Chapter 179 The war begins (Thanks to CodeVision boss for being the leader!!)
“If they want it, let them come.”
The enemy’s bomber formation has attacked Wuhan twice The Spear of Dread had severely damaged it both times, and now the bridge was in ruins and half the officers were dead.
The array of cogitators is melting and smoking.
The sound of air leaks could be heard from time to time in the hole-ridden compartment. The servitors were still tied to their original positions with cables, and oil and blood flowed from them.
"Three targets are approaching."
The technical priest, covered in blood, grabbed the main console, and a corpse fell next to it.
"Fire at all targets."
With a scar on his forehead and looking like he had fallen a few times, Midas leaned on the bridge railing and pressed the speaker The alarm is sounding continuously.
The hull rocked again as it fired.
He has ordered the ship to be abandoned, but he will not leave until the end.
The Spear of Fear lies in front of the pursuing Ork fleet, flanked by the last three friendly ships - they are as fragile as leaves in the face of the oncoming storm.
Just half an hour ago, he took advantage of Ork's greedy mentality and first ordered the fleet to lower its firepower to lure the enemy closer. Then, before the enemy ship was about to jump ship, he fired out all the torpedoes.
Their results were pretty good. At least five green-skinned battleships were wiped out in the overwhelming torpedo bombing.
But this obviously also angered the commander of the Ork fleet.
"Two targets hit."
The first mate's voice was still high.
“But there are two targets that have arrived at a relatively close distance. The signal recognition results indicate that they are most likely to be flying aircraft.”
“Concentrate fire on one of the targets!”
Midas looked at the holographic projection of the battlefield again. Under the interference of strong energy fluctuations, the signal was somewhat blurred.
He watched helplessly as the Orks turned one ship trying to warp into fiery shards, and another turned around to engage, only to be torn apart as soon as it opened fire.
The threat rune representing the stranded ship continued to expand in his eyes.
"Try to contact Captain Michel."
The green-eyed communications officer was bleeding, half of his face was stained with blood, but he didn't bother to wipe it, nodded and continued. responsibility.
Suddenly, the battleship shook again.
"The void shield has completely failed! It cannot be restored!"
"We are in contact, sir!"
The voice of the communications officer sounded, and Midas immediately opened the link, but the incoming The sound is interfered with and very distorted.
Michelle is also driving a ship of the Indomitable class, but her service age is shorter than that of the Fearless Spear. The two of them graduated from the same naval school and are both comrades and friends.
"Medias!"
Michelle's voice was almost a scream, and Midas could hear a harsh friction sound, like hail hitting metal plates - it was the sound of bullets hitting armor.
"The enemy has boarded our battleship!"
Another harsh sound, this time like a heavy hammer breaking a bell.
Midias’s heart tightened and he shouted quickly:
“Abandon the ship and escape!”
"Escape? Where do you want us to escape?"
Michelle laughed deeply, and Midas looked at the holographic image.
“I won’t run away, man, I will keep moving forward and kill as many aliens as possible.”
In Midas’ memory, Michelle has always been a bit reckless. , even without hesitation.
But at that moment, he still smiled.
"Then I wish you good luck, my friend."
After a while, only the sound of raindrops hitting the armor answered him.
"The same goes for you, Midas, let's meet again under the emperor's throne."
After a while, the other party replied dullly, and then cut off the communication.
Suddenly, a crash shook the Fearless Spear and threw Midas to the ground.
Some of the armored portholes were shattered, glass and metal swirled in the bridge, and air leaked out, making a whooshing sound. Dead men and women were everywhere, and blood was flying in the air.
As the air continues to decrease, warnings for oxygen levels and air pressure also sound on the bridge.
"Main engine failure! The enemy's gang has seized the launch track."
"Port side to the enemy."
Midas stood up and wiped the blood from his eyes. As a result, his entire gloves were stained red.
"All the remaining personnel are armed and have them stand by outside the flank protected by starboard armor."
"Sir, what about you?"
"I'm right there. This."
Several green-skinned small battleships and the Fearless Spear completed their embrace in the collision of steel and flames. The aliens rushed into the ship and fought with the armed crew.
But they didn't know that the remaining weapons of the Fearless Spear were aimed at the incoming Ork warships.
Lance spears and plasma broke shields at short range, tore apart armor, and hit the greenskin ships that tried to join the gang, breaking some of them into pieces.
But the rest remained unmoved, and without hesitation smashed through the outer armor of the Fearless Spear like a huge wave, spitting out the cargo it carried inside.
Midias couldn't see the specific situation, but he could feel my ship shaking. The greenskins boarded his ship and attacked in depth.
Although the defense forces are scattered, they all carry unswerving determination.
Weapon servitors were fortified at each connected node, guarding the space in front of them with a large number of explosive bombs.
The human crew used shotguns and laser guns to fight against the enemy, and some slave workers acted as a reserve team, ready to be thrown into critical battle situations at any time.
This is a difficult battle, and everyone has to stay. Whether they are ordinary crew members or officers, they all understand this.
The greenskins believed that they were fighting tenaciously and vowed to crush the defenders into pieces. They continued to invest more and more power.
The Fearless Spear is dying, but Midas wants his enemies to know that they will pay the price for its death.
"Are you ready?"
He looked at the technical priest, who got up from the blood-filled console and nodded.
"Ready."
"Thank you."
Simple words are not enough to express full respect, but after listening to his words, the technical priest was speechless , just put the gear pendant on the chest tightly in front of the forehead.
He was saying his final prayers.
Medias nodded and opened the communication channel. The remaining communication array will transmit his words to the remaining living people.
At this moment, on the tactical panel, Michelle's ship has turned into a sun, dragging a warship several times larger than it to die together in the void.
“I am Midas.”
In the communicator, his voice seemed very calm.
Midas paused, wanting to say more, but didn't know what to say.
"Everything is as the Emperor wishes."
After he finished speaking, he cut off the communication, and after a second of silence, he gave the final order to the Tech-Priest.
“Now!”
Five seconds later, the dying Tech-Priest completed his last mission.
Midas remembered that he had never questioned his orders, and had no doubts or excitement about his requests. For each of them, he now only has admiration.
The Fearless Spear's plasma reactor begins to overload.
At first, it remained intact, floating in the dark void, surrounded by Ork landing ships.
A moment later, there was an earth-shattering explosion, and those who were still in the ship were vaporized together with their enemy, the Orcs!
The plasma flames erupted from the sun-hot core licked the surrounding space. Huge armor fragments flew everywhere with the explosion, and the impact also hit the Ork battleship not far away. , breaching the defensive field, burning out sensors and rangefinders, rendering them deaf and blind.
But in any case, this small conflict seems to be over -
"We are late..."
(End of this chapter)