Extreme Star Domain, Demet Star Zone, Pandora Galaxy
"It has jumped out of the sub-space!"
Amid the loudspeaker amplification on the command deck, the massacre-class cruiser [Great Huron] broke out from his twisted rage and crashed into the reality of matter again, leading the Red Pirates' squadron into the Pandora Galaxy and to the Star Kyris on the edge of the galaxy.
Behind it, the murder-class cruiser [Death Blade], the redemption-class cruiser [Never Confession], and the three heretic-class plundering ships of the Red Wrath Team.
At this time, nearly half a year has passed since the Battle of Pandora started, and during this period the Empire has been fighting a protracted war of attrition with the Black Legion fleet in the asteroid belt.
But now, under the repeated urging of Abaddon, a force that is about to change the situation of the battle has emerged.
The commander of this fleet, war lord Oneus Praid, was fully armed, wearing red armor, standing behind the porthole, pressing one hand against the thick armored glass, and the window formed the right eye socket of the huge stone skull on the bow of the ship.
He was once a company commander of the Red Scorpion Team, but he defected to Huron and became a traitor. As for the reason, only he and Huron knew, and no one dared to ask.
But no matter what, Praid had abandoned his former glory and instead threw himself into the arms of chaos, replacing the eagle emblem with the eight-pointed star. As for his appearance, he had not changed much, and he was still cold and calm.
"The fleet maintains its course."
Under his command, the small raiders quickly arranged with arrows.
Soon, the repeater light set on the control panel below the window made a clicking sound and changed, indicating that all the warships of the fleet had arrived.
Praid's deputy looked up at his commander and said carefully:
"My Lord, the fleet is ready to follow your latest orders."
The war lord nodded and still stood there silently observing the void around him.
After a while, the adjutant felt it was necessary to say it again.
"My Lord, shouldn't we be ordered to support the Black Legion immediately when we arrive?"
Praid suddenly grinned.
"Ah, Eton, it would be rude for the guests to enter the stage too early from outside. I must respect the war coach and let them harvest more honors and blood from the pseudo-Emperor, otherwise we will make the war coach angry."
The adjutant immediately realized the essence of his superior's words.
"That's right, let those Black Legions who are above the top fight against the Empire for a while and shed more blood before they will pay attention to our role."
Upon hearing this, Praid's smile continued to expand.
“Of course, sometimes it takes them to realize that these require strategies.”
"Then...how long do we have to wait, my Lord?"
An unpredictable smile appeared on Praid's scarred face, and he turned around and left the observation window.
"Then let's do it."
Suddenly, the bridge bell made!
Praid's face suddenly changed. This was a signal of the enemy's situation, but there should not be enemies here!
"Report! Scan to the enemy's large fleet!"
Praid hurried to the podium and growled:
"Tell me the specific numbers!"
"At...at least twenty ships!!!"
This number scared Praid, and he subconsciously thought that the second fleet of the empire had arrived.
“What number?”
"The signal source is.....Knight of the Astral Realm!"
Praid was stunned in place as if struck by lightning.
"The Knights of the Astrology... How could it be them? How could it be them!?"
No one responded to his roar, and everyone was confused. Who would have expected that the Knight of the Astrology would suddenly appear in the distant extreme star field?
But there was not much time left for them to react. A huge fleet emerged from the void. The huge Eternal Loyalty was rushed in front. The sky eagle emblem on the head filled Praid's entire vision, making his hands and feet cold-
Why didn't they notice each other at such a close distance?
While he was still in doubt, the other party had already opened fire.
The silver-white light spear shot out from the bow of the Soul Unbound, and countless shells followed closely. The raging firepower that was enough to destroy the city first stirred up a burst of diffuse ridges on the unprepared void shield of the Death Blade, and then hit its unprepared hull like a rain of fire.
The Eternal Loyal fired a volley of macro cannons, and the terrifying power released instantly turned the murder-class cruiser into a pile of burning ruins in the void.
Then, the main guns of other cruisers dismembered the dead blade like scalpels.
In just one minute, the Red Pirates' battleship was broken into pieces.
"Retreat! Retreat with all your strength!!"
Although he knew that the chance of surviving was not high, Praid still wanted to make a try. He ordered small warships to stop the enemy and gain time for the main force.
But he ignored the fact that the Red Pirates are pirates-
For a moment, all the small warships abandoned their main forces and fled without waiting for his orders. They ignored him, the commander of the fleet, and even the Unconfession, left the Great Huron, the slowest-speed, to escape by themselves.
This time, Praid became the queen of the palace.
On the bridge, the weapon supervisor and artillery supervisors issued various orders to their telephones at the top of their lungs, and the ridge fortress illuminated by the flames filled the entire image of the imager.
Countless projectiles still fell on the shield of the Great Huron like rain, but the warship just tried to turn around without any retaliation.
The gravity generator tried its best to keep up with the rhythm of the warship's steering, but still pushed many people to the ground. Only the Space Marine relied on the magnetic lock on the combat boots to keep standing.
But everyone's face was not good.
Suddenly, the firepower against the Great Huron weakened, and Praid then realized that the other party was not letting him go.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! They want to leave all the main forces of the Red Pirates, so they will divide some of their strength to chase and kill the No Repentance.
The Non-Repentance Number is now like a small boat in a storm, struggling to start the subspace engine.
At this time, the Heart of Light, which had already set its sights on, took action.
As an ancient disaster-class battleship, it has the most terrifying array of light spears in the imperial naval sequence. When several large arrays of light spears fire at the same time, they gathered into a line, making the void look like it was cut.
In just one moment, it broke through all the barriers that were trying to block, causing a small explosion near the bridge of the Never Confession.
The technology behind this beam of light is so ancient. Although the disaster-level multi-light spear turret technology has been lost, it has performed its due effect today. The blue and white scorching energy cleanly penetrated the enemy's void shield.
And this is everything the White Temple needs.
The moment the Void Shield was extinguished, several frigates quickly stuck on it, and then fired a series of landing torpedoes.
Praid also saw this scene, and immediately gritted his teeth and gasped in anger:
"They will never confess if they want to take away!"
At this time, the last message from the bridge from the Never Confession Bridge suddenly echoed.
"Sir, the enemy's large number of Terminators boarded the ship, request-"
The news broke, leaving only the sizzling white noise, and Praid knew that the Redemption-class cruiser was no longer helpful.
And he himself—
Looking at the approaching enemy ships, feeling the tremor of the armor being torn by artillery fire from the soles of his feet, listening to a series of bad news such as engine failure, shield failure, and power system overload, the war lord of the Red Pirate Praid pulled out the Seiko Power Sword at his waist, smiled miserably, and issued the final order.