with pain.

Then, after tracking the sound of the explosive gun firing and finding the closest sound source, he realized that he was at the end of a 500 meter long winding corridor.

Then, when he appeared in the middle of the gun battlefield with his weak limbs, a shrapnel hit him right on the head.

This made him blind for a while. The shrapnel tilted and hit his helmet. Although it didn't break through, it was strong enough to cause adverse stimulation of current, which lasted about a few seconds.

Soon, his vision was cleared by a load of static electricity and restored to a red interface and flickering runes.

He looked down and found that the "bullet" was actually a translucent crystal sheet. If he remembered correctly, it was probably called a star dart.

"Get down."

A voice warned him. Talos looked up and found makushen standing above him, his hands shaking with the recoil force of the heavy explosion.

Under makushen's control, the muzzle of the heavy explosive almost didn't shake, but every time the ejected cartridge case splashed into makushen's dark chest armor, it would burst into sparks.

"These long legged * *"

One side of USAS also hid behind the bunker, but when he spoke, he was lisping, his swollen throat seemed morbid wet, and he was surrounded by sailyon, who continued shooting.

"Where's Valere?"

Taros asked:

"Valle is guarding the tunnel behind."

Cylon is loading again.

"These poor bastards really sneaked into the boat, and everywhere. We don't even know where they invaded."

At this time, makushen took two steps back when a star dart hit his shoulder armor, and a lot of ceramic steel fragments fell from the power armor.

"Spirit clan!"

He growled and fired again!

"Jump Gang half an hour ago!"

"We may not have chosen a good location to leave subspace before drifting into the Nathan galaxy."

Sailyon also said angrily.

"Although I doubt it, they already know where we will go, leave the sub space beacon in advance, and then follow us cunningly, these alien bitches!"

"Very cunning."

Makushen also complained.

"Of course you can blame your navigator."

USAS also spoke, when the wall beside his head was suddenly blown into a pile of sharp pieces by something.

"She should have sensed the signs of stubborn wild dogs left in sub space."

Taros jerked back into the bunker while changing bombs.

"She may feel something, but she doesn't know what it is. The skills of the spirit family are not something she can resist."

He looked at the end of the corridor again, but it was empty and there was nothing. The star dart bullets seemed to appear out of thin air.

"We have to retreat. The corridor is not conducive to defense."

Talos finally decided to give up here, but Cylon immediately poured cold water on him.

"We can't retreat from here. We are the only defensive force in the whole circle. If they step on the bridge, we will lose the ship. The void shield has been overloaded by them by some means. Dieterian is repairing the main engine with oil and blood."

"And we can't run."

Makushen had no way to stay high. He was stuck with a large star dart. He could only slide behind the underground bunker and complained in a low voice:

"The Raptors are guarding the southern corridor. The enemy is like sticking behind us now."

USAS put out his head and wanted to shoot, but his action was a little stiff. A single molecule disc suddenly flashed across his neck and brought a shed of blood.

The blood immediately splashed all over makushen. He cursed and withdrew a few steps.

"Shit, it does look dangerous here!"

The prophet immediately dragged USAS back, and the other party's blood sprayed on the wall, forming a dazzling graffiti.

Although he knew it was dangerous, Talos still wanted to see what hit USAS like this. He carefully put his head out, and the tactical vision of his helmet flickered, and finally caught the trace of the enemy.

Or the other party disdains to hide.