The bright red fighter jet broke into the hangar platform of the Fateweaver with great violence. Even though the hangar platform of the Fateweaver was actually a relatively spacious type, after all, this was a standard ship of the Shatter-class WarMaster.
The number of aircraft carried is 180.
(Similar to the way the Chiss call their battleship Man-of-war, the Grisk call their battleship WarMaster... Ah, in short, the name of the country and the name of the battleship are all different in the Unknown Star Territory.
The weird thing, destroy it...)
However, no matter how spacious it is, compared to the speed and maneuverability of a fighter jet, this hangar platform is too narrow.
But... this dagger-shaped blood-red fighter jet about 30 meters long showed incredible flexibility. The fighter jet actually moved around inside the hangar, bombarding it with the help of six laser cannons installed in the front.
The fighter jets parked inside the hangar were destroyed one after another. The crew and ground staff were instantly carbonized and evaporated under the ultra-high temperature of the laser cannon, leaving the hangar in a mess.
Inside the bridge, General Yves was shocked. He couldn't care less. He grabbed the adjutant by the collar and roared: "Where did this fighter come from? What happened?!"
"No... I don't know. That fighter jet seemed to appear suddenly... I have no clue where it was before or how it flew here..." The adjutant was also sweating profusely.
After all, they are still a huge formation with 230 cruisers. Although they may be overwhelmed by 100,000 drones, they still cannot completely lose control of the battlefield. 230 battleship-level radars, at least for everything on the battlefield,
Everyone will have a minimum understanding.
However, no one knows where this fighter jet came from.
The USS Destiny Weaver was taking off fighter jets at the time, so the door of the hangar platform was wide open. However, the whole process from the appearance of the blood-red fighter jet to flying into the hangar took less than 3 minutes. If it hadn't been for the purpose of launching plasma torpedoes,
If so, I'm afraid it won't show up at all!
"Quick! Seal the hangar and send out the Marines! Blow up that fighter jet for me!" General Ive shouted.
"We should retreat quickly and protect Lord Gixtus to the rescue cabin..." The adjutant was interrupted by a slap from Admiral Ive before he could finish his words.
"Stupid guy! I'll let you lead the Marine Corps! Get out of here!" General Ive kicked him aside.
Go to the rescue capsule? Are you kidding? There are 100,000 drones outside!
Group after group of heavily armed Nilkaton soldiers rushed towards the hangar. The Nilkatons are a physically strong militarized race and are very capable among the client races under Gixtus.
The kind that fights, so it is the main race under his command.
At this time, the blood-red fighter jet had stopped wreaking havoc, was landing, and opened its hatch.
Without saying a word, several Marines directly raised the anti-aircraft missile and pressed the launch button! However, something terrible happened. As soon as the anti-aircraft missile was launched, it was directly fixed in mid-air by an invisible force, and then began to slowly turn around. In these Marines
With horrified eyes, he flew back.
Boom! Boom! Boom!!!
Several anti-aircraft missiles exploded inside the hangar, and the endless sea of fire immediately completely engulfed the place!
Bang!! Violent flames accompanied by a powerful shock wave erupted directly from the hangar door, forming a sea of fire in the corridor!
Those Marines didn't think about whether they would survive when they launched the missiles, so the result was actually about the same. There was a steady stream of Marines running towards us.
However, they saw a terrifying scene——
In the sea of fire that filled the sky, a person slowly walked out! The person was wrapped in a black cloak, and the shadow of the hood concealed his face, but you could still tell that he was a human being.
Although he looked short, the moment he walked out, there seemed to be a terrifying howl of ghosts and wolves in the minds of everyone present! However, there was no sound around him...
Darth Malthael!
Buzz~~~~~~A black lightsaber shot out from Darth Malthael's hand.
With a ferocious hilt over one meter long and a lightsaber emitting a strange black light, the weapon itself seems to be a terrible curse!
"Shoot! Shoot! Kill him!! Kill him!!!" The adjutant who had just arrived at the scene was frightened when he saw this scene. He pointed at the black cloak and shouted hysterically.
The surrounding Marines suddenly opened fire wildly, and countless lasers and bullets poured towards Darth Malthael.
There is no explosive technology in the unknown star field, so they use electromagnetic weapons and laser weapons.
However, this intensive attack was blocked by an invisible barrier about one meter in front of Darth Malthael, and he didn't even move a finger.
The corners of his mouth under the hood turned up slightly, revealing a chilling smile, "Ah... mind control has made you lose your fear. Hehehehehe... It's time for you to experience that long-lost feeling again.
"
He raised his hand and made a move, and the adjutant suddenly felt that his body was being pulled directly by an invisible force without control. Then, he saw that the surrounding scene was dislocated, as if it was divided into two.
What was split in two was his own body.
The jet-black lightsaber cut him open right in the middle!
"Kill! Kill! Kill him!!" The Nirkaton soldiers opened fire wildly, but it had no effect at all.
Darth Malthael just walked over, facing countless lasers and bullets, and came to the Marines. With a sharp sword, he chopped off the head of one person, then the second person, and the third person.
personal……
He seemed to enjoy this process very much, just killing all the soldiers who appeared in front of him with one sword after another.
"Hehehehe..." In that eerie laughter, Darth Malthael turned into a black smoke and shuttled through the crowd, and everyone in his path was separated from his head!
He did not go directly to the bridge, but first fought his way to the middle of the battleship. He looked at the hyperspace core in front of him, waved his hand, and all the surrounding instruments, soldiers, ventilation ducts, and cables were thrown towards the core.
!A dull explosion came, and the hyperspace core turned into a pile of scrap metal.
The hangar was destroyed, the hyperspace core was destroyed, and a hundred thousand drones were watching outside. Now the Fateweaver battleship has become a completely closed coffin.
And the game has just begun.
Darth Malthael sneered and squatted down, randomly took out a communicator among the layers of corpses he had just killed on the ground, pressed the button, and said slowly: "Tell me, where are you?"
?The Grisk."
A strange telepathy came, but Darth Malthael remained calm at all, and the telepathy was eliminated without a trace. He said to the communicator: "Don't do this to me.
, Grisk. Use your vocal organs to speak properly, if not, I wouldn't mind making a hole in your face."
A deep voice came from the communicator, "Grand Duke Ming Ming, Tang Xiao!" Although this voice was extremely angry, it sounded quite cultivated and magnetic, not like the voice a villain should have - gloomy and hoarse.
"How dare you come here alone! You madman," the voice continued.
"Because I'm really curious about you, Grisk people. And... look, didn't I give you a chance? Face me." Darth Malthael's smile was eerie, his hood
Under the shadow, a pair of pupils shining with golden light are clearly visible!
"I'm waiting for you here. In my palace." The voice said, "I'm waiting for you, Grand Duke Li Ming, Tang Xiao."
At the same time, the Marines who were looking fierce just now and looking like they wanted to tear Darth Malthael into pieces suddenly stopped, even though Darth Malthael continued to chop several more people.
, they did not waver at all.
Then, these people stepped back and stood on both sides of the corridor, bowed and made way for them.
"Here, you should call me... Darth Malthael with fear." Darth Malthael tilted his head, only to see the bodies of hundreds of soldiers in this corridor without warning.
If he falls down, he will die on the spot!
Darth Malthael did not bother to do anything to these soldiers who had obviously been directly controlled and turned into dolls. He had no interest in doing so.
He was welcomed by these people all the way to the bridge of the Fateweaver.
The fleet commander, Admiral Yves, was waiting on the bridge. When he saw Darth Malthael approaching, he stood up and saluted, and said in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "I am the commander of the agent fleet of the coordinator Lord Gixtus, Admiral.
Yves, you..."
"Go away." Darth Malthael raised his hand and pushed him aside lightly, but looked at a fully enclosed cabin on the floor above the bridge. During the one or two seconds of this action, Yi
The body of the husband-admiral began to wither and shriveled up visibly to the naked eye, and finally fell to the ground and turned into a horrific mummy.
Darth Malthael looked at the cabin and said with a smile: "Do you want to come out by yourself, or let me drag you out."
The tightly sealed outer wall of the fully enclosed cabin suddenly cracked open and a door appeared, and then dozens of heavily armed Grisk warriors came out.
These Grisk warriors wear combat armor, hold laser rifles, and each wears a terrifying-looking mask.
It is worth mentioning that these masks were originally supposed to be complete, but now, the right side of the mask has been artificially destroyed. Burning, cutting, and various methods have destroyed the right side of the mask in an extremely hideous manner.
A sharp contrast to the intact left side.
These soldiers came out, split the two sides of the cabin door, and raised their guns to point at Darth Malthael without any scruples. They were also unafraid of the god of death who had just killed the battleship.
To be honest, this was the first time Darth Malthael had truly seen Grisk combatants in the past few months since the war with the Grisk Hegemony. He could feel the power of these people.
There is no doubt that these people are warriors who have experienced hundreds of battles, and as Grisk people, they all possess extremely powerful telepathic abilities.
According to the capabilities displayed by the Grisk people, just such a guard of dozens of people can easily destroy a planet!
And what kind of existence is the person who drives such a star-killing guard...
Darth Malthael looked towards the hatch door, his eyes full of twisted anticipation, excitement, and bloodlust!
A Grisk man wearing silver combat armor, a tall hat, and holding a long sword made of an unknown alloy sat on a suspended throne and slowly floated out.
He looked down at Darth Malthael and said coldly: "I am the senior coordinator of Grisk's hegemony, Gixtus. First time meeting you, His Excellency the Grand Duke of Dawn."
"Tell me, where is your home planet?" Darth Malthael got straight to the point.
"Both of us standing here control the life and death of countless people, countless planets, and countless civilizations. But your opening remarks seem to be interrogating me." Gixtus replied coldly, "We
The conversation between them can determine the future direction of the Chissland, as well as the diplomacy between the Grisk Hegemony and the Principality of Dawn. I hope you will consider your words carefully."
"Then let me change the subject." Darth Malthael groped inside his cloak, "Should you follow me yourself, or should I chop off your head and take it away in my pocket?"
After saying that, he directly threw a metal collar out of his cloak. This was the collar that the protoss used to imprison the Grisk prisoners before.
Gixtus was obviously irritated, but he still suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice: "You should know that there is still a lot of room for maneuver between the Dawn Principality and the Grisk Hegemony, even now.
, even a space for collaboration.”
Darth Malthael sighed, "You don't seem to be aware of the current situation, Grisk. I am standing here, which means you have lost. What is left to discuss is how you stand under my feet.
Praying for death... and death is a luxury item that, generally speaking, I am not willing to give away easily."
Gixtus looked as usual. He obviously controlled his emotions very well, especially in front of the Duke of Dawn. As the senior coordinator of Grisk's hegemony, he couldn't lose his dignity.
He said: "You have also seen that this fleet is just a miscellaneous army, far from the real power of the Grisk Hegemony. The Overlord already knows what is happening here, and he is unwilling to confront the Principality of Dawn, but the same
, this does not mean that we will be afraid of you. And this is my last... warning to you."