Chapter 385 Surviving Death
The ship shook around him, and Octavia stayed still in her seat, watching the stars drifting in the monitor in front of her.
“They are moving.”
The navigator whispered.
"The Eldar warships tried to keep their distance."
Satimus stood next to the driver's seat, his wound still bandaged, and the scratches on his face even more red.
"Are you supposed to be here?"
Ottavia asked, inadvertently looking more like a Terran noble than before.
The other party ignored the question.
"I don't see how you figured out that you saw them moving, a little red dot in the dark."
She didn't look away from the screen.
"I just can."
A few followers are on the other side of the pool, guarding the hatch.
Suddenly, one of them approached, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the damp room.
"Miss."
Octavia glanced at the bandages.
"What's the matter?"
"The hatch has been sealed, and the Fourth Fierce Claw has sent a message to ensure that this level will not be invaded."
"Thank you. ”
The attendant bowed and returned to his colleagues.
"You're kinder to them."
Setimus pointed out, knowing he still missed the hounds.
Ottavia smiled reluctantly and looked at the screen again.
“We were able to get out of the enemy’s fire range with our efforts, but it was too slow and the engine warm-up time was too long. I can imagine that the enemy captain was also watching us at this time, praying. Can his gangster team capture our bridge?"
"Ottavia..."
At this moment, the gargoyles carved on the walls of the room let out a low rumble, their broad maws carved to accommodate audio amplifiers.
She immediately reached out and activated the control lever on the armrest, and it clicked.
"Master, how is the situation?"
"A tragic victory, concentrate and listen carefully, now I want you to keep the ship in the warp state of subspace."
Ottavia blinked.
"I...what?"
"The void shield will reach its maximum power in two minutes, and you are about to start jumping. Do you understand?"
"But we are on the planned trajectory. Go up."
"Then leave the orbit, you know."
"But we are very close to the planet, and the pull of the gravity well may cause irreversible damage to the battleship, and that. Orbital station——"
"There is no time for debate, Octavia. I order you to warp to the warp as soon as the void shield reaches maximum power."
"I will do it, but where is the destination?"
“Without a purpose.”
She was surprised and curious to find that he sounded less patient.
"Just get close to the orbital station. I...I want to row our ship through the dome, stay in a high orbit, and enter the orbital station's fire dead zone."
Octavia blinked again.
"You're talking about tearing a hole in space and leaping through it at the narrowest point at the top, but the engine won't even activate the moment I start it up...the leap won't More than a second, and even then we might be well past our target."
"I don't care how to drive."
"Talos, I'm not sure it's possible."< br>
“I didn’t ask that, just let me drive.”
"As you wish."
She said, cutting off the connection with the bridge when she lowered the control lever, then took a deep breath and looked at her male companion beside her.
“It will be interesting this time.”
“Come on! Omnissiah’s piston!”
After being busy for a while, Dietrian activated him again With his biochemical arm, the slave workers returned to his side and obeyed his orders.
"Order?"
One of them spoke to him.
"Follow me."
Dietrian said and was already moving, his electromagnetic boots trembling and moving forward silently.
"Lukovus?"
The raptor waited on the edge of the crater, three alien helmets held in its claws.
"It's finally over, isn't it? We must return to the ship immediately."
Lukefus jumped up lightly, climbed and moved, this looseness made him Transformed into something more deadly.
The guidance thrusters ejected streams of air under silent pressure, keeping him suspended. Suddenly, the mechanical bishop froze for a moment, which was immediately captured by the raptor.
"What's wrong?"
"Taros intends to jump the ship."
"This term is incorrect."
Lukefus snorted.
“But it still happens.”
"When?"
Dietrian kept walking, striding to overtake the raptor, and lowered his head, focusing the eyepiece on the nearest hatch of the outer shell, which was three hundred meters away.
"Must I answer this with a litany of details? He intends to activate the jump engines as soon as the void shield reaches maximum power. I have repaired the final pylons, which indicates that the work is complete, which further Proof, he wants to break the ship now...Have you ever seen an unprotected living creature in the subspace?"
Dietrian could hear some noises in the message, and he suspected that they were birds of prey? laughter.
“Oh, yes, Tech Priest, of course I have seen it.”
The ship rumbled beneath their feet, gathering strength like a wild beast roaring.
Dietrian pressed the voice call button.
"Lacuna Absolutus?"
"My lord?"
"Tell me your coordinates immediately."
A lot of interesting code is fed back through links.
"I see some concern from your question, my lord?"
"Please tell me."
"My team is closest to the nearest maintenance The bulkhead is only 16 to 20 seconds away, about 600 meters away from you, I believe..."
Suddenly, the other party's words disappeared in a burst of static electricity.
"Lakuna Absolutus, end call."
The only response was static.
Talos watched the enemy ships at full speed, trying to imagine them driving them like a pack of wolves towards the planet that was a death trap.
The orbital station is still on full fire, with various long-range lasers, macro cannons and missiles attacking the movement path of the cursed echo all the time.
But it doesn't matter, his idea will work.
The prophet leaned toward the microphone.
"Please help me find Dietrian."
The officer worked at her console for a while.
"Okay, my lord."
"Talos calls Dietrian, you have ten minutes to activate 'Scream', the target is the enemy's warship."
When the answer came, the Tech Priest's voice was drowned out by Lukofus' roar.
"We finish on the starboard side, and it will take ten minutes to get to the priest's room."
"Then run faster."
Talos signaled for the communication to be disconnected. , exhaled heavily.
"Weapons Director."
The officer looked up from his console, his stylish and elegant uniform faded by the passing years.
"My lord?"
"Tornado torpedo preparation."
"My lord?"
The officer's eyes were full of shock.
"Cyclone torpedo preparation."
Taros repeated in the same tone.
"My lord, we only have two torpedo warheads left."
Taros swallowed, gritted his teeth, and closed his eyes, as if he could close his face to Control your anger.
"Cyclone torpedo preparation."
"My lord, I think we should keep them -"
The next moment, the mortal could no longer say a word.
The officer's face opened with a sickly crack, blood and broken bones squeaking in the Night Lord's hands.
Talos ignored the fallen body and threw the remaining part of the skull to the ground.
Such was the speed of the Prophet that no one even saw him move.
In one heartbeat, he crossed ten meters and crossed an operating platform.
"I'm trying to be reasonable."
Talos spoke to the hundreds of watching crew members, a low, sinister tone wafting through the room.
(End of this chapter)