"We have no support, no orders, and no goals. If we are caught by the Empire, we will die without a burial place. The Empire's fleet size is expanding every day, and I don't want to deal with them under such unfavorable conditions."
"They won't find us, this place is hidden enough that we can wait until the support arrives."
"If we had that barely decent fleet a month ago, I would agree with you, brother."
Heller Renault's personality is not as aggressive as Osie Bravo, but the blurry picture still cannot hide his sneer - although it is not obvious, there are still some.
"I can't bear to worry about the face when I have sex! I can say that you cursed someone so that you can get away by yourself? Yes, I admit that I didn't fight well, but at least I haven't betrayed anyone, right?"
Kobravo smiled evilly and said:
"You should have admitted this long ago and let me command the fleet. Maybe we can do some tricks to support the War Commander."
"Ha, every bastard looks righteous in public."
Irongrasper snorted.
"You have never been a person who can accept other people's orders kindly. The general of Zhan only appointed one commander, and that commander was me."
"Then I wish your fleet good luck."
The two captains' profiles were flashing, which was a clear sign of their reactor running at full capacity.
"Anyway, I'm sorry, we can't stay here anymore."
"This sentence is simply said."
Iengrasper said coldly.
"How should you explain to the War Commander."
"I think the general will understand us. After all, we have endured unbearable failure under the command of an incompetent commander. Goodbye."
The holographic image was interrupted.
Irongrasper stood there for a while, and finally staggered back two steps, and fell on his command throne.
"What a...tragic loser."
Marco looked at him from a distance, then shook his head and continued his work.
Although it didn't make much sense, Irongrasper ordered everyone to go to the battle post in case his former brothers decided to raid his ship to plunder supplies, although it was obvious that they had nothing to plunder, and everyone was quite ragged.
The two men did not fire, almost certainly to avoid alerting the Empire's convenience, rather than out of any friendship.
Silently, the Holy Corrosion and the Wild Howling ignited their propellers and left the grave.
"Then there is only one left."
Irongrasper said softly:
"Only the Wuxiu Resentment and the Dead Ship bleed in the void."
His eyes were crying with the flash of energy, but he no longer had the strength to wipe it dry.
"Everyone, I want the ship to leave immediately after the engine is restored, send the people to other ships, and replenish all the crew members of our ships. We are going to do it alone."
"grown ups."
"Catch me that trash wizard."
Marco hesitated.
"No one knows where he is, sir."
"Why?"
"A sub-space accident caused him to disappear directly into the cabin."
"You know."
Iengrasper poked Marco with an armored finger.
"If you weren't the most useful person left on this ship, I'd kill you, you know, right."
"I know very well, sir."
"Finish the wizard and get him here now."
Just at this moment, a burst of energy pulse suddenly broke out in the void. Irongrasper could see clearly that this was the flash of the subspace engine.
The energy from the close-range subspace flooded the communication channel and the bird's dizzy instrument, the maintenance system sparked a lot of sparks, and the dim lumen lights on the bridge flickered.
Although the armored glass observation ports were dimmed, this was not enough.
Irongrasper narrowed his eyes, the light burned his eyes, and he noticed that the two ships that were about to leave suddenly stopped moving.
Perhaps they thought it was the arrival of the Imperial fleet, which scared them.
However, Irongrasper doesn't think so. It's really the Imperial fleet, so he won't jump out of subspace at such a close distance.
Sure enough, a huge warship first jumped out of subspace, with dark energy and evil undead surrounding the red and black hull in an unsettling way.
The ship's logo is very familiar to Iron Grasper, and this group of people have gained some reputation in the eyes of fear in recent years.
They used to be called the Crimson Sword, but now they are called the Scarlet Slayers-
"Slaanesia's Big X, why are they?"
Under Irongrasper's gaze of surprise, one warship after another left the subspace rift, two main battleships and five small warships, cannot be said to be much, but at least more than them.
What surprised him even more was that the two warships that were originally about to leave turned around and leaned towards him.
"I guess I'm afraid of being a black man."
Marco commented that Irongrasper deeply agreed.
"I haven't heard that Zhan Shuai invited them."
At this moment, the correspondent who had been scared to death had cried again.
"The other party requested to board the ship, a thunder eagle."
"Tell him, let's talk long distance first."
"The opponent's Thunder Eagle has left the flight deck."
"Fuck! What's the hurry..."
In desperation, he could only collect more than a dozen people from the defeated generals who were relatively energetic and were barely formed a guard, and then went to the flight deck to welcome the "guests".
About ten minutes later, the person arrived-
The Relentless Kranon, formerly the commander of the Crimson Sword War, is now the Lord of the Scarlet Slayer. The Empire, second only to the Blackheart King Huron for 41,000 years, walked into the deck of the Wuxiu Resentment with a proud and strode. (The Crimson Sword is too long, so I can only briefly talk about it here)
Twenty elite warriors in Terminator lined up tightly around him, and they dispersed when they saw Iron Graspell and his bodyguards waiting for it.
These elite warriors of the Scarlet Slayers were called the Raiders of Draznit, and were favored by the gods of darkness, with their armor decorated with taboo runes of heresy, and their hideous helmets made them look like angry demons.
In the entire battle group, they were equipped with the best weapons, stronger than other Chaos Space Marines, and at the same time they were willing to sacrifice their lives to gain a position in the heart of the destructive power, and only obeyed Kranon's command.
Appearing from the center of the guard, the ruthless man walked forward, clamping his helmet with his arms, revealing his pale, corpse-like face.