Chapter 387

The ship shook around him, otavia stood still in her seat, watching the stars floating in the display in front of her.

"They're moving."

The navigator whispered.

"The ships of the spirit clan are trying to keep their distance."

Setims stood beside the driver's seat, his wound still bandaged, and the bruise on his face turned red.

"Should you be here?"

Otavia asked, inadvertently more like a Tara aristocrat than before.

The other side ignored the problem.

"I don't see how you find them moving. That's a little red dot in the dark."

She didn't look away from the screen.

"I just can."

Several attendants are on the other side of the pool, guarding the cabin door.

Suddenly, one of them approached, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the wet room.

"Miss."

Otavia glanced at the bandage.

"What's up?"

"The hatch has been sealed, and the fourth fierce claw sent a message to ensure that this floor will not be invaded."

"Thank you."

The attendant bowed and returned to his colleagues.

"You are better to them."

Setims pointed out that he knew he still missed hounds.

Otavia smiled reluctantly and looked at the screen again.

"We are working hard to get out of the enemy's fire range, but it is too slow and the engine preheating time is too long. I can imagine that the captain of the enemy ship is also watching us at this time and praying that his jump Gang team can occupy our bridge?"

"Otavia..."

At this time, the stone ghosts carved on the wall of the room made a low rumble, and their wide stomachs were carved into the shape of an audio power amplifier.

She immediately reached out and started the control lever on the armrest with a click.

"Master, what's the situation?"

"A terrible victory. Pay attention and listen carefully. Now I want you to keep the ship in the state of sub space folding and jumping."

Otavia blinked.

"I... what?"

"The void shield will reach its maximum power in two minutes. You're about to start folding and jumping, okay?"

"But we're on the track we're scheduled to sail."

"Then get off the track, you know."

"But we are very close to the planet. The pull of the gravity well may cause irreversible damage to the warship, and the orbital station -"

"There's no time for debate, otavia. I order you to jump into sub space as soon as the void shield reaches its maximum power."

"I'll do it, but where is the destination?"

"No destination."

She was surprised and surprised to find that he sounded impatient.

"Just get close to the orbital station. I... I want to row our ship over the dome, live in a high orbit and enter the fire dead corner of the orbital station."

Otavia blinked again.

"What you're saying is, tear a hole in space and jump over the narrowest part of the top, but the engine won't even activate at the moment I start... This jump won't take more than a second. Even so, we may far cross the target."

"I don't care how to drive."

"Talos, I'm not sure I can do it."

"I didn't ask that either. Just let go."

"As you wish."

She said that when she put down the control lever, she cut off the connection with the bridge, then took a deep breath and looked at the man beside her.

"It will be interesting this time."

"Qihuo! Omnisaia's piston!"

After a busy time, dieterian started his biochemical arm again, and the slave workers returned to him to obey his orders.

"Command?"

One of them spoke to him.

"Follow me."

Dieterian said that he had moved, and his electromagnetic boots trembled and moved forward silently.

"Lukofus?"

The Raptor waited at the edge of the crater, and three abnormally shaped helmets were held in their claws.

"It's over at last, isn't it? We must return to the ship immediately."

Lukofus leaped lightly and climbed and moved. This carelessness made him a more deadly creation.

Guide the propeller to spray a stream of air under silent pressure to keep him in suspension.

Suddenly, the mechanical bishop froze for a moment, which was immediately caught by the Raptor.

"What's the matter?"

"Talos is going to make the ship jump."

"This term is not correct."

Lukofus snorted.

"But it will happen."

"When?"

Dieterian kept walking, strode past the Raptor, lowered his head, and focused his eyepiece on the nearest hatch through the shell, which was 300 meters away.

"Do I have to answer this question with a series of details? He plans to start the jump engine immediately after the virtual shield reaches its maximum power. I have repaired the last tower, which indicates that the work is finished, which further proves that he wants to jump the ship now... Have you seen unprotected living creatures in Asia space?"

Dieterian could hear some noise in the news. He suspected it was the laughter of raptors.

"Oh, yes, technology priest, of course I have."

The ship rumbled at their feet, accumulating strength like the roar of a beast.

Dieterian pressed the audio call button.

"Lakuna ebsoulutus?"

"My lord?"

"Let me know your coordinates immediately."

A lot of interesting code is fed back through links.

"I see some concern from your question, dear sir?"

"Please tell me."

"My team is only 16 to 20 seconds away from the nearest maintenance bulkhead, about 600 meters away from you, I believe..."

Suddenly, the other party's words disappeared in a burst of static electricity.

"Lakuna ebsoulutus, end the call."

The only response was static electricity.

Talos watched the enemy ships drive with all their strength, trying to imagine them driving them like wolves to the planet as a death trap.

The orbital station is still full of fire, and all kinds of long-range lasers, macro guns and missiles are constantly attacking the moving path of the curse echo.

But never mind, his idea will work.

The prophet leaned towards the microphone.

"Please help me find dieterian."

The officer worked on her console for a while.

"Well, my Lord."

"Talos to dieterian. You have ten minutes to start 'scream'. The target is the enemy's warship."

When the answer came, the voice of the technology priest was covered by the roar of lukofus.

"We finish on the starboard side and it will take us ten minutes to get to the priest's room."

"Then run faster."

Talos signaled that the communication was disconnected and exhaled heavily.

"Weapons supervisor."

The officer looked up from his console. His fashionable and elegant uniform faded with the passing years.

"My lord?"

"Tornado torpedo ready."

"My lord?"

The officer's eyes were full of shock.

"Tornado torpedo ready."

Talos repeated one side in the same tone.

"Sir, we only have two torpedo warheads left."

Talos swallowed his saliva, clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, as if he could control his anger by closing his face.

"Tornado torpedo ready."

"My Lord, I think we should keep them -"

The next moment, mortals can no longer say a word.

The officer's face opened with a sick crack, and blood and broken bones creaked in the Lord's hands at midnight.

Talos ignored the fallen body and threw the rest of his skull to the ground.

This was the prophet's speed, and no one even saw him move.

In one heartbeat, he crossed ten meters and then a console.

"I try to be reasonable."

Talos said to hundreds of the eye-catching crew that the low and ferocious audio passed through the room.