Chapter 984 The Destruction of the Ursa Major
Standard Terra Calendar, 954.M41
Ultimate Star Field, Demeter Sector, Pandora Galaxy, Node B87-9
The Ursa Major is an armed transport ship that has been in service for two hundred years. It has withstood years of war and is engraved with many scars of war.
She once participated in the war in the Gothic Sector, faced the Elda pirates in the Iron Corridor, and worked with the fleet to break through the enemy's orbital siege in the War on Vraks.
Her machine spirit is ancient and tenacious, and she is agile and not easily knocked down.
Therefore, when she was on a material transport mission, but was isolated by the enemy in a broken asteroid belt three hours away from the Paiji star, and faced with her own destruction, the destruction was not considered as such. quick.
There was no sudden engine core rupture, no fatal promethium explosion, but she had been wounded countless times, stabbed by thousands of white-hot laser cannons, beaten crooked by a barrage of shells, Scorched black by the blazing ion flames.
The attacks kept coming at her, dancing among the deadly energy fired at her from the looming warships in the distance.
Although there was no way to escape, the Ursa Major never stopped firing, even as she neared her end.
Her hull was dilapidated, leaking fire and blood, and she was bathed in cannon fire, running her aging engines to continue locking onto the warships around her.
When all the frigates were reduced to dust, and the remnants of the last frigate capsized with sparks and smoke, she was alone, a gray island in a sea of steel and death.
Suddenly, the forward turret of the Ursa Major let out a final roar, pouring a swift and fierce flame of hatred onto an enemy warship.
All remaining energy was channeled into the bombardment, shattering the void shield with a blast of pure and unstoppable energy.
The shield of the looting ship was overloaded, visible cracks appeared on the hull, and it staggered to the side.
This blow is powerful, but the end of the Ursa Major is coming.
The huge body of the Heart of Hatred sliced through the slowly scattered debris like a behemoth of the deep sea, emerging from the shadows, ready to fire.
The Ursa Major slowly turned around. Although it was unbelievable, the stumbling armed transport ship still discovered the approaching danger in time and prepared for it despite the rapid leakage of oxygen and the loss of energy like a torrent. Meet with fire.
On each deck, the surviving crew members bear the burden of survival, performing stories of heroism just to prevent the ion engine from exploding or the internal hull from collapsing.
Garman Heine, the first mate affectionately called the 'Old Fisherman' by the crew, was the only survivor of the bridge collapse, and he was also commanding the crumbling transport ship.
He prepared to pummel his attacker with another volley, knowing that nothing would be gained this time but still determined to fight to the last drop of blood.
But he still looked at the communication array with regret. The officer in charge there was dead, and the blood stained the operation panel. In the half hour after the enemy launched the attack, they had been trying to communicate with the nearby empire. The power sent a signal, but the communication was interfered with by something. No matter how hard the technicians tried, they could not send out a single communication.
The Astropath was even less hopeful, as he fell unconscious before the attack began.
In the void, the Heart of Hatred maintained its course, ruthlessly and smoothly.
To maintain integrity, the Red Corsair's warship raised his rows of guns with ruthless precision, determined to solve all this with the most ruthless and simplest method.
He was in position and then opened fire, lighting up the void.
When the bright light dissipated, the Ursa Major, whose keel was hit, was rolling in extreme pain, as if trying to get rid of the damage.
The last shield disintegrated and lost its vitality. A series of explosions occurred on the port side, like a twisted flaming snake against the dark universe.
This ship has no greater threat now.
On the command bridge, 62-year-old Garman Heni was trying to break free from the chaotic steel structure around him, dragging his blood-soaked body back to the console. All screen images failed, and the life cycle system stopped operating with bursts of trembling, putting the surviving crew members completely under the threat of suffocation and cold.
He looked around, trying to find something before the spear of light destroyed everything he commanded.
There is nothing, the soul of the machine has long been cold and silent.
The old first mate raised his head and looked through the plasticized glass on the physical universe observation mirror. The last thing he saw was the bloody hull of the Heart of Hatred crossing his field of vision, clearing the things in front of him. Various destroyed obstacles.
When the explosion from the bottom approached his position, shattering everything that remained, and ejecting the debris into the distant and empty universe, Garman Heni quietly watched the coming death. .
Suddenly, a strange feeling spread from his knees and rose up in his body, tightening his shoulders and exposing his blood-stained teeth - a sign of deep contempt for the enemy hiding in the dark.
"The Emperor's wrath shall be upon you."
He roared as the final explosion was ignited and the void poured into the cabin.
“You heretics, traitors, and cowards!”
Looking at the destruction of the imperial transport fleet, Garmo Zejie (Sar Bodon) felt a warm sense of satisfaction Feelings rippled through his body, and he had never felt so good, especially since...well, well, in fact, there have been all kinds of complicated emotions over the years, and some of them have only appeared recently.
He was sitting on the command seat on the bridge of the Heart of Hatred, his mutated body half-lying, his beautifully decorated helmet had been taken off, and he was admiring the last piece of debris spinning in the void.
In fact, bumping into this transport fleet was a complete accident, but fortunately they eliminated the enemy in time and did not let the enemy send out a distress message.
He thought briefly about the "cargo" in those ships, how many there were, what they could do, where were they going?
When I thought that these supplies might belong to the Astral Knights and were deployed by Soshyan, I felt a greater sense of satisfaction.
"Sir, it has been confirmed that there are no survivors."
There was a sound below, and he looked down and saw an officer standing on the golden steps leading to the command podium, ready to accept orders.
Garmo Zejie looked at him with an interesting look - he hadn't felt so good in weeks.
“Do you know where we are going?”
“My lord?”
“Answer me.”
The officer looked confused.
"Sorry, I don't know, sir."
Gal Mozejie laughed and patted the joints of his mutated lower limbs and said:
" Of course. "
In his eyes, this officer did not look like a soldier at all. He was short, lean, and had hard, pale skin.
But he is very clever, which is the potential that Garmo Zejie values the most.
(End of this chapter)