And in this regard, she could only bite her lip and remain silent.

By this time, the "Scorti" had no time to slow down, and she almost roared into the fleet that the Gadari had just thrown off its camouflage, and flew between the huge ships that were stacked like mountains. The ship was filled with the hoarse roars of the officers, who trembled and kept reporting what was going on around them, even if it was no longer necessary:

"2 light aircraft carriers of the 'Chimera' class and 4 battleships of the 'Flamingo' class were discovered...... The signals of 5 ships and 33 medium-sized ships are still being compared. ”

"The residual amount of the energy system is 17%, and the fourth capacitor filling is ready, and the 800 units of capacitor injection electrical charging are exhausted!"

"The nano repairer is overloaded, and the damage to our ship exceeds the peak of repairs...... The residual amount of armor is 77% and 72%, and it is still being further reduced. ”

One bad news after another, Elordi looked out and felt that the entire battleship was shrouded in a dense barrage, as if it was flying in a golden rain. At this time, it was already the old captain who was in the cāo) column, and Sylvia sat in the position of the commander of the drone, personally coordinating the attack of the shipborne drone. The Sykoti constantly swept past the enemy's capital ships at a relative speed of more than 1,500 m/s, while taking advantage of the enemy's large hull to gain limited cover. Swarm-like drones swam between the dense columns, suddenly striking through the cracks and crushing the pursuers with a dense stream of metal particles. They were all veterans of the Ian-Aosta battle, and she could tell, but the problem was that there were too few veterans like them on this ship......

In another sharp turn, the attitude adjustment engine of the "Scotti" depleted the last emergency fuel reserves, allowing the cruiser to bypass a "Flamingo"-class battleship, but instead of the imaginary starry sky, it was an iron-gray wall of the aircraft carrier "Leviathan" of the Heterolake Group that was crossing her course, so close that even the eye could make out the word Leviathan carved into the hull.

"General, we ......" the captain looked at his commander with a questioning look, he had exhausted his last resort, but the battleship had only slightly changed course, and it was still not enough to avoid collision with the "Leviathan".

"Don't slow down, shock alarm!" Sylvia sat in the position of the drone coordinator and said in a deep voice, her voice not very high, but enough to give people a great sense of trust and make people feel that she was still in control. A moment later, a terrible siren sounded throughout the ship, and various holographic windows popped up like an avalanche. At the same time, the entire battleship shook violently, and the Gadari group began to spin irregularly before their eyes. She blasted the re-energizing Attitude Adjustment Engine, and the reaction force of the explosion threw the "Sycoti" downward, and then two "Earth Elf" light unmanned aircraft chased after it at a speed of more than 5,000 meters, carrying incredible kinetic energy and slamming into the side armor of the battleship, causing the entire cruiser to barely graze the belly of the giant beast.

"Sylvia......" Elordi. Sue's voice suddenly sounded, and she remembered that there was an enemy on her ship that was far more dangerous than a fleet. She turned her head and saw the Brigadier General Gadari standing behind her with a gun in his hand, and two unconscious Airborne Forces officers lying on the floor not far away, God knows how the white bones cultivated by the military bureau put down the two guards under such a violent momentary maneuver, "Turn on the guide field generator, right away." ”

"Elodi, you ......" Sylvia tried to stand up, but she gave up on the idea when she looked at the gun that Elody had held in her hand, intentionally or unintentionally. After all, that woman was a wandering spirit who had come out of the military bureau, and she was fighting at such a close distance, even those two experienced paratroopers were no match for her, not to mention that she was only a fleet officer. "There's nothing on this ship," there was a moment of silence, and she said coldly, "It's just a navy cruiser......

"Really?" Elordi shook her head noncommittally, "I've never seen a cruiser with such a strong ability to resist strikes, nor have I seen a navy with a crew of only a hundred. She said with a smile raised at the corner of her mouth, and her expression was solemn, "This is the fourth 'Ishta'-class heavy assault ship developed by Sidon Industries, the goddess of fate in ancient mythology, in charge of the unknowable future, cutting the web of fate and letting them drift away with the wind......"

"But you're not Poety, you have a gun in your hand but you can't cut the ...... of fate" "It's okay...... Elordi laughed, and the gun in her hand suddenly raised, quickly activated, and flying debris and a scream of panic filled the entire bridge. Lieutenant," she stopped firing after a moment, and pointed her gun at a bridge officer whose badge had been knocked out, and said coldly, "activate the force field, or my next shot may be on time...... Oh yes, the password is, the name of your Chief of the General Staff. ”

The Scotti was silently starry in the wreckage of the starry sky, like a dead beast. When the plane crashed, only the psychedelic bright purple light emitted by the guide field shone in through the portholes, so that the bridge would not fall into absolute darkness. No one spoke, and the soldiers who were setting foot on the real battlefield for the first time fell silent in shock, for the first time in their perhaps not-so-long service experience that they had seen the wonders of the universe so closely.

As for the few veterans of the Battle of Iain-Aosta on the bridge, it was more like recreating the gorgeous funeral of the year.

Bright purple roses bloomed in this seven-year-old cemetery, and the miracle of gravity tore through the surrounding space and released a storm of energy that struck the dense shards around them, and they erupted with dazzling brilliance and a terrible scream, as if the undead who were swimming among the bones of the giant ships had been awakened by a long and disturbed sleep. In a trance, Sylvia felt that she was sailing in the land of the dead, and that she had only come here to reconvene her comrades who had fallen on the battlefield and to take them to the gates of hell once again.

Seven years later, she and her men once again set foot on this battlefield of no return. And in front of them, the Grim Reaper had raised the curved sickle in his hand, ready to enjoy his own gluttonous feast.