"If they want it, let them come."
Enemy bomber formations had attacked the Fearless Spear twice, severely damaging it both times, and the bridge was now in ruins, with half its officers dead.
The array of cogitators was melting and smoking.
The sound of air leaks could be heard from time to time in the riddled compartment. The servitors were still tied to their original positions with cables, and oil and blood flowed from them.
"Three targets are approaching."
The bloody Tech-Priest grabbed the main console as a body fell beside it.
"Fire on all targets."
Midas, who had a scar on his forehead and looked like he had fallen a few times, leaned on the railing of the bridge and used the loudspeaker to drown out the siren that was 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 lay in front of the pursuing Ork fleet, flanked by the last three friendly ships - they were 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 join forces, he fired out all the torpedoes.
Their results were pretty good. At least five green-skinned capital ships were wiped out in the overwhelming torpedo bombing.
But this obviously also angered the commander of the Ork fleet.
"Hit two targets."
The first mate's voice remained high-pitched.
"But there are two targets that have arrived at a relatively close distance. According to the signal recognition results, there is a high probability that they are jumping aircraft."
"Focus 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, while another turned to engage, only to be torn apart as soon as it opened fire.
The threatening rune representing the Stranded Ship grew in size before my 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 his responsibilities.
Suddenly, the battleship shook again.
"The void shield has completely failed! It cannot be restored!"
"We are in contact, sir!"
The communications officer's voice sounded, and Midas immediately opened the link, but the sound that came in was interfered with and was very distorted.
Michelle was also driving a ship of the Indomitable class, but his service age was shorter than that of the Fearless Spear. The two of them graduated from the same naval school and were 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 hammer breaking a bell.
Midas' heart tightened and he shouted quickly:
"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'm not going to run away, man. I'm going to keep moving forward and kill as many aliens as possible."
In Midas's memory, Michelle had always been a little reckless, and even spoke unscrupulously.
But at that moment, he still smiled.
"Good luck to you then, my friend."
After a while, only the sound of raindrops hitting the armor answered him.
"The same goes for you, Midas. See you again under the emperor's throne."
After a while, the other party gave a dull reply, 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 with 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 here."
Several small green-skinned 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.
Light spears and plasma broke shields at short range, tore apart armor, and hit greenskin ships trying to escape, shattering some of them to pieces.
But the rest were unmoved, and without hesitation, they smashed through the outer armor of the Fearless Spear like a huge wave, spitting out the cargo they carried inside.
Midas 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 served as reserves, ready to be thrown into critical battle situations at any time.
This is a difficult battle, and everyone must stay, whether they are ordinary crew members or officers, they all understand this.
The greenskins believed they were holding out and were determined to crush the defenders to pieces, so they kept putting more and more effort into it.
The Fearless Spear is dying, but Midas wants his enemies to know that they will pay the price for his death.
"Are you ready?"
He looked at the technical priest, who climbed up from the blood-filled console and nodded.
"Ready."
"Thank you."
Simple words were not enough to express full respect, but after listening to his words, the technical priest had no words and just pressed the gear pendant on his chest close to his forehead.
He was saying his final prayers.
Midas nodded and opened the communication channel. The remaining communication array would transmit his words to the remaining living people.
At this moment, on the tactical panel, Michelle's ship had 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 sounded 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 gave the last order to the technical priest after a second of silence.
"It's 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 craft.
An instant later, there was an earth-shattering explosion, and those who were still in the ship were evaporated together with their enemy, Orc!
The plasma flame erupted from the core as hot as the sun licked the surrounding space. Huge armor fragments flew everywhere with the explosion. The impact blast also hit the Ork battleship not far away, breaking the defensive field and burning it. Removed sensors and rangefinders, rendering them deaf and blind.
But no matter what, this little conflict seems to be over——
"We are late..."
