As the ship shook around him, Octavia stayed still in her seat, watching the stars drift across the monitor in front of her.
"They're moving."
the navigator whispered.
"The Eldar warships are trying 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?"
Octavia 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, just a little red dot in the dark."
She didn't look away from the screen.
"I just can."
Several 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."
"Thanks."
The attendant bowed and returned to his colleagues.
"You're nicer to them."
Sethimus noted that he knew he still missed Hound.
Octavia 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, hoping for his team to join us. Can you 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 lever on the armrest, and it clicked into action.
"Master, how is the situation?"
"A tragic victory. Pay attention and listen carefully. Now I want you to keep the ship in warp state."
Octavia blinked.
"I...what?"
"The void shield will reach its maximum power in two minutes, and you will start to jump immediately. Do you understand?"
"But we are on track."
"Then get off the track, 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 the 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'll do it, but where is the destination?"
"Without a destination."
She was surprised and curious to note 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 engines won't even activate the moment I start... the leap won't last more than a second, even if We may also miss our target by a long way."
"I don't care how to drive."
"Taros, I'm not sure I can do it."
"I didn't ask that either, just let it go and drive."
"as you wish."
She said, cutting off the connection with the bridge when she lowered the control column, then took a deep breath and looked at her male companion beside her.
"It's going to be fun this time."
"Qihuo! Omnissiah's piston!"
After being busy for a while, Dietrian activated his biochemical arm again, and the slave returned to his side to obey his orders.
"Order?"
One of them spoke to him.
"Follow me."
Dietrian was already moving as he spoke, 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 get back to the ship immediately."
Lukovus jumped up lightly, climbed and moved. This looseness made him become something more deadly.
The guidance thrusters ejected jets 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."
"That's not the right term."
Lukovus 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.
"Do I have to answer this question with a series of details? He intends to activate the jump engines as soon as the void shield reaches maximum power. I have repaired the last tower, which shows that the work is completed, which is further proof that he wants to start now Warp ship...Have you ever seen an unprotected living thing in the warp?"
Dietrian could hear some noises in the message, which he suspected were the laughter of birds of prey.
"Oh yes, Tech-Priest, of course I've seen it."
The ship rumbled beneath their feet, gathering strength like a roaring beast.
Dietrian pressed the voice call button.
"Lakuna Absolutus?"
"grown ups?"
"Tell me your coordinates immediately."
A lot of interesting code is fed back through links.
"I see some concern in your question, my lord?"
"please tell me."
"My team is only seconds away from the nearest maintenance bulkhead, which is about 600 meters away from you. I believe..."
Suddenly, the other person's words disappeared in a burst of static electricity.
"Lacuna Absolutus, end the call."
The only response was static.
Talos watched the enemy ships at full throttle, trying to imagine them herding them like wolves toward the planet as 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 never mind, 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 warship."
When the answer came, the Tech Priest's voice was drowned out by Lukofus' roar.
"We finish on the starboard side. It will take ten minutes to get to the priest's room."
"Then run faster."
Talos signaled the communication to be disconnected and exhaled heavily.
"Weapons Director."
The officer looked up from his console, his stylish and elegant uniform faded by the passing years.
"My lord?"
"Cyclone torpedo preparation."
"grown ups?"
The officer's eyes were full of shock.
"Cyclone torpedo preparation."
Talos repeated in the same tone.
"My lord, we only have two torpedo warheads left."
Talos swallowed, gritted his teeth, and closed his eyes, as if he could control his anger by sealing his face.
"Cyclone torpedo preparation."
"My lord, I think we should keep them until-"
The next moment, the mortal could no longer say a word.
The officer's face opened with a sickly crack, blood and broken bones squelching in the Night Lord's hands.
Talos ignored the fallen body and dropped the rest 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 try to be reasonable."
Talos spoke to the hundreds of watching crew members, the low, sinister tone of voice filling the room.
