"There's no need to rush, there's plenty of time."
Hearing Taril's understatement, Rama's concubine straightened up, smiled and slowly swung her fan, stirring the surrounding air.
"It seems that you are very confident in this battle."
"After all, we are hunters this time, but to be honest, I don't think jumping gangs is a good choice. When they use psychic power unscrupulously, it is difficult to resist them with poison crystals, leaving other fools of the conspiracy to
Go and die, we just need to stay far away and enjoy the final fruits of victory. It is best to smash those idiots together with the white fools in the royal court."
"Haha, I know that the Supreme Overlord summoned so many conspiracies not just for the Dragon Nest. The Death Army has shaken his rule. He needs to weaken his competitors... They are a group of fools, worse than fools. They
They're just a bunch of stupid beasts."
She put away the fan and used it to make a few gestures on his cheek. The consul smiled, reached out and gently pushed the fan aside, and explained in a low voice:
"They're just excited, and that's how it should be. It's going to be a really nice outing, don't you think? Look at this, how beautiful all this destruction is."
"Then the Supreme Overlord can definitely guarantee that these forces can destroy the Eternal Royal Court's fleet?"
Tahrir sighed,
"What do you think the conspiracy has been doing all these years? If we couldn't even investigate these, our heads would have been cut off by our opponents long ago."
In the past, he would be angry, but today he just smiled tolerantly. He didn't know why he was in such a good mood. Then he led his concubine to the tactical display stand. The chained slaves squatted under the display stand and passed through them.
Various implants operated the device, and with each tap of their pale, slender fingers, the entire Nebula Belt and what awaited the revelers there became clear.
"Since the fall of the Great, this may be the largest civil war in the Ada race. Even if the empire falls and the old gods fall, we are still killing each other under the witness of the ancient stars. Isn't it so interesting? We always
There’s so much joy in self-destruction.”
Staring at the huge Stygian Light Butterfly, Tariel's eyes were a little obsessed.
"It must have been a unique beauty to destroy it."
"Then why not just take possession of it?"
"Because there must be something very scary up there, maybe an ape with phoenix wings."
At this time, a cabal warrior in charge of communications let out a low hiss.
"Master, all enemy fleets have entered the planned attack circle."
"Retreat to the predetermined position."
Soon, the ships of the Black Heart Cabal began to evacuate, and the Tears of Heaven fleet was in hot pursuit. Dazzling lasers, plasmas, ghost-like missiles, and various types of fighter jets filled the air in the chase.
Void.
Ships continued to explode, throwing the people inside into the cold void and into the greedy maw of the Thirsty Lady, but in general, the ships of the Black Heart Cabal suffered absolute losses due to their small tonnage, and it was difficult for them to attack them.
They can sink a small ship of the opponent, and their speed and maneuverability make it difficult to dodge the shots from the opponent's capital ship.
boom--
A crisp explosion shook the bridge. Tariel ignored the nervous damage reports and still watched the formation movements of the Tears of Heaven.
Soon, they arrived at the edge of the nebula belt.
"Master, do you want to send a signal——"
Tahrir raised his hand.
"Don't worry, wait, wait, and see if they still have a fleet."
Just a few minutes later, a nervous voice sounded.
"Second fleet discovered!"
Taril's thin and gloomy face forced a satisfied smile.
"I knew they just had some basic knowledge of naval warfare."
"The enemy fleet is attacking from the flank, trying to outflank our army!"
"That's right. Since we attack, we have to eat it in one bite. Otherwise, what's the difference between winning and losing? It's just a fleet. If we want to run away, we can still run away... This time the number is right.
"
Soon, this squadron of Tears of Heaven attacked from the flank of the Black Heart Conspiracy. At this point, all 138 ships of the Tears of Heaven fleet appeared, which was consistent with the digital intelligence obtained by Tahrir.
As for the Starkiller fleet, according to the intelligence, they have not taken any action at all and are still patrolling various territories of the Eternal Court.
"Send a signal to Sanak, it's time to enter."
In the clouds covered with meteorite ice and various star fragments, lurks a huge warship. Its lines are smooth and smooth, like a well-fed and drunk snake with its back arched. It has no color and no coat of arms.
It distorts the light around the hull, hiding in the distant light of the dying sun.
It is one of the galaxy's deadliest predators, undetectable by the senses of its prey.
At least, that's what its owner thinks.
For thousands of years, it has been sleeping in the secret shipyard of Comoros, and it was only recently awakened. As a super battleship built by the great nobles of Comoros in the past, these ships were given a unique name——
Doomsday wail.
Yes, they are the weapons of Blood God Kane, which also proves their power from the side.
Many of the weapons and equipment belong to lost technologies, and they are also rarely equipped with high-power energy shields, terrifying dark matter cannons and giant dissociation cannons, as well as hundreds of fighter jets.
However, due to the inability to use psychic energy, such a giant battleship requires a large number of manpower and high-level technicians to operate, and the cost of use is very high. In addition, plunder activities do not require such a huge and conspicuous battleship. In Comoros, it evolved from the aristocratic era to conspiracy.
After the Regiment Era, these giant ships used as the main force in decisive battles lost their effectiveness, and were eventually divided up by various conspiracy groups, and fell asleep in the docks again.
On the observation deck of the battleship, Archon Sanak sat lazily on his command seat, shaking a fan made of large bird feathers. He hoped to appear wise through this boring move.
"My arms are tired."
When he spoke, one of the several concubines who could hear him quickly stepped forward and took over his job.
He glanced lazily at his dedicated Haemon, who was surrounded by a large group of hunchbacked and masked tormentors. This terrifying monster was tall and thin, with most of its body hidden in the skin of a body that had been skinned alive and dried.
Under the robe sewn from bio-leather, the face is covered by a flesh mask that is constantly moving gently, its features changing at any time.
Tentacles made of mixed metal and muscle tissue stretched from his reinforced spine, and these abominable artificial limbs lifted him into the air, while his two withered legs were tied together by leather straps and swung freely beneath his body.
The Haemon's pet monkey squatted aside, silently watching its owner perform the operation. It was a thick beast, covered in muscles, with violent impulses from head to toe, but it used a method that Zanak could not understand at all.
He was barely restrained, wearing only a featureless iron helmet, reminiscent of a tormentor's mask, and a loincloth, exposing his long limbs and scarred skin.
"These monkeys are really getting more and more annoying the more I look at them."
Muttering in his mouth, he put his hand into the concubine's low-cut dress and rubbed it slowly, causing the other party to moan and snicker.
"Owner!"
An urgent voice came from not far away. Sanak retracted his hand and stood up. He didn't need to know what happened next.
"Send the signal! All ships attack! Let us hunt down these white fools who are mainly apes!"