From the huge green-skinned battleships emerged from the subspace to the Amydodon Orbital Defense Station, the situation began to take a sharp turn for the worse in just a few minutes.
Everyone had expected that even the Governor of the Planet still didn't know what was going on.
Who would have thought that Greenskin would appear without warning at the edge of a galaxy that is crucial to the empire and head straight for the core planet - this is the empire's large industrial world and an important node in the navigation channel. Countless manufacturing plants responsible for providing ammunition to the Astat Legion are spread all over the galaxy.
Now, there is only an orbital defense station between the green-skinned ship and the planet.
But this responsibility is too heavy for Major General Lawrence Montoya, who has hardly ever been on the battlefield.
Although he is standing on the edge of the command platform, straightening his back, with his hands behind him, looking down at the bridge, looking calm, only he himself knows the panic in his heart.
Other staff, crew members and officers were also focused on their work.
The contact signals on the wall flickered desperately, the array of contemplators had calculated the possibility and reached clear conclusions.
Major General Lawrence Montoya is well aware of the combat capabilities of his combat space station. Despite his good firepower, this is far from enough to stop the Greenskin's offensive.
Therefore, he could only silently curse these damn green skins in his heart, and curse the detector operators who deserve to eat shit - why the enemy didn't even notice it when they touched it!
During the emergency response of the orbital defense station, the only frigates on the orbit also responded, obeying Major General Lawrence Montoya's hopeless orders and attempting to maintain the blockade line.
But without their help, the track blockade will definitely be lost.
"Sir!"
The gunman shouted loudly from the cannon table.
"All weapon arrays are fully ready and the projectile is filled, the enemy ship has entered the range, and request to open fire."
Major General Lawrence Montoya took a deep breath and looked around the bridge once. How he hoped it was just a dream.
Then he looked at the gunman.
"Admitted fire."
The first volley hit the World Killer hard, the opponent's shield trembled due to the shelling, and the bow of the ship was flashing with a green light.
"Ha! Xiami has fought back!"
The Bone Brokener turned his head toward his helmsman and knocked the other person's head wearing a triangular cap, then pointed to the grainy, flashing holographic display.
"Keep the course and go toward the iron lump at full speed, hitting the speed."
"I understand, boss!"
The helmsman responded loudly, not picking up the fallen hat because a fart ran to pick it up.
Then, the Bone Brokener turned to the main communication array and shouted a series of commands to the shipboy with rusty headphones and curved microphone horns, then stepped on the deformed metal staircase to the command platform.
There, the mechanics were busy and stopped only when they were rubbing some grease from the main panel. The Bone Brokener came to the command platform and smashed the scarred green fist down the most conspicuous red button on the console with a bang.
Suddenly, the heavy metal bulkhead of the entire warship began to tremble and groaned and overspeeded the engine.
The sirens roared, and thousands of wild beasts roared forward as the World Killer rolled forward, while the cannons roared.
It seems that this huge waste ship is planning to hit the space station just like this.
The cannons at the orbital station were also flashing, and three heavy light spears were scattered to overload the bow shield of the World Killer in the amazing light.
After a few seconds, the flames bloomed on the ship's jagged shell.
Another macro cannon shell hit the head of the ship consisting of thick armored plates headed by the head, and more guns were launched and fired, causing a lot of damage, eventually breaking through the curved head deck more than ten meters and causing an explosion.
The explosion penetrated the surrounding walls of the warehouse, exposing part of the ship to the void.
The artillery commander of the orbital station control center locks the target as exposed weaknesses, and continuously fires to expand it.
While the barrage continues, the World Killer continues to move forward.
The space around it quickly stagnates with slowly rotating wreckage, with huge ship debris blowing and blowing away by ruthless blows – but the wreckage is not the only thing floating around the ship like clouds.
From hangars and silo hatches, green-skinned space vehicles and artillery fire of all shapes formed chaotic formations before their motherships.
The orbital station also fought back, and the Furious Interceptor took off from the hatch and exchanged fire with the rushing green bomber. The void between the two was soon torn apart by the flashing lasers, bullets and missiles during the exchange of fire between hundreds of fighter jets.
Major General Lawrence Montoya watched all this nervously.
The alien flagship is approaching, but it is already injured. In the enlarged picture, its bow is blown away by a shell.
The garbage-like ship seemed to tremble, wounded, and flames licked its flanks and burned its internal organs.
This was not what Major General Lawrence Montoya expected.
Green skin should have crushed them, they should strike along the side of the track station, break the Void Shield with powerful firepower, and then attack the track station with the landing cabin.
Once the opponent has overcome the first wave of attacks, he can hit the cannon raid orbital station, and everything is over.
Major General Lawrence Montoya even imagined that after he committed suicide with a pistol, the body was dragged down from the command platform and chopped.
But the green-skinned warship did not attack the orbital station.
Vector and process triangulation calculations of graphical experts and drawing contemplators show that the flagship of Greenskin is going to cross the orbital station.
When he realized what was going on, Major General Lawrence Montoya felt relieved in a moment of embarrassment.
This emotion was immediately suppressed by a mixture of shock and anger—
Because Greenskin didn't try to crush and occupy the orbital station, they just wanted to go over and they were going to Amigdon!!!
"Captain of guns!"
He shouted loudly to the officers of the weapon array.
"Can we stop the Greenskin battleship?"
"I'm afraid it's difficult, sir! The opponent's mass is too large and the speed is very fast. This thing is stronger than an asteroid meteorite. Our firepower cannot be completely intercepted!"
"Damn it!"
Major General Lawrence Montoya cursed the alien's cunning while watching the green-skinned battleship accelerate.
The thin blockade line can no longer stop the other party.
"All warships, do whatever they can to stop the green-skinned warships! If you don't work, just bump into me!"
As a last resort, he had to issue death orders to several frigates and sacrifice these warships in exchange for planetary safety.
If this thing falls to the ground, no matter what Green Skin will do next, at least his head will not be able to be saved.
Soon, the frigates tried to get up and block the behemoth, but their tonnage was like the difference between trout and shark compared to the world killer.
But in a moment, two frigates began to disintegrate under the continuous attacks of the world killers.
Their internal deck burned first, then the ammunition bank boiled, reactor overloaded, plasma driven overloaded, and the end result was a series of explosions that blew up the entire ship, blasting their hulls and smashing their keels.