The bridge of the Prinz Eugen was in complete chaos at this time.

The internal communication channel of the Prince Eugen was already in chaos, and screams were heard one after another.

"Ah——!h

"Whew——!"

"No ——!"

The screams mixed with the gunfire were the screams of the soldiers guarding the landing bridge before they died.

"Oh my God, what kind of fighter is that?"

"What a speed!"

"I've never seen it before!"

"Bridge, bridge, can we open fire on enemy aircraft?"

These are the exclamations of Falcon pilots stranded in space when they see an unknown enemy fighter and their inquiries about whether they can open fire - they are ordered to deter, and they are strictly forbidden to fire at will.

"Prinz Eugen, call Prinz Eugen, this is the Dorgan, can we fire at the enemy's fighters?"

"Prinz Eugen, call Prinz Eugen, this is Megan, what is the situation with those two fighters, and how do we need to deal with it?"

This was an inquiry sent by two warships of the Andrea Mercenary Regiment after they found out that the situation was not right.

And in the midst of all these sounds, there may be someone arrogant to the extreme.

"Roar, roar, suffer death, taste Lord Ben's Hell Red Lotus Black Hole Bomb!"

Everything happened so fast, all kinds of voices filled the entire channel, and no one dared to do anything about the target people that the top management of the consortium was extremely important, and everyone was waiting for Gillis, as the supreme commander, to make a decision for them.

But they didn't get an answer from Gillis.

Because at this time, Mr. Gillis, who is the security manager of the security department of the Phelps Consortium, but likes to be called the captain of the ship, also with this sudden chaos, the whole person is Spartan.

He stood there stupidly, his mind in confusion, as if he had no idea what he was supposed to do as supreme commander at this time.

Captain Gillis, who was pretentious, didn't know that it was not for nothing that the consortium only let him command one warship instead of a fleet.

He's not a big picture commander, he can command a warship and do a good job, but that's all, when he takes on responsibilities beyond his ability, he'll be completely overwhelmed and even messed up like he is now.

It wasn't until the female communicator in the bridge ran up to him and grabbed his hand and shook it desperately that he came to his senses.

"Oh no, Captain, the enemy has completely occupied the landing preparation module! They are laying out the line of defense! ”

On the main screen in the bridge, a real-time picture called up by a female communicator shows several enemies in Berserker power armor and some enemies in space overalls, acting nervously but orderly, they have left the landing preparation module and entered the deeper part of the battleship Prinz Eugen, and then began to lay out a defensive line in a main passage.

What are they doing with the defensive line? Isn't it time to push forward?

Gillis, who had just come to his senses, was confused again.

Then, before he could figure it out, there was even more heart-wrenching bad news from the observers.

"Oh no, Captain, the enemy's space fighters are strong! We have already lost five fighters...... No, it's six now! We lost six Falcon fighters...... Oh my goodness! What is this? ”

Knowing that his side had lost six space fighters in just one moment, Gilis was shocked.

"How is this possible!" He roared like thunder.

Three warships only carried a total of twelve Falcon fighters, which is the loss of half?

Is the enemy's cosmic fighter a monster?

"Bring me up the picture!" Giris yelled at the Spotter.

The observer was stunned at this point, staring at the screen in front of him, but he didn't hear Gillis's order.

Seeing that something was wrong with her colleague, she quickly ran back to her seat, and used her authority to divide the space on the main screen in two, half of which was still the enemy's actions inside the battleship Prinz Eugen, and the other half was used to turn the observer's side around.

Then, not only Giris, but everyone on the bridge saw that on the half of the screen, a red steel giant was holding a giant firearm of unknown type in one hand and wielding a giant sword that was so large that it was a little unspeakable in the other, and was crisscrossing the universe, driving several of its own space fighters around like headless flies.

What's going on at this time?

Where did this thing come from?

These two questions are on everyone's mind.

So this time it's not just Captain Giris, everyone is Sparta.

Then, before everyone could understand what was going on, another voice rang out in the communication channel in a frustrated manner.

"Captain, no, we've been fooled!" It was the voice of Roger, the leader of the power armored squad on the battleship Prinz Eugen: "This is a trap...... Fack! ”

The black squad leader's voice was obviously not quite right, and he was already scolding before he finished speaking.

He wasn't the only one who spoke, the soldiers of the Power Armor Team also shouted.

"Oh my God! What's going on! ”

"Be careful! Gravity again! ”

"Ouch!"

"Oh no, it's falling!"

"Bang!"

"Phew!"

"Boom!"

A flurry of voices rang out in the channel, mixed with the pilot's increasingly urgent inquiries and exclamations, the urging of the battleship messengers of Andrea's mercenary regiment, and the sound of Prince Eugen beginning to exchange fire with the invading enemy, which was not very obvious, and was still mixed with someone's crazy laughter, but because of Roger's relationship, Giris still noticed these very strange voices and the exclamations of the soldiers.

What's going on here?

Everything before has not been sorted out, why is this messy again?

What really happened aboard the Sword Drawn Samurai?

Driven mad by the sudden, almost simultaneous events that took place in a short period of time, Gilis had already begun to pull his hair.

"Roger, what the hell is going on?"

"Gravity, it's gravity, these damn bastards, they put down the quarantine door and trapped us on the cargo ship, and in order to prevent us from successfully destroying the isolation door, they adjusted the artificial gravity into a mess, and we were so uncomfortable that we died...... Oh my God, here we go again...... Ouch! ”

Listening to Roger's report and looking at the chaos in front of him, Gillis finally understood one thing.

Nima, that bastard of Taro Matsui had the audacity to pit himself!

He was lying to himself from start to finish!

Giris's eyes moistened, having figured it out.

He was filled with grief and indignation.

"I'm going to kill him! I'm going to kill him! ”

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