The Blood Alliance was burning hot, but it was still fighting to the death.
Like a proud Eighth Legion soldier in dire straits.
But its condition was very bad. A long black crack replaced the starboard side of the Blood Covenant, and the two main propulsion ports were melted into residue. The fire caused swept across the entire engine deck, killing countless humble people in the engine room. slave.
Most of the buildings and sculptures on the Blood Alliance no longer exist, and the intensive artillery fire completely leveled the stern tower.
There was almost no piece of complete armor left on the entire battleship, and most of the hull was swallowed up by the terrifying void flames.
A large amount of liquid spurted out from the inside of the battleship and condensed into ice crystals outside the ship. A large amount of air was emitted into the void, like the last breath exhaled by a dying person.
As one of its pursuers, the Red Pirate's destroyer Laches had lost more than half of its hull in the reactor explosion, and was torn apart by the Blood Alliance's bow light spear.
Half a minute later, the strike cruiser rushed out of the debris cloud caused by the explosion and knocked away the large pieces of debris flying in all directions.
The damaged and cracked bow of the Blood Alliance crushed the wreckage in its path like insects.
Even as she reels and is covered in flames, the Night Lords' warship still swipes its claws at its prey.
One of the main forces in this hunting operation, the cruiser Lost, had just lost its last frigate and was clumsily diving towards the slowing Blood Alliance.
Its plasma cannons fire downwards in a hail of fire, raining death down along with its razor-sharp spears of light.
The heavily damaged Blood Covenant was unable to escape. She used her remaining power in vain to slightly deflect the hull in preparation for the final fatal blow.
Soon, the Lost opened fire again.
But this round of attacks was almost
No hit,
All its gunfire hit the void shield of the other battleship, causing ripples like water waves.
The battleship was the same size as the Blood Covenant, and equally deadly graceful.
The intruder accelerated between the two battleships and forcibly separated them. The roar of the impact alarm resounded on the bridge.
After blocking the fatal blow, the newly arrived warship's starboard laser weapon array released waves of ruthless bombardment.
In the blink of an eye, the Lost's void shields were overloaded, and it turned hard to the right in a desperate attempt to avoid the next salvo.
On the bridge of the Blood Alliance, a voice sounded through the hissing microphone:
"This is Talos of the Eighth Legion, the battleship Cursed Echo."
After a moment, a murky voice responded:
"Ha, that's funny. You should stay as far away from this battle as possible, Prophet... There is no need for the Legion to accompany two battleships this night."
On the lower deck of the Cursed Echo, two soldiers of the Eighth Legion were running quickly.
Ciel and Ursus listened to the madness coming from the communication, and at least several of the Birds of Prey team from the Bloody Eye heard ear-piercing screams in the communication channel.
"Where are you?"
Charles called again:
"This is Ciel from First Claw! Where are you currently?"
The piercing scream fell silent again. It has happened several times so far. Each time it happened, it was preceded by an eagle-like roar and words such as "the prey becomes the hunter" and "is tracking a broken soul". Whisper.
Charr hated these birds of prey.
"I hate this stuff."
He said this more than once.
"I hate the way these things walk, I hate the way they think, and I hate them even more for spreading the story of how they first stormed the walls of the Emperor's palace."
There was no response from Ursus, who was also trying to listen to the Raptor's communications.
"Their hunt doesn't sound promising."
he said to himself.
"Thanks for your explanation, brother."
Ciel drew his power sword and pressed the activation rune.
"Wait here, I'll be right back."
Ursus tilted his head.
"Taros ordered the two of us to stay here."
"So you're teaching me how to do things?"
Charles looked at him in surprise:
"The Warp burned your brain out, brother?"
Ursus sniffed and did not answer him.
"I will be right back."
Ciel had made up his mind.
"I'm going to help the Weeping Eyes hunt that... whatever they're hunting, it sounds like that thing is tearing them apart."
"I want to go hunting too."
Ursus sounded unusually grumpy.
"No, we have to obey orders. You stay here while I go help those screaming idiots."
"I'm really surprised to hear the word "order" from your mouth, but why, why should I stay here instead of you?"
Ciel sneered and slapped the opponent's helmet.
"Because even at my worst, I am the best swordsman in the Ten Company, and you, running around with an axe, like an Ogryn in heat, howling the name of Khorne while Kill your own servants.”
Before Ursus could refute him, Ciel strode deeper into the corridor.
"...the Legion continues to bleed more than necessary."
The leader of the Tenth Company, Fandrode, was one of the few remaining crew members on the Blood Covenant. Flames enveloped the surrounding walls and devoured the bodies of the fallen crew members.
The beating flames stung his eyes like blindness, and the poisonous cloud and acid mist smelled like the dying breath of a battleship.
Although his body had been extremely strengthened, the massive blood loss from several fatal wounds on his body still made it difficult for him to sit back on the throne.
Moreover, the blood flowing from his body was also rotten, dripping on the deck that was baked like dense soil.
The only remaining crew members alive in the command module are servitors, whose limited functions bind them to their respective posts.
Two of them were being consumed by flames at their posts: metal scorched, flesh melted.
They mechanically fed commands into gun emplacements that no longer existed.
Vandrod pulled himself back to the throne, blood seeping from his wounds and running down the black throne.
The battleship shuddered violently again, part of the surveillance screen exploded in sparks, and steam shot out from the wall.
"Taros..."
"I am here."
The prophet's voice echoed through the noise, and the fact that the communication device still worked was a miracle.
Vandrod spit out a mouthful of blood, and the sharp teeth in his mouth made it very difficult for him to speak now.
"The Blood Alliance is over. Those bastards of the Red Pirates have no intention of helping us. They just want us dead, and their wish is about to be fulfilled."
A roar sounded from the other end of the communicator:
"Run! We will cover your retreat! This two-ship jump will be successful, I guarantee you."
"The Blood Alliance can barely climb, let alone run. Leave your useless heroism to an audience who knows better... Prophet, that moment will always come, but not this moment. You run, I will do it." Cover your retreat."
"But--"
"Pharmacist, obey orders."
Vandröder put on a stronger voice.
After a moment of silence, the other end of the communicator responded:
"As ordered, we will immediately turn to the following coordinates, stay away from the battlefield, use light spears to block the enemy ships at the periphery, and prepare to accept survivors. Do not engage in battle."
There was a brief silence after that.
"Welcome back, sir, I know you are Vandrod now, not the Supreme, and you will be remembered."
"I'd rather be forgotten."
After saying that, he turned off the communication with his bleeding right paw, switched the channel to the ship's broadcast, and wondered how many people were still alive.
"This is the captain, transfer to the Cursed Echo immediately! Attention, everyone, attention -"
The commander of the 10th Company of the 8th Legion, Supreme Vandrod took a deep, trembling breath.
, issued the last instruction of his long life.
"Abandon ship!"
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