The Spirits are focusing on attacking the main ships of the Plague Fleet. Most of the multi-layer energy barriers on the warships have been stripped and collapsed under constant attacks.
It will be completely invalid soon.
One of the robbers flashed in the vantage point of the subject observation window, and then suddenly appeared like a thin short sword inserted into the black bone.
Its weapon array destroyed part of the front shield protecting the bow of the Finale ship, and then flashed away in an incredible smooth dance move.
"Light Spear."
Teffons' voice was soft and terrifying, like a crazy lullaby.
The crew members were eager to obtain targeting programs and worked hard to maintain long enough for the weapon to start and fire.
The Dark Elves warships were lifeless, slender and long, and kept disappearing into shadows and interference, and fired again after a moment.
Taifons trusted his crew and his ship more.
A smaller raiding ship drifted too close to the Finale, trying to replicate the last attack and fire the left wing of the ship.
Suddenly, the anger released by the two light spears jointly pierced into the alien spacecraft, liquefied its fragile upper structure, causing it to explode in a purple smoke, turning into a pile of rotating fragments, like broken black glass.
Taifons participated in enough void duels to fight against alien fleets and Imperial fleets. To deal with these aliens, they had to catch them when they were drowning in their greed for a moment.
However, they are still in large numbers, and they are local combat. After being damaged, they can withdraw from the battle and return to the port of Comoros for quick repairs.
If delaying, it would be of no benefit to the Plague Fleet, Typhonse casually glanced at the tactical holographic images projected from the handrail of the throne and understood this.
Need to jump help?
Taifons also rejected this plan. This is Ada's old home. They have unlimited troops. The 14th Legion is at a disadvantage in quantity here. What's more, they have a giant like the Ark, and there is no advantage to the Jump Gang.
Instead, they have to be wary of Ada's jump gang, and groups of dark elves will spread like cancer in the fleet, slaughtering thousands of crew members, and drag survivors into a darker fate in their twisted city.
However, Typhonse never expected to win the war with fleets and soldiers.
"Run into the enemy's formation."
Typhons ordered that a series of heading amendments were clicked and sent to the crew.
"Let's rush into the enemy."
"But, Master!"
An officer subconsciously argued.
"In order to keep up with their speed, our engines can no longer be faster. Ships with tonnage like ours cannot be with-"
A crisp sound cut through the air and calmed the man down.
He froze, convulsing, a thread of blood and brain gushed out of his left eye, and a black fly pierced his skull with a tail needle.
Then the poisonous insect trembled its tail, quickly retracted the needle, and flew back into the nest on Taifons' body.
The officer fell on the deck like a broken puppet, twitched for a few times, and stopped moving.
"Run into the enemy's formation."
Typhons repeated, his voice becoming unusually deep, shaking the entire deck trembled, and the crew hurriedly obeyed his orders.
Then the company commander lowered his head slightly, and saw the man's shadow peeling off from his body, and his soul was torn and dragged into another world by thousands of invisible hands. He laughed at it.
“Twist it in the reserve room.”
Taifons made a gesture to a rotten servant next to him that no biomass will be wasted on the End.
A man in a grey ragged cloak was dragging his body away, leaving a faint black stain on the deck, and Taifons was immersed in the scene where the mortal soul was swallowed by a conscious storm until a series of violent collisions spread throughout the hull of the Final, bringing his attention back to the present.
Typhons blinked, the impact was different from the crackling bombardment made by an alien energy weapon.
It's a sharper, more harsh sound, like a hungry beast ripping.
"Owner!"
A mutant with a mouth full of deformed teeth screamed:
"The enemy's Ark World is attacking us."
When the energy tendrils emitted by this planet-sized warship wrapped around the End, the hull suddenly made a rattle of ups and downs.
“Continue to move forward and speed up.”
Typhons said in an indisputable voice.
At this time, other warships of the Plague Fleet also came to escort the Finale. They used fierce attacks to hit the shield of the Ark World, forcing them to retreat to the protection of their own fleet.
When the Zhongyan approached the formation of the Spiritual Clan, the huge flames around it were no longer a single storm, but a gathering of many storms.
"Dried trees are growing--"
Whispering this sentence, the corrupted Ether Fortress suddenly appeared on the battlefield.
In an instant, a demonic whirlwind was swept up in the formation of the spirits, hitting the radial cloud of light and the pus storm mixed with blood. The edges of the storm rubbed against each other in catastrophic thunder, and matter suddenly appeared in it and then was destroyed, as quickly as its birth.
The End of the World rushed directly into the madness of the center of the storm, and the turbulence was then replaced by a violent impact.
The alarm sound whizzed across the bridge, and the bridge crew had to shout loudly to make the sound heard through the hustle and bustle that wanted to shake the warship superstructure into atoms.
Typhons stared at the bottomless pit of the storm that was devouring them, and the turbulence was surging enough to throw mortals off the console, and the zombies of the slammed into each other, with huge roars and crackling veins of light passing through the hull, and the intertwined alarms and whistles condensed into disgusting low sounds.
But in the same way, the Eldar fleet was affected even more, and small warships were constantly torn apart by demon storms.
But at this moment, Typhonse closed his eyes.
A clear and clear whisper stinged his spiritual vision. The Lord of the Destruction Fly Nest suddenly opened his naked eyes as he heard the increasingly loud voice in his head.
Dead trees are growing-
He stood up from the throne and walked to the bridge observation window. He could see the poor spirits gathered in their battleships, crying loudly in fear, while the kind-hearted children laughed and spit out thick smoke and fog.
Even the Ark World is no exception, with mist circling around the tower, spiraling up to the top of the spiritual bone sail.
At this time, the Zhongyan also reached its limit. The shaking hull was like a world where geological structures were on the verge of collapse. The headache-inducing colors made people lose all their senses. The brilliance of the shield trembled, and its surface cracked into pieces in the form of lightning, disappearing into the storm of primitive perception around it.
Soon, the cracks continued to extend and spread across the dome like a spider web.
The next moment, all the pressure disappeared, and finally the Yanhu broke through the storm created by the Ether Fortress.
Comoros are right in front of you!
Taifons gasped in excitement, and his face reflected the eternal darkness of the void.
Then he turned and walked down the bridge, his boots pounding the stairs, and said to Newcryan Rotis not far away:
"Call all companies and carry out landing operations in five minutes! Tell everyone that the supreme glory is waiting for us all!"
Newryan Rotis turned his head and looked into the distance. The main force of the Plague Fleet was still fighting against the Spirits. Now the Zhongyan was on the full range of battles, and some people must be left to protect the giant ship.
Does Typhonse think he can create miracles with this little bit of people?
Newcrion Rothis smiled coldly. Since this guy is so arrogant, let him go. In the end, he still has to rely on the Primrose to clean up the mess.