They're crazy.

They're all crazy.

This group! Mechanically taught! All of them! Downright and through! Lunatic!

——————

Enric Barbatos is convinced of his views.

Especially when he saw a mechanical ark on the bridge [this big guy's external engine thruster was three times larger than the cruiser under his feet], and at a speed that was completely [drag racing] for a ship, it whizzed past the hull of his cruiser, making the entire cruiser almost complete a capsizing feat in space due to the huge force, and the Midnight Lord almost wanted to inform the artillery platforms on both sides of the battleship, and it was an old one-eyed dragon act.

The reason why he didn't do this was because the moon-class cruiser under his feet, which was at most five thousand meters long, was still a little bit different in strength from the monster in front of him that was enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Glory Queen-class.

The second is because of ......

“……”

"The Emperor is above, ......"

Company Commander Enric lay on the console in the ship's command room, barely steadying himself in the huge concussion, one of his hands resting on the shoulder of the attendant military attaché, and the other paw resting on the head of the mortal captain: the three theoretical supreme commanders of the cruiser remained the same dumbfounded, watching the scene projected by the bird.

The so-called total annihilation of friendly forces, at the Midnight Lord's company commander, only dared to mutter, but others were obviously serious: not far in front of them, the mechanical ark, perhaps from Reza, or from other hidden worlds, was still rampage towards the front of the battlefield.

In front of it, there were naturally many obstacles, and those ships from other casting worlds were the reason why Enric's cruisers, and even the main force of the entire Eighth Legion's fleet, had to stagnate at the outermost part of the battlefield.

However, unlike the Midnight Lord, who can only stare dryly: looking at the types of ships in the entire human empire, the mechanical ark, which can also be called a giant Mac, obviously has one more option.

So, under the admiring gaze of Enric and others, this mechanical ark did not hesitate to crash into the [Friendly Siege] in front of it, brutally squeezing away friendly ships from other casting worlds, and even for those reckless elements who dared to provoke, it unabashedly exposed the nova cannon on the bow of the ship, and the dense array of thousands of weapons on both sides.

All of a sudden, the Cult of Mechanica's public communication platform was filled with all kinds of binary codes of harmony and friendship, and the number of them even overflowed the boundaries of the public platform, indirectly invading the Legion channels of the Midnight Lords: every son of Conrad had all sorts of strange combinations of zero and one, and also contained cordial greetings to friendly forged furnaces or mechanical beliefs.

Midnight Ghost listens to the thunderous storm of friendly communication in the communication channel. While looking at the same cruisers as him, and even the battleships that were more powerful than his ship, they were just scratched by the gravitational turbulence near the mechanical ark, and they staggered, and their center of gravity was unstable and they were thrown out of the main battlefield.

Enric suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with accommodating allies sometimes: you see, compared to the treatment of other casting worlds, this mechanical ark at least knew how to stagger and overtake on the other side when facing Conrad's heir.

How could he be rough in the face of such a polite friendly army?

As soon as Enric's words came out, the adjutant next to him and the mortal captain on the other side nodded their heads again and again, and both of them were moved by the deep understanding of the righteousness of their boss.

However, the most important point is that with such a big man opening the way in front, in front of Enric and others, there is a fast passage to the front of the front.

On the other side of the passage lies the most intense part of the war: where Conrad, the father of their genes, is located.

For any of the Midnight Lords present, it was no less than the Emperor stepping on the clouds, carrying golden light on his back, and singing with wings and rings, descending as a god in front of any of the Bearers.

Enric leaned on the console and looked straight at the passage: this road was so wide in the chaotic battlefield that he didn't even need to use the orniths to assist in reconnaissance, he could clearly see that it was a road large enough for three cruisers to pass side by side, and there were many ships from other forces on both sides that were confused by the mechanical ark, but many of them were already turning, and farther away, there were other ships that were crowded on the periphery of the battlefield, hurrying towards here.

“……”

"The Emperor's Human Skin Cloak, ......"

Looking at the unexpected joy in front of him, Enric didn't even give an order immediately, he and his fellow Astarte lieutenant were stunned for a second, until the mortal captain on the other side glanced at the two of them with some awe and tentatively stretched out his hand and pushed.

"My lord, shall we set off directly, or shall we contact the other ships of the Legion and form a combat formation to move forward: do you need me to give instructions to the communication room?"

“……”

Enric opened his mouth, he didn't immediately answer the mortal captain's words: because it was in this mortal question. The Terra veteran suddenly realized a proposal that was very attractive to him.

If, if he was the first, or even the only, of the Legion to be able to rush to the front before the road was recrowded by other ships, would he be qualified to fight alongside his genetic father as an indispensable and important force in this battle?

“……”

At this moment, Enrique Barbatos, who had just been in the Legion's communication channel, scolded the Casting World for occupying the magpie's nest and would not be considerate of his allies, so he happily stained his heart black, standing on the position he hated the most ten minutes ago.

Are you kidding!

Although he scolded the group of oilmen for blocking the road to the battle line and snatching the planes: if all the opportunities could be concentrated in the hands of him Eric, then why not?

Become the father of their genes, the only reinforcement?

“……”

The Midnight Lord took a deep breath.

Although even if it is fair play, Enric is confident that he can rely on his own force and the strength of his team to get a place next to the father of genes: but this kind of thing, multiple choices are always better than single choices.

"Hiss......"

Between the great temptation of the day and the camaraderie between the fighting brothers, Midnight Wraith chose to entangle for a second: not even a second, and then, he opened his mouth and gave orders to the two people next to him.

"Forward."

"Full throttle! Let's get the ship into the passage first. ”

And then ...... Then when we're in the tunnel, you can send a notification to the other ships through the public channel that there's a fast lane. ”

“……”

The mortal captain blinked.

"My lord, don't we have to wait for the other Legion ships to arrive and move forward together?"

“……”

Enric glanced at the narrowing passage in front of him and grinned.

"Whatever they do."

“…… What? My lord? ”

“……”

"I said ......"

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"Leave them alone!"

Fell-Zaroste was screaming.

The Midnight Lord's company commander, Conrad's elite think tank, was screaming at his lieutenants and mortal captains, his voice echoing horribly through the command room.

"Turn! Veer! ”

"Stay away from these Mechanicus maniacs!"

"The enemy's ground-based weapons and anti-aircraft fire are already aimed at our domain, we need to find a safer place to airdrop, don't go with those crazy people!"

Zaroste roared hoarsely at every mortal officer he could catch, or every communicator, at a decibel high level he had never reached in his life, trying to protect his cruiser and the few nearby Eighth Legion ships in the terrible storm of war.

As for the others?

He can't control this group of uncles!

Think Tank licked his lips, he found that his teeth and tongue were covered in blood, not sure if he had accidentally bitten it, or if it had fallen in the concussion of the artillery battle just now, but he didn't have time to care about these small problems: the Midnight Lord had to keep staring at the projection equipment in front of him all the time to make sure that his cruiser wouldn't be inexplicably torn apart by whatever was on the battlefield in the next second.

“……”

Conrad's heir breathed heavily: the Eighth Legion had never been known for naval battles in the Void, and Zaroste himself had never seen much of a fight in space, but even a person as unheard of as him was 100% sure that what was happening in front of him now was definitely not a normal naval battle.

Ulan Huda, the giant beast slain from the ghoul hordes and arguably the most extreme of the worlds of heresy, is futilely, or frantically, resisting the encirclement and suppression of the endless imperial armies, after determining that there is no way out. This predator's crucible used all its means to viciously tell everyone present what kind of existence the guy who can survive the extraterritorial darkness is.

Countless indescribable weapons shot into the void from the surface and core of this heretical forged world, with a range that could even cover a quarter of a galaxy, and in the airtight metal shell of Ulan Huda, sometimes shooting out an infinite rain of destruction, like a machine gun slaughtering and charging soldier battle line, tearing countless warships, cruisers and even battleships to shreds, sometimes calling for a void vortex or space collapse that is simply incomprehensible with science and technology, allowing the steel behemoth to be directly blasted from the inside, turning the silent splendor of the battlefield into a silent splendourAt other times, the Predator Forge would use propulsion technology that the Human Empire had never mastered to send a small continent directly to its own surface, smashing a bloody crater into the Imperial fleet's array like an overwhelming meteorite, and shooting out plasma flames and dark matter rays like blood-colored ribbons in all directions.

As for the swarm of fleshy drones that devoured countless drones and small warships like a swarm of bees, or those that walked on the surface, no one could recognize the model of the Void Titan as a piece of cake compared to the previous means.

Under such blows, countless Imperial ships are being expelled from the Void, like fireworks, and the wreckage of the explosion is flying and scattering into the sky: but in the next second, more Imperial ships will take their place, and with more fanatical loyalty, launch new, wave-like charges.

In less than half an hour, the casualties of this battle were more than all the naval battles stored in Zarost's memory in the hundred years of battle: Conrad's heir had even lost the courage to make a career on such a battlefield, and he was now only thinking about preserving the small fleet in his hands, and would do whatever it took to get closer to the original [Nightfall].

If he is destined to be crushed in this battle, then he must also be crushed by the side of the Father of Genes, right?

But this simple dream is quite difficult to implement: because even in such a chaotic battlefield, as a genetic prototype ship, the Glory Queen-class [Nightfall] is still the most powerful existence, and it should rush to the forefront of the Imperial fleet, near the eye of the storm of destruction.

Zarost glanced at the cruiser in his hand. and the destroyers or smaller ships next to them. Another glance at the torn battleships in the path ahead. I just feel that the future is bleak.

But before he could sigh, the dazzling macro light that was enough to penetrate the void had already caused the Midnight Lord's pupils to boil like poisonous water: on the surface of the Predator's Furnace, a huge three-link cannon hole appeared, and each of the three cannon holes shot different rays, one of which was barely plasma, turning an entire fleet that had slightly rubbed against it into flying ashes.

The other two, on the other hand, were completely indistinguishable from what kind of energy weapons they were, and they either turned hundreds of warships into meaningless void energy, or crushed them into foamy substances, and the sound of the hard metal shells being crumpled at will in the void could even cause auditory hallucinations to ears thousands of miles away.

Not to mention, while these rays were emitted, the entire channel was completely occupied by the sound of countless metal melting, which was undoubtedly the fourth attack launched at the same time.

Along with this, there are countless ...... of Omnisaiah's followers

……

Cheer?

Before Eric could recover from the strange cheers, his bird's chart and communication channel captured the craziest scene.

"Plasma !!!"

I saw a main battleship from the Casting World Ruiza, in the roar of its captain's public channel frantically shouting [plasma], and crashed straight into the location of the triple cannon port, a strange invisible shield floating around this battleship, allowing it to withstand the thousands of firepower on the surface, and crashed into a stiff hole in the huge void hole.

The next moment, from one end to the other, all the warships on the battlefield began to advance towards the loophole in the void shield, and they all rushed to pounce on the shortcomings that the Predator Forge had finally exposed, and the [Nightfall] took the lead, opening the preparation ceremony for the airdrop.

Through the projection instrument, Zaroste saw all this unmistakably: his genetic father was not lying to them, and he was really ready to rush to the forefront of everyone, including those crazy oil guys, in this battle.

At this moment, whether it was Astarte's loyalty to the genetic protoplasm, or the absurdity of being shocked by the battlefield in front of him, or the stimulation of the blood in his teeth: under the combined effect of all the combined elements, when Zarost raised his head and looked at the officers waiting for orders beside him, he could hear his own voice, and he gritted his teeth.

"Accelerate!"

"Full throttle!"

"Mobilize all the remaining energy on the Void Shield!"

"Crash into me!"

"Get to the ground!"

“……”

"Go to the Primordial!"

(End of chapter)