Orikan's counterattack had an immediate effect.

Two of the enemy's three capital ships were scrambled by the smashed scrap code, and the systems on board began to malfunction in various ways.

The Black Mechanic Cult on the battleship immediately realized that this was an enemy counterattack, and tried to repair the disturbance.

However, compared with the oil guys, their skills can only be regarded as half a catty, or even inferior, and the hard struggle against those waste codes should not be able to end for a while.

This is a critical time to gain fame, and these apocalyptics have made the Red Pirates feel extremely irritated.

They were eager to open fire, tearing their fleeing targets to shreds with the flames of the explosion.

After trying to solve the locking problem of the turret with a restart, the cultists below decided to use the most primitive method to try to restore the mech to normal.

However, the Chaos Side's Ghost is not so friendly.

Those who attempt to punch and kick the machinery are quickly swallowed up by the ship itself, eventually merging with the surrounding walls of flesh.

"They deserve to end up like this, they're stupid creatures of flesh and blood."

Seeing this, Orikan gloated.

It was just a tool that was made by oneself and used to facilitate oneself, but in the end it was eaten up by the creation itself.

It reminded him of the gods of the space necromancy, the cruel and arrogant star gods who deserved it just as much as the Chaos cultists.

In the midst of the conversation, two enemy ships were successfully managed by Orikan, but one was still closing in on them.

And the firewall of that battleship was obviously much stronger than the other two.

As he invaded it, he could feel a force trying to drive him out.

Of course, Orican could not have been banished so easily, and the astrologer's consciousness kept wandering on the battleship, like a mischievous bear child, fiddling with the ship's various danger switches, and then running away before he could get into trouble, leaving only a mess behind him.

It took him a microsecond to overload the ship's engines, then disrupt the ship's internal life-support system, and cut off power to the static chamber.

The force behind him could only repair the damage caused by him, adjust the engine gears properly, reset the life support system, restore the power supply to the static stand room, and then continue to catch up in the online world.

"Stop this boring game, Space Necro, there's no point in your procrastination."

The consciousness was sending him communication data from behind, just like a normal shouting in the real universe.

"yes, I don't think it's boring, and I'll have to take advantage of this opportunity to practice my skills, after all, the Tarasin's museum is much harder to dismantle than your toy ship."

Orikan's hand kept moving, and he responded with a smile.

He had already guessed the identity of the other party, and there should not be a second suitable candidate other than the heretical sage who had taken refuge in the Star God.

It is always easy for mortals to fall under great power, and the Star God Fragments not only possess great power in their own right, but also have unimaginable knowledge that if they escape, they will become the result - they can quickly prop up a powerful civilization.

Once the star gods rise again, they will be greeted with terrible revenge from the gods of matter.

Therefore, the space necrons will not let go of any escaped Star God Fragment, and will definitely try their best to contain it.

"Honestly, I was surprised that you guys were working with that young man, I thought you space necrons wouldn't care about the living."

Luo Ning didn't know about the extra bonus of the Green Lantern Ring to Wei Mu, and he couldn't imagine what tricks Wei Mu used to make these pork rib aliens use for him.

"I'm also surprised that you cooperated with that group of Chaos Believers, I remember that the Star God should have a very bad evaluation of those four subspace malicious entities."

On the other hand, given the lack of information provided by Tarasin, Orican could only try to identify the star god himself.

"The King of the Red Pirates is a pragmatic man, and we share a common goal."

"This common goal refers to the destruction of one's own race and the sacrifice of it to the so-called gods?"

"Of course not, I can exchange the spoils of war for more knowledge from the Star God, and Huron hopes that the young man will no longer be a problem for him, the two sides have a mutually beneficial and win-win relationship, not to mention that the Tyrant of Badab has provided me with a lot of support."

"Spoils of war? The star god longs for him? ”

This answer puzzled Orikan.

The Star Gods are completely different from the Chaos Gods, and they don't do anything like the Chosen One.

"I can't answer all the time, and you should also solve your doubts, so it's fair, isn't it?" Luo Ning stopped the topic and asked rhetorically.

That's true.

Even as an enemy, the space necrons, as an older race, should show grace.

"We see in him the possibility of saving our people." So Orican replied politely.

"You are a race that has been wiped out, how can you still have a chance to be saved?" Luo Ning was also full of surprise at this.

Eighty percent of these necromancers were tormented by the idea of revival and went crazy, and after Wei Muyi's flickering, they grabbed something casually as a life-saving straw.

"I'm not like those lifeless compatriots, I'm more inclined to look to the future, and even in my form, I still have a path to advancement."

Orian's prophecy of himself was to become pure energy, akin to a star-like being.

And in order to achieve this, and embrace his own destiny, he still has a lot of work to prepare.

"It looks like there's no possibility of mediation between us." Ronin sighed.

It wasn't meant to be a war between the two of them, and he thought it could be avoided.

"Of course, since the moment you took refuge in the Star God, the choice has ceased to exist." Orinkon reminded.

"But aren't you necromancers themselves relying on the power of the star gods?"

"Because it's our property, and it's such a dangerous force that it shouldn't be guarded by an immature jailer."

The two consciousnesses were still chasing after each other in the Chaos Battleship, and the situation of the entire battleship was almost touched by Orikan.

Until the astrologer's consciousness enters a certain area and is shocked by what is inside.

It was the Gang-Jumping Zone, filled with more than a thousand mechanical soldiers made of living metal, and the powerful weapons they carried felt like they were not even inferior to the elite troops of the space necromancers.

The four mechanical warriors led by them were even more ferocious and terrifying, and they looked full of destructive power.

Because the energy of the star god himself has been infused into it, the power of the ancient stars is constantly flickering in the mechanical core.

"Void Dragon!"

Orican immediately pronounced the name of the star god behind Ronin.

"That's right, Void Dragon, according to him, he has a giant shard beneath Mars, which is the headquarters of the Cult of the Mechanicus."

Luo Ning said, his tone a little melancholy.

The upper echelons of the empire are clearly hiding a lot of important things from the people.

Once those terrible truths are exposed, the framework of hypocrisy will fall apart in an instant.

And for a scholar, nothing is more important than the pursuit of knowledge, and hypocrisy is the unacceptable opposite.

"It's not something you can control." Orican snapped a warning.

"We'll know the answer to that question soon, won't we?" Luo Ning said with a smile.

While the two sides were entangled, the time was ripe for an attack.

One by one, the mechanical soldiers vanished into the room through the teleporter.

And the target of their gang jumping is the Endless Salvation where Wei Mu is located.

(End of chapter)