Because the Blood Knights team has not been replenished for many years, the fleet only has the ancient combat barge Blood Curse and two frigates that have been disrepaired. As a result, the two frigates were sunk from the beginning, and the other party did not give them any chance to explain.
Faced with a fierce enemy, Santo Joel had only two choices: either fight or run away.
Although he is easy to fight, he is not stupid at all. With such a disadvantage in the number of people and fleet, fighting with the Black Temple will not be of any benefit.
"How long will it take for the subspace engine to be ready?"
"Ten minutes."
"Those madmen in black armor won't give us ten minutes."
"Okay, I'll do it in nine minutes as much as possible."
"Anyway, you can take us out of here as soon as possible, the artillery deck is about to be scrapped."
"I understand, commander of the battle, but I suggest you send someone to control the losses. After all, before we can leave, the Black Church will freely exert their destructive power to us."
"Thinking a way."
When more shells hit the vital point, the Curse of Blood trembled, and various impacts, such as sparks hitting the hull, were made by wreckage scraping against the hull, and the turrets finally finished their work, and fighters and bombers began to retreat to their motherships.
At this time, the Black Temple's strike cruiser left the formation and formed a high shooting angle against the Blood Curse.
The next second, the moment the main gun array of the attacking cruiser fired, the two ships were connected like a burning bridge of light.
Santo Joel arrived at the reactor array of Blood Curse, which contained many plasma reactors. To start the subspace engine, it is necessary to ensure safety here.
The reactor's compartment is very huge and one kilometer long, with crisscrossing channels. There are a total of six reactors here. Each reactor's cylinder is a container filled with superheated plasma. It is locked in a continuous energy reaction to deliver energy to the subspace navigation array of Blood Curse.
At its top is a spider-shaped steel pillar that supports the cables and pipes that provide fuel and coolant to the reactor. Santo Joel hurried over a bench between reactors 1 and 2, with company commander Sheri Guerrero and several of his soldiers on the front console.
"Captain of the Battle Team."
When he saw Santo Joel approaching, he immediately said:
“I heard on the data network that some brothers fell down.”
"There are only Wesley and Dawn at the moment, but the enemy is throwing all the shells at us. If we can't get out in time, we may not have a good result."
Santo Joel then transferred his communication network to the bridge.
"Frank, I'm in the reactor, and they look pretty good."
"That's good, if we lose the reactor, then we're done-"
boom!
The explosion's huge response fulfilled Frank's death verdict, and a wall was scraped off by the explosion and flew towards the cabin, throwing a burst of metal fragments.
The shells fired by the macro cannon pierced through one side of the Curse of Blood. The roaring wind and shrapnel tore the upper church, and the white-hot shrapnel splattered everywhere.
The shock wave threw Santo Joel off the console and hit the wall.
His head was groggy and he might have fainted on the spot if he hadn't been wearing a helmet, but fortunately he had enough strength to stay still, because if he fell on the deck he might have died in the cold void.
He then slammed reflexively, his fist piercing through the walls of the reactor chamber, stabilizing him as he fell from gravity.
The echoes of the explosion roared around the room, the hull was completely destroyed, and the maze-like broken bulkheads and decks were completely exposed to the void, and then the air was sucked out of the cracks in the hull, and a burst of flames roared into the wound.
The debris produced by the explosion penetrated the containers of reactors No. 1 and No. 2, and reactor No. 1 even collapsed, which was too heavy for its broken foundation.
When the top of the reactor contacts the plasma lake, the plasma instantly melts through it, and the burning plasma forms an arc like a solar flare, which passes through the top of the reactor chamber with devastating energy, creeping through the streets and command platforms in batches.
The next second, a huge torrent spurted out from the lower half of the reactor, and the hot torrent flowed through the wound pipes and cables, covering the ground of the cabin.
Santo Joel realized that an object was falling toward him: that was his brother.
So he stretched out an arm and grabbed the shoulder of the falling warrior, and although its weight almost pulled Santo Joel off the wall, he held on.
The red spray paint on the warrior's armor was bubbling in the heat, and Santo Joel climbed up until it was flush with the broken head of the pavement.
Most of its walkway was torn off and thrown into the depths of the chamber, but the remaining one was enough to support a Space Marine's weight, and at the point where it connected to the chamber at the repair entrance, Santo Joel dragged the brother to the walkway and breathed a sigh of relief to see that he was still alive.
He then looked at the other side of the room, trying to find more survivors.
Santo Joel saw several Blood Knights clutched to an unsafe walkway and crawled towards an almost intact command platform, from which they could enter the passage above the room.
The first company commander himself was thrown to the top of the reactor No. 3 and was heading towards the top of the pipes and cables connecting it to the ceiling.
"Frank!"
Santo Joel shouted, the last air in the room was screaming, overheating, and the terrible sound was like a fire storm that destroyed everything.
"What the hell is going on?"
Santo Joel's voice was intermittent with the static disturbance.
"The enemy ship's macro cannon hits directly! Commander, report the loss!"
"Reactors 1 and 2 have broken down. Plasma is being released, and 3 is also coming soon-"
“Evacuate the area and I will shut down the subspace engine.”
"No! Can't close it! If this happens, we will definitely die! Bet!"
"Oh, okay, as you wish, the commander of the battle."
The last sentence Santo Joel heard reached his ears when reactor No. 2 exploded, and the internal pressure was too great for its failed structure.
A pure white plasma nova erupted, the structure of reactor 2 was destroyed, and swarms of plasma rushed towards nearby reactors, cutting off more maintenance channels. The sound was just a vibration spread through the wall attached to Santo Joel, like a roar from a giant while running away.
Later, the glare gradually disappeared, and Santo Joel saw a company captain curled up in the shock wave of the explosion, still holding on to reactor No. 3.
"Xieri, are you okay?"
"It's okay, the commander of the battle."
The company commander's voice was distorted so that he could hardly understand it.