Chapter 393

When Talos returned to the bridge, the curse echo was moving hard under the gravity of the planet and the fire of the distant alien warship, and all kinds of ammunition made gorgeous ripples on the void shield.

It did not avoid any attack. There was no deceleration, let alone turning. The curse echo ran out of the high track of Nathan 6 like a runaway Mustang. Every cannon and spine on both sides of the body swayed forward, ready to shout angrily for the last time.

Talos sat on the throne and looked at him indifferently.

All commanders, all humans, are almost silent in their focus.

The servants handed over the printed report, and several of them slowly spit out rolls of inked parchment from their dentures.

The prophet's eyes never left the eye monitor.

Alien fleet is waiting. He saw them moving in the void by drifting in sub space, with annoying harmony, and the luminous solar sail tilted to catch the faint light of the distant sun.

"Regional reports."

In response to the shouts of "ready" and "ready" from each part of the command deck, they were called back in an orderly verse, in dieterian's words, that everything was ready.

But there's nothing Talos can do but wait.

"The alien fleet is preparing to intercept."

He could see clearly that the smaller ships, shaped like bones, were going to cover around the railway station.

The larger cruisers moved at the same amazing speed, moving in a flowing arc with their sails tilted.

He doesn't like the way they move.

Not only because its agility is far beyond human ability, but also because the curse echo can't surpass this fleet again and again. The alien makes this fleet look smarter than humans.

"Fifty five seconds, master“

Talos leaned back on the throne, knowing that he might never leave the deck alive.

Running to the orbital station seems to be the hardest part. In contrast, killing those alien wretches on the deck of the curse echo is a pleasant enjoyment.

"Forty seconds."

"All targets are marked and locked!"

The officer in charge of the weapon array shouted:

"We need a whole minute undisturbed to release the first wave of attack without interruption!"

"You can, sir. Tell me how many targets this will hit?"

Taros inquired with great patience.

"The action of the spirit fleet is too strange. If they have been following us for side attack... About 15 targets."

Talos's lips twitched behind his visor, not exactly laughing.

Shoot 15 targets at a time. He'll miss the ship.

Curse echo is the beautiful twin sister of the blood alliance. It would be rude if he still resents the arms improvement made by the red pirates in the century of occupying her.

"Thirty seconds!"

"Send me a ship wide communication."

"Done, master."

Talos took a deep breath. He knew that his words were heard by thousands of slaves, mutants and slaves, who were sweating under the deck.

"I am the captain, Talos valkoran, also a descendant of the eighth Legion. I grew up in a world without the sun, just like all of you... Now an unparalleled storm is hitting us. Survival depends on your blood and sweat. No matter what deck you work on, every life will have meaning in the next few minutes, crew and all souls ! get ready to fight. "

"Twenty seconds, master."

"Turn on 'scream'."

"Yes, master."

"Shoot as planned and then fire at will."

"Yes, master."

Curse echo, with all its power, sprays the wake of plasma flame, and circles a semicircle under the orbital gravity in an almost gorgeous manner under their destructive heat.

The spirit warships continued to approach, and their initial diving movements were not as elegant as the previous void dance, because their prey was playing a different game.

Spirit ships are ready to fight and ambush on clearer routes, as they find themselves inadvertently away from fleeing prey.

"Did the scream work?"

Talos asked that he could see several alien spacecraft quickly turning directions and adjusting attack routes - it was obvious.

The officers stared down at their console. No one was more sensitive than the people stationed in front of the bird projector.

"The spirit fleet is trying to change our trajectory. Several cruisers have deviated from the interception route."

"It worked."

Taros still sat on the throne, resisting the desire to pace on the deck.

The roar of cannons and the pounding of small rocks against the void shield shook the ship.

"We avoided almost half of the enemy's fire."

In the imager, the alien ship was elongated - all smooth bones and glittering wing sails.

He suspected that the distant sun made the spirit warship lack the heat required by the solar sail and move slowly, but he had little understanding of the function of the alien spacecraft. Everything was speculation.

"The alien pioneer ship has entered the maximum weapon range!"

When the officers shouted, Talos also thought of his brothers. Now they should sit in the airdrop cabin, and the thunder eagle was waiting in the landing field.

On the eyeball display, the coin sized track station doubled, and the busy attendants in their respective positions would chatter about the incoming warheads.

"It's time to launch the airdrop module and order the thunder eagle to start at once."

"Yes, master."

When the curse echo swooped, its abdomen sprinkled a shining "seed" towards the world below.

This process did not last long.

"Master!"

A bird divination instrument operator shouted.

"Profiled torpedoes are scanned! They can resist our interference."

"Even in the face of screaming?"

Talos knew that dieterian's machines were calibrated according to imperial technology, but even so, he still wanted to play a role in the spirit family.

"Some lost their way, others blew themselves up halfway, but still a third were flying towards us."

"Time?"

"The first one will arrive in ten seconds."

"All attention, prepare for impact."

Soon the rattle of the ship turned into a tremor, and the tremor immediately turned into a violent vibration.

Talos felt a new, unwelcome unease creeping up his spine.

I don't know when to start. His foresight hasn't appeared for a long time.

"The shield is weakened."

An officer was chattering in front of the console.

"Two thirds provide energy."

Talos didn't respond. As the cries around him grew larger and larger, he also watched the iron gray metal structure in the eye scanner grow larger and larger.

"Come on."

He muttered to himself.

"Damn fate, come on."