Chapter 292 A Bloody Victory

The battle in the Galaxy-class ships began to stalemate. Although those whippers were devastating in regional battles, warships over one kilometer long could not be taken down in a few minutes. At the same time, two Galaxy-class ships attacked the Carrack Galleon. Even if they attacked suddenly and had the advantage, the gap between Magron's troops and the nobles who controlled the Galaxy-class antiques was still not too big.

For Alanbair, this dog-eat-dog drama in the Void-class was quite exciting, but he had already determined that one of the dogs could be used. He also wanted to capture the guy who was in cahoots with Magron alive and find and get more information from him.

The Galleon Carrack was constantly wounded by continuous artillery fire, and the loyal paint or religious symbols on it were dissipated. Although it fought back, it was not necessarily as fierce as the first time. The narrow flat hull of the Galaxy-class was difficult to be hit in motion, which was why it was more professional as a warship than a cargo ship.

The three Void giants performed a dance in the sea like three swimming dragons, biting each other. Alanbair looked at the picture in the void in front of him and asked the captain. "How about getting close to them and shooting?"

"Maybe we can hit the larger Karak." He answered.

"Then send out landing craft?" Alanbair asked.

"Not necessarily better, landing craft is more for control and suppression, and light spear cannons are better for short-term battleship battles." The captain pointed out sharply.

Alanbair suddenly said. "Ramp, then ram it, there is a ramming horn in front of Bordello, the ships of the Imperial Navy are better than those civilian ships in terms of speed and armor. Smash one and save this loyalist, he can still be used!"

The captain's expression changed slightly. He agreed with Alanbair's strategic idea, but the Bordello was scratched and scratched, which was not something he, a guard commander, needed to consider, but since there was really no good way, he could only speak.

And the captain of the whipper could only fire the whip. In order to capture alive, he did not activate the electricity, but just flew out, accurately identified the lord and knocked away the weapon in a sound of suicide swallowing the gun.

The whippers seemed to realize that the enemy was going to commit suicide. Under the crazy stimulation of the sensor unit in their heads and the will infused into them by the loyal faith, those terrible things showed wisdom different from normal whippers. Some of the captains even uttered a few words clearly. "Catch it, Count."

Unlike Mr. Magron's excitement, Alan Bair did not have complicated emotions. He had defeated too many powerful enemies, from nightmares that threatened the empire to bastards that invaded his homeland, and even many miracles in the eyes of mortals seemed ordinary in front of his resume.

Countless close-in artillery roared and fired, announcing that Bordello had entered the constantly stirring battlefield, but she was not here to roll, but to end this ridiculous situation.

Wolves and lions are born different. Bordello was born to deal with the endless threats of the void, but those ships just wanted to find someone to cross the void. The dense barrage of bullets brushed past the flickering void shield and was sucked into the endless mirror universe of the subspace.

It was like a person who had just broken his right leg and was limping to face a strong lion. There was almost no possibility of survival, not to mention that this lion was covered with a void shield.

He smiled happily, not only because of the victory but also because he felt that he was getting closer to the Emperor. However, considering the need to express that he was a useful person, he immediately said. "The Whiplash troops have invaded the core area. We should make detours and flanks to ensure that they do not step into the range. My children will immediately arrest the traitor Duke who disobeyed the Empire!"

For any captain who claimed to be able to go to the battlefield, such a situation was quite insulting to his dignity. Although the battleships of the Imperial Navy were indeed powerful, they could not even break through the shield. The sense of gap made the command of the Galaxy-class battleship feel suffocated.

"And my stupid officer, he must have been caused by his own vicious little hobby..." He laughed at the stupid guy.

In a way, those people didn't consider that the opponent might be a warship, so Bordello would not lose. From the perspective of structure, void shield, engine strength, or artillery light spears, they could not win.

In the eyes of the crew of the Carrack Galleon, this was the recognition of their loyalty by the saint, the Lord of Skadi, Alanbaier, so all the members were ecstatic. In the end, firing, reloading, and controlling became extremely fast, as if to drain their last strength.

At the same time, as Magron said, his whippers had already killed to the bridge. Now this terrible monster army has lost more than half, and the remaining ones are also full of craters and fragments on their bodies, but more of their skin is stained red by the enemy's blood. Magron is as powerful as his madness, so no one can ignore him, and they will definitely be tempted to ally with him.

"Yes, then I'll trouble you. As a loyal believer of the Emperor, you have shown piety that is in line with your beliefs..." Although he said it seriously, he always revealed a sense of absent-mindedness. Compared with the nobles playing house here, he knew that his goal was not this.

He suspected that he was trapped in a quagmire, and the spider web called victory was pulling him, but he would not resist. He knew that he would succeed, so it didn't matter if there were more traps.

The owner of this warship, who was also the owner of one of the many fortresses, was a great earl in the eyes of many people, but now he was surrounded by a group of irrational monsters, with cutting claws tearing open the thick isolation door, and the dark Gothic metal was burning red, but he was still sitting on his throne.

"Go forward at full speed! Collide with the Galaxy-class remnant at a disadvantage, fully drive the piston, turn on the engine, and collide at the fastest speed!"

"We failed only because I believed in a madman, and my child Wei De would not make this mistake."

Some people have given up resistance, and a few have begun to raise their weapons to commit suicide, dying in the endless cold and radiation of the void, or in loneliness or suffocation, or perhaps waiting for suffocation in a closed and still intact wreckage. Sailors know that too Many wars bring cruelty, so you should die early while your hands and feet are intact to avoid

It only increases worries.

This is the dominance of the Imperial warship in the war. The powerful naval equipment can tear apart the enemy's battle with its roaring machine spirit, and then wipe it clean. She will be a powerful shield when facing the enemies of the Empire. A disobedient traitor, she will become a beast that tears apart flesh and blood.

Covered in debris and metal, explosions and high temperatures, she protruded from the body of the Galaxy-class battleship and tore the poor old antique apart, leaving only a pile of burning death fragments. It only took an instant for order to turn into disorder. It takes dozens of Terran years to build a Galaxy-class ship, but it only takes a few short breaths to destroy it.

But in the end, those crazy whippers tore open the door, and any curse seemed pale and powerless. But they knew very well that through the internal monitoring of the ship, they knew the fate of those monsters. In order not to die in pain, they chose to lift Pick up your own pistol.

But the count was not a soft character. He knew that he could not survive the complicated torture or truth-telling potions. He just grabbed the whip, the long, thin and inexplicably disgusting killing machine that extended from the fingernails of the whipper.

He looks elegant, with his purple dress and pale skin. The lack of light in his fortress does not mean that he is afraid of death and darkness. "Shoot, my people, my territory will be inherited, and my children will avenge me. Even the Freeport will be timid when we dig out the technology of the Age of Strife."

One of them had its engine room blown off due to the sudden betrayal of the Karak galleon. Although it could slowly push itself forward after emergency maintenance, it was still not enough.

The sharp shovel-shaped collision angle was moving forward at sub-light speed, and it made a vibrating roar, as if it was tearing the space apart. The Bordero passed through the narrow space between the Karak galleon and the Galaxy-class battleship with an agility beyond that of a normal battleship. After the gap, this behemoth collided with the poor little thing.

In the pain that is beyond the endurance of normal people, and under the feeling of body collapse caused by countless medicines, such rationality has proven to be impossible, but at this moment, the lord raised his own spear, a beautiful finely crafted oil-dyed flintlock gun , you can definitely smash your own head.

Just like biological instinct, the targets of the two Galaxy-class ships quickly shifted. The Karak-class galley was able to breathe due to the terrifying power of the Bordeaux. However, compared with its ease, the two Galaxy-class ships were captured by the Imperial Guard. The prey he has set his sights on appears extremely nervous.

It was probably the madness of this devout man that made him dissatisfied. Of course, he was definitely a believer in the Emperor, but he would not necessarily use the punishment of a whipper to deal with his own soldiers. The feeling of not being in harmony with one another made him uncomfortable. At the same time, in order to win, he must cooperate with such a guy.

When the mass reaches such a level, it is like asteroids colliding with each other. The metal on the huge battleship rubs against each other, and instantly erupts with heat far exceeding that of a cannon and a spear. The metal rubs against each other, collides, and screams. Under the impact of the huge force, the exposed air inside the ship became a terrifying high-explosive ammunition, burning, bursting, and roaring, as if it was about to tear everything apart.

Finally, he laughed to himself. Climbing out of the dark city of sin and murder, he actually saw the wrong people twice in such an important war. In any case, his officials did not report the betrayal, and his allies tore up the contract, Finally, he spoke. "I curse the treacherous man. Magroon will die in front of the statue of the emperor he believes in, with his heart perforated and hanging in the air!"

But the battleship that did this, Bordero, was still brand new. No, to be precise, her armor layer was indeed scratched. After all, although there was indeed a huge gap between civilian ships and warships, they were not to the point where they could truly ignore civilian ships. Given the extent of the attack, if there had not been a problem with the behemoth's engine, Bordero would have probably been hit by the macro cannon, because the void shield would bear a large amount of energy, and the output would have to be reduced when moving at full speed, leading to the possibility of being hit.

Karak's counterattack became fast, and Bordreau moved forward against the enemy's flank fire. The gunfire of those Galaxy-class battleships was not enough because of their hull structure, and the Imperial Guard's solid structure and void shield could completely resist it.

The lucky ones died directly in the impact, and the strong pressure caused them to be shattered into pieces. The slightly worse ones were burned by the air ignited by friction. The worst ones may have their hands and feet broken but they are still alive. They just regain their senses. He found that he was already floating in the void, but he did not die. He could only be killed slowly by the cold and order, which took dozens of seconds.

The worst ones are those who are still wearing protective clothing or on the edge of the battleship. The uninjured ones are just isolated in the endless void. But the worst thing is that they still have some food. That is almost crazy. There are only two options: suicide and waiting to starve to death. Those who have the courage are lucky, but the problem is those who don't, especially those who have never seen the ground in their lives. In the end, they will die less like human beings.

Those macro cannons hit the metal monster like firecrackers thrown by children, far from reaching the standard that the Bordello should be wary of, so that when she broke through the entire defense line, she did not even scratch the anti-beam coating on the armor layer.

But the reality is that the destruction of the two warships only brought a small loss, which was an unexpected victory. At the same time, the cheers of the 30,000 permanent crew members on the carrack and the worship of the Skadi Lord were even greater.

The ram of the Bordello directly penetrated the weak side armor of the thing, and the flat hull was almost torn apart. The bodies of the two monsters seemed to be embedded in each other, but the small Galaxy-class battleship was not as solid as the Bordello and soon began to crack.

The whole Bordello was roaring, and the elite battleships of the empire showed a powerful power far beyond those civilian ships, because in the knocking and calculations of the technical priests, and in the design drawings of the imperial sages, this battleship was something that helped the empire gain a foothold in this endless black void.

The weapon that accomplished all the great actions was the Bordello. She usually looked like a ship of hope carrying the heroes of the Empire or a pioneer who had traveled half of the Ultramarine, but her true appearance was like this, a killing machine.

In the end, all the noise and roar became illusory. In the gunpowder fired by those complex gun barrels, Bordello tore open the curtain composed of smoke, death, metal and explosion. The glittering hull still expressed the sign of death to those who were not loyal to the Emperor.

The Whippers also killed on the last relatively intact warship. The enemy's attacks were getting slower and slower, and the intervals were getting larger. Therefore, Lord Magron repeatedly commented on the greatness and tactical sensitivity of the Lord of Skadi from the holographic projection. "Great Lord Alanbair, your tactics are just like those inherited from your reputation, accurate, deadly, and courageous."

He said naturally. "You seem to be very smart, at least the best among your brothers, so..."

"Give my advice to your master. In front of the Lord of Skadi and the Lord of Wandering Port, we are just pawns!"

He held the whip and wrapped it around his neck, tied one end to the decoration of his seat, and then jumped down from his throne. With a quick height difference, his body was in the air and soon began to twitch. For his own territory, this man hanged himself...