Chapter 178 The battle begins (thanks to the leader of the CodeVision boss
"If they want it, let them come."
Enemy bomber formations have attacked the Fearless Spear twice, severely damaging it both times. The bridge is now in ruins and half of the officers have been killed.
The array of cogitators is melting and smoking.
The sound of air leaks could be heard from time to time in the riddled compartment. The servitors were still tied to their original positions with cables, and oil and blood flowed from them.
"Three targets are approaching."
The tech-priest, covered in blood, grabbed onto the main console as a corpse fell next to it.
"Fire at all targets."
Midas, who had a scar on his forehead and looked like he had fallen a few times, leaned on the railing of the bridge and used the loudspeaker to drown out the continuously sounding alarm.
The hull rocked again as it fired.
He has ordered the ship to be abandoned, but he will not leave until the end.
The Spear of Fear lay in front of the pursuing Ork fleet, flanked by the last three friendly ships - they were as fragile as leaves in the face of the oncoming storm.
Just half an hour ago, he took advantage of Ork's greedy mentality and first ordered the fleet to lower its firepower to lure the enemy closer. Then, just before the enemy ship was about to join forces, he fired out all the torpedoes.
Their results were pretty good. At least five green-skinned battleships were wiped out in the overwhelming torpedo bombing.
But this obviously also angered the commander of the Ork fleet.
"Hit two targets."
The first mate's voice was still high-pitched.
"But there are two targets that have arrived at a relatively close distance. According to the signal recognition results, there is a high probability that they are hopping aircraft."
"Focus on one of the targets!"
Midas looked at the holographic projection of the battlefield again. Under the interference of strong energy fluctuations, the signal was somewhat blurred.
He watched helplessly as the Orcs turned a ship trying to jump into blazing fragments, and another ship turned around to fight and was torn apart as soon as it opened fire.
The threat rune representing the stranded ship continued to grow in my eyes.
"Try to contact Captain Michel."
The green-eyed communications officer was bleeding, half of his face was stained with blood, but he didn't bother to wipe it, nodded and continued his responsibilities.
Suddenly, the battleship rocked again.
"The void shield has completely failed! It cannot be restored!"
"We are in touch, sir!"
The communications officer's voice sounded, and Midas immediately opened the link, but the incoming voice was interfered with and was very distorted.
Michelle also piloted a ship of the Indomitable class, but his service age was shorter than that of the Fearless Spear. The two of them graduated from the same naval school and were both comrades and friends.
"Medias!"
Michelle's voice was almost a scream, and Midas could hear a harsh friction sound, like hail hitting a metal plate - it was the sound of bullets hitting armor.
"The enemy has boarded our battleship!"
Another harsh sound, this time like a heavy hammer breaking a bell.
Midas' heart tightened and he shouted quickly:
"Quickly abandon the ship and escape!"
"Escape? Where do you want us to escape?"
Michelle laughed lowly, and Midas looked at the holographic image.
"I'm not going to run away, man. I'm going to keep moving forward and kill as many aliens as possible."
In Midas' memory, Michelle had always been a little reckless, even unscrupulous in speaking.
But at that moment, he still smiled.
"Then good luck to you, my friend."
After a while, only the sound of raindrops hitting the armor answered him.
"The same goes for you, Midas. See you again under the emperor's throne."
After a while, the other party gave a dull reply, and then the communication was cut off.
Suddenly, a crash shook the Fearless Spear and threw Midas to the ground.
Some of the armored portholes were shattered, glass and metal were swirling in the bridge, and air leaked out, making a whistling sound.
Dead men and women were everywhere, and blood was flying in the air.
As the air continues to decrease, warnings about oxygen levels and air pressure also sound on the bridge.
"Main engine failure! The enemy's gang has seized the launch track."
"Port side to the enemy."
Midas stood up and wiped the blood from his eyes. As a result, his entire gloves were stained red.
"All the remaining personnel are armed and have them stand by outside the flank protected by starboard armor."
"Sir, what about you?"
"I'm right here."
Several small green-skinned battleships and the Fearless Spear completed their embrace in the collision of steel and flames. The aliens rushed into the ship and fought with the armed crew.
But they didn't know that the remaining weapons of the Fearless Spear were aimed at the approaching Ork warships.
The light spears and plasma broke shields at short range, tore apart armor, and hit the greenskin ships trying to escape, breaking some of them into pieces.
But the rest were unmoved, and without hesitation, they smashed through the outer armor of the Fearless Spear like a giant wave, spitting out the cargo they carried inside.
Midas couldn't see the specific situation, but he could feel my ship shaking. The greenskins boarded his ship and attacked in depth.
Although the defense forces are scattered, they all carry unswerving determination.
Weapon servitors are fortified at each connected node, guarding the space in front of them with a large number of explosive bombs.
The human crew used shotguns and laser guns to fight against the enemy, and some slave workers served as a reserve team, ready to be thrown into critical battle situations at any time.
This is a difficult battle, and everyone must stay, whether they are ordinary crew members or officers, they all understand this.
The greenskins believed they were holding on and were determined to crush the defenders into pieces, so they continued to invest more and more power.
The Fearless Spear is dying, but Midas wants his enemies to know that they will pay the price for his death.
"Are you ready?"
He looked at the technical priest, who got up from the blood-filled console and nodded.
"Ready."
"Thank you."
Simple words were not enough to express full respect, but after listening to his words, the technical priest had no words and just placed the gear pendant on his chest close to his forehead.
He is saying his last prayers.
Midas nodded and opened the communication channel. The remaining communication array will transmit his words to the remaining living people.
At this moment, on the tactical panel, Michel's ship had turned into a sun, dragging a warship several times larger than it to die together in the void.
"I am Midas."
On the communicator, his voice sounded calm.
Midas paused and wanted to say more, but didn't know what to say.
"Everything is as the Emperor wishes."
After he finished speaking, he cut off the communication and gave the last order to the technical priest after a second of silence.
"It's now!"
Five seconds later, the dying Tech-Priest completed his last mission.
Midas remembered that he had never questioned his orders, and had no doubts or excitement about his requests. Now he only has admiration for each of them.
The Fearless Spear's plasma reactor begins to overload.
At first, it was still intact, floating in the dark void, surrounded by Ork landing ships.
An instant later, there was an earth-shattering explosion, and those who were still in the ship were evaporated together with their enemy, the Orcs!
The plasma flame erupted from the core as hot as the sun licked the surrounding space. Huge armor fragments flew everywhere with the explosion. The impact blast also hit the Ork battleship not far away, breaking the defensive field and burning it.
Removed sensors and rangefinders, rendering them deaf and blind.
But no matter what, this little conflict seems to be over——