Chapter 2018 Head-to-head confrontation
2019, Head-to-head confrontation
The bright red fighter jet broke into the hangar platform of the Fateweaver very roughly, even though the hangar platform of the Fateweaver was actually It is a relatively spacious type. After all, the standard carrier-based aircraft of this Shatter-class WarMaster is 180.
(Similar to the fact that the Chiss call their battleship Man-of-war, the Grisk call their battleship WarMaster... Ah, in short, the name of the country or the battleship in the Unknown Star Territory The names are all kinds of weird, 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 crew were instantly carbonized and evaporated under the ultra-high temperature of the laser cannon, leaving the hangar in a mess.
In the bridge, General Yves was shocked. He didn’t care much. 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.
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 will at least have a minimum understanding of everything on the battlefield.
However, no one knows where this fighter came from.
The Fateweaver battleship was taking off fighter jets at the time, so the hatch of the hangar platform was wide open. However, the entire process from the appearance of this blood-red fighter jet to the moment it flew into the hangar took no more than 3 minutes. If this fighter jet hadn't fired plasma torpedoes, it probably wouldn't have appeared 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 Master 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 cabin? Are you kidding? There are 100,000 drones out there!
Group after group of heavily armed Nilkaton soldiers rushed towards the hangar. The Nirkatons are a physically strong militarized race. Among the client races under Gixtus, they are very capable of fighting, so they are his main race.
At this time, the blood-red fighter jet had stopped wreaking havoc, was landing and opening its hatch.
A few Marine soldiers directly set up the anti-aircraft missile and pressed the launch button without saying a word! However, something terrible happened. As soon as the anti-aircraft missile was launched, it was directly fixed in mid-air by an invisible force. Then it began to slowly turn around and flew back in front of the horrified eyes of these Marines.
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 and a powerful shock wave spurted 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 similar. There was a steady stream of Marines running towards this side.
However, they saw a terrifying scene -
In the sea of fire, a person slowly walked out! A man was wrapped in a black cloak, and the shadow of the hood obscured his face, but he 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...
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, Yelling 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 the mouth under the hood were slightly raised, and a chilling smile appeared, "Ah... mind control has made you lose your fear. Hehehehehe... It's time for you to experience it again, It’s a long-lost feeling.”
He raised his hand, and the adjutant suddenly felt that his body was being pulled directly by an invisible force out of control, and then he saw the surrounding scene appear. Dislocated, as if split into two.
What was split in two was his own body.
The dark lightsaber cut him open right in the middle!
"Kill! Kill! Kill him!!" The Nirkaton soldiers fired wildly, but it had no effect at all.
Darth Malthael just walked over, facing countless lasers and bullets, and came to the Marines. He chopped off a man's head with a sword, and then The second person, the third person...
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's heads were separated wherever he passed! 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, equipment, soldiers, ventilation ducts, and cables were thrown towards the core. ! There was a dull explosion, 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 battleship Fateweaver has become a completely closed coffin.
And the game has just begun.
Darth Malthael crouched down with a sneer, 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? Grisker."
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 with me. , Grisk. Use your vocal organs to speak well. If not, I don’t mind making a hole in your face.”
A deep voice came from the communicator, “Grand Duke Dawn, Tang Xiao!" Although this voice was extremely angry, it sounded quite cultivated and magnetic, not like a villain's voice - gloomy and hoarse.
"How dare you come here alone! You madman." The voice continued.
"Because I am really curious about you, Grisk people. And... look, didn't I give you a chance? Face me." Darth Malthael's The smile was eerie, and under the shadow of the hood, a pair of golden pupils were clearly visible!
"I'm waiting for you here. In my palace." The voice said, "I'm waiting for you, Grand Duke Mingming, 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 with fear...Darth Malthael." Darth Malthael tilted his head and saw only hundreds of soldiers in this corridor Without any warning, his body collapsed and he died 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. . In the course of a second or two of this action, Admiral Ive's body began to wither and shriveled up visibly to the naked eye, and finally fell to the ground and became a horrific mummy.
Darth Malthael looked at the cabin and said with a smile: "You come out on your own, or let me drag you out."
The tightly-fitted outer wall of the fully enclosed cabin On the door, a door suddenly opened and 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 sides of the masks have been artificially damaged. Burning, cutting, and various other methods destroyed the right side of the mask in an extremely hideous manner, which was in sharp contrast to the intact left side.
These soldiers came out, split the two sides of the cabin door, raised their guns and pointed them at Darth Malthael without any scruples. They were also concerned about this god of death who had just killed the battleship. No fear.
To be honest, this is the first time Darth Malthael has actually seen Grisk combatants in the past few months since the war with the Grisk Hegemony. He could feel the powerful aura on these people. There was no doubt that these people were warriors who had experienced hundreds of battles, and as Grisk people, they all possessed extremely powerful telepathic abilities.
According to the abilities 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 high hat, and holding a long sword made of an unknown alloy sat on a suspended throne and slowly floated out.
He looked at Darth Malthael condescendingly and said coldly: "I am the senior coordinator of the Grisk 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.
"The two of us standing here control the life and death of countless people, countless planets, and countless civilizations in our hands. And your opening remarks seem to be interrogating me." Gixtus said coldly Di replied, "The conversation between us can determine the future direction of the Chissland, as well as the diplomacy between Grisk Hegemony and the Principality of Dawn. I hope you will consider your words carefully."
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"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 speaking, he threw a metal collar directly from inside the cloak. This is clearly the collar that the protoss used to imprison those Grisk prisoners.
Jixtus was obviously irritated, but he still forcibly suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice: "You should know that the relationship between the Dawn Principality and the Grisk Hegemony, even now, is still tense. There is a lot of room for maneuver, and even room for cooperation."
Dass Malthael sighed, "You don't seem to be aware of the current situation, Grisk. Here, this means that you have lost. What remains to be discussed is how you pray for death at my feet... and death is a luxury that I am generally not willing to give away easily."
Jixtus 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."
(End of this chapter)