Chapter 513: Impotent Rage "Right Decision" "Shield"

Orson Krennik's roar of anger resounded throughout the control room.

His eyes were sharp, sweeping over the staff present, and everyone lowered their heads, for fear that they would accidentally attract deeper anger.

The originally cramped atmosphere became even more tense because of the upcoming "storm" that was about to break out.

Seeing this, the correspondent responsible for contacting the outside world immediately controlled the console in front of him and tried to call out the external communication interface.

However, the signals on the screen are messy, and various data jumps in a mess, and the information is completely unrecognizable.

At this moment, the correspondent's expression became extremely complicated, and extreme anxiety and unconcealed fear appeared directly on his face.

The correspondent's hands pressed the button in a panic on the console, continuing to try to resume communication, but no matter what, there was still only a piece of garbled code on the screen.

This caused fine beads of sweat to ooze on his forehead and uneasiness in his eyes.

And Krennik's anger could almost be "touched". His cold eyes locked on the correspondent, and the atmosphere solidified at this moment.

The correspondent took a deep breath, his face turned pale, and finally, as if he had made some difficult decision, he spoke slowly, with a clear tremor in his tone:

"The director is unable to contact the outside world due to enemy interference."

The correspondent almost gritted his teeth and said this sentence, his voice full of helplessness and fear, as if every word was as heavy as lead.

These words made the atmosphere of the entire control room frozen instantly, and only the voice of the correspondent echoed in everyone's ears like an echo.

Moreover, as this sentence fell, Krennik's eyes were filled with irresistible anger.

"What are you doing?" His voice almost exploded in the air. "Are we helpless? A bunch of incompetent waste, unable to even handle communications?!"

"General. Director"

The correspondent who faced Krennik's anger turned pale in an instant. He wanted to defend himself, but he didn't know how to speak, so he could only respond with trembling:

"Even if we lose contact with the outside world, as usual, if we do not deliver today's report at the scheduled time, the Empire will send a fleet near Scarif to investigate.

Besides, we tried to send the information out as soon as we were attacked. It would probably not take long for support to arrive."

"It won't take long?" Krennik's face darkened, and his facial muscles couldn't help but twitch.

He suddenly turned around and pointed his finger directly at the big screen beside him.

"How long do you think we can last?!" Krennik's voice rose, with an irrepressible rage:

"Look at it! Look at the screen! The number of garrison troops is declining sharply at a speed visible to the naked eye, and our green areas are rapidly eroding by those dazzling reds!"

His fingers almost poked the screen, and his tone increased. "How long do you think you can wait? Can you wait?"

The correspondent's face turned completely pale, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

As a "soldier", he could not withstand the pressure of the aura of the senior general, his throat tightened and he couldn't even speak.

And Krennik's anger still gushed like a fountain, pressing the air into heavy, and every word of him hit everyone's chest like a heavy hammer.

At this time, Krennik had turned to the door of the main control room, and his cloak swung violently with his movements.

Before leaving, he continued to scold, "Is this your preparation? Do you want to see all this ruined and then wait for the support of the empire? Let me stay at my post!"

After saying that, Krennik's figure disappeared into everyone's eyes.

Following closely behind were a group of death guards wearing black armor. Their steps were steady and powerful, and the sound of their steps echoed in the empty general control room, making people feel oppressive.

?

For a moment, a strange dead silence filled the control room.

The staff opened their eyes widened and exchanged doubtful gazes, as if they could not believe what was happening in front of them.

The director, who is usually decisive and condescending, turned around and left in a mess, but did not give any follow-up instructions yet?

The senior commanders who were originally given heavy responsibilities and their subordinates had long been used to Krennik's instructions and to welcome the commands and scoldings like the wind at any time.

But today's situation makes everyone feel unprecedentedly at a loss.

No one spoke, and no one dared to speak up easily.

However, as time passed by minute by minute, the senior generals who had just had a glimmer of hope gradually realized the cruelty of reality.

Krennik's departure is undoubtedly a signal.

The choices of the senior management have been made.

The stormtroopers stationed inside and outside the facilities, including them, were completely abandoned pawns and could not engage in a head-on confrontation with those unidentified enemies.

Their combat power, equipment and even morale cannot compete with the opponent's fearless impact.

Soon, several senior generals reacted almost at the same time, exchanged their eyes, and made the same decision as Krennik in an instant-

That is, it is important to run away quickly and save your life.

For their own life, they did not hesitate or say anything. They just quickly sorted out their belongings and hurriedly left the control room.

Their decision was not dragged on, as if in sharp contrast to the chaos and tension in the control room.

When these senior generals left, those who were left were those low-level officials.

Although they also realized the seriousness of the situation, they could not evacuate their posts at will.

There was still some hope for the senior management, but it collapsed completely at this moment. Everyone was forced to face a cruel reality, that is, the command center was completely out of control and no one could command effectively.

Only empty echoes and rapid footsteps were left in the main control room. The low-level officials sat back to their respective positions silently, operating the already collapsed system step by step to maintain superficial order.

And in each of them, they are filled with confusion and uneasiness.

After a long time, dull and rhythmic footsteps suddenly came from the distance of the passage.

Dong, Dong!

The sound was like a huge rock falling into the lake, fluctuating layer by layer, gradually approaching.

All the low-level officials present felt a cold sense of oppression, as if they were shrouded in some invisible force, their bodies trembled slightly and could not control themselves.

Immediately afterwards, the faint green light emitted by the eye monitor "teared" the atmosphere in the control room.

Several creepy sons wearing titanium power armor appeared at the door.

Their facial armor was cold and emitted a sharp green light through their eyes, like searchlights, scanning each official one by one.

And the faint green light seemed to penetrate everyone's soul and accurately capture the slight emotional fluctuations and nervous expressions of the officials.

The movements of these creepy sons were not rushing. Their steps were extremely steady, and the cold aura spread out, with unparalleled oppression.

As they slowly walked in, every second of waiting now was like a silent trial for the low-level officials.

Without waiting for the heartbroken son to raise the blaster in his hand

"Don't shoot!! Let's surrender!"

"Yes! Let's surrender!"

These officials who knew that they had become abandoned children immediately surrendered and raised their hands to signal that they would not make any threatening moves.

Seeing this, the creepy sons standing in the control room seemed to have anticipated this scene and did not express any surprise at the sudden surrender of the low-level officials.

They still maintained a cold and ruthless posture, with their bodies as tall as iron, still scanning the surroundings and keeping alert.

One of the crumbling sons stepped forward steadily and walked straight to the console.

The crummy son lowered his head slightly, glanced at the console, then reached out to touch the socket behind the helmet, and took out a unique module.

The module has a strange appearance, showing a square outside and round inside. In the center of the module, there is a slightly flickering ring, and a light red light slowly emanates from it.

The Scarlet Son slowly placed the module on the console.

As the module contacted the console, suddenly, the light in the center of the ring suddenly intensified, and then the light condensed into a miniature figure.

When this "shadow" appears from the ring, she immediately makes a step move, as if there is a space separated from reality. "She"'s steps are light and silent, and then "draws into" the inside of the console.

As the figure "disappears", the system of the entire console also began to change.

And then-

Buzz ~— Buzz.

The harsh alarm that originally resounded inside and outside the facility gradually weakened, and it was completely silent as if it had lost its power. It was like a dying giant beast, unable to make its final shout.

Immediately afterwards, a group of confused imperial officials discovered that the screen in front of them had changed surprisingly.

The monitor with the wrong garbled code flashed suddenly returned to normal state, and the information was clearly presented in front of him.

However, what made all the imperial officials uneasy was that the archives and materials closely related to the fate of the empire began to scroll rapidly on the screen, the speed was dazzling, as if they were being subjected to some invisible force.

In other words, it is constantly browsing by a program, or even extracted and "killed".

The officials almost subconsciously opened their mouths, their eyes were frightened, and their eyes kept wandering on the screen, unable to believe everything they saw.

At this moment, some officials almost fell into occupational diseases and wanted to control the buttons to prevent the leak of archive information.

Fortunately, they quickly recovered and stopped their restless hands in time.

They were all abandoned, surrendered, and they wanted nothing more.

As for the module taken out by the Scarlet Son and the figure who "drunk" into the console, it is actually a copy of their 1-in-one smart AI data.

Although data copying does not have the "nonsense" ability as the ontology, it is enough to completely hack Scarif's system and complete a series of operations such as file transfer, takeover of control, and locking key targets in a short period of time.

At the same time, on the apron located at the southern end of the main facility, Orson Krennik was in a hurry, and there was no trace of calm on his face, only that kind of tight anxiety.

The Randam-class shuttle, which had already started the engine, was parked in front, with heavy wings like the wings of a giant beast, and the hatch door was open, waiting for Krennik to step in.

Behind him, more than a dozen dead soldiers wearing black armor followed silently.

Death Troopers are the elite among the elite. They are selected from the top 10,000 or even 100,000 of the Stormtroopers, and then sent to the Death Trooper Training Camp in Scarif to receive more rigorous training.

At the same time, these top troopers will also receive corresponding strengthening surgery to allow them to surpass their own physical peak and have reactions and strength that ordinary Stormtroopers can hardly imagine.

With more advanced weapons and equipment, Death Troopers have become a terrifying existence for the enemy.

Krennic has never doubted the strength of Death Troopers, but he does not want to give his life here in vain.

Instead of sending guards to assist the local Stormtroopers in fighting, it is better to follow him on the shuttle, take advantage of the chaos to rush to the Death Trooper Training Camp in Scarif, and then summon more Death Troopers, and then seize the opportunity to completely escape Scarif.

To be honest, Krennic, who has a strong sense of utilitarianism and ambition, knows that after this battle, his status, power and reputation will plummet, but he does not want to die.

As long as he is alive, there is a chance to turn the tables. Failure and death are the results he cannot tolerate.

If the troops that raided Scarif belonged to the Rebel Alliance, he would do his best to wipe out the "thugs" and disintegrate the opponent's plan.

But the enemy he is facing now really makes Krennic feel extremely scared.

The group of Thousand Sons, who are more than two and a half meters tall and each body is like a steel sculpture, Krennic even regards "them" as existences that have little to do with humans.

In his eyes, the Thousand Sons are no longer "people", but cold-blooded tools, perhaps a combination of machinery and flesh and blood.

The defense line composed of stormtroopers and various vehicles is like paper in front of the Thousand Sons, so sending out the loyal and faithful death soldiers who are responsible for his safety is purely useless.

At this moment;

Just when Krennic was less than ten meters away from the shuttle——

Boom, boom, tramp——!

Krennic heard a sound like an elephant running wildly from behind, and when he wanted to turn around to observe, he found a group of afterimages passing over them and heading straight for the Landam-class shuttle in front.

Boom——!!

Then, the shuttle was "smashed through" and "stomped on" by the afterimage, causing a violent explosion.

!

This moment made Krennic dumbfounded, and he almost stumbled and fell.

The death soldiers reacted quickly, and hurriedly stepped forward, aiming their guns at the shuttle that had become a metal wreckage in a fan-shaped formation, and directly pulled the trigger to launch fire suppression on the unknown "object" that destroyed the shuttle.

Swish—swoosh—!

Countless blaster beams suddenly poured out, making the burning wreckage more intense.

But.

The fire suppression of the death soldiers was completely ineffective, because the blaster beams were blocked and offset by a faint psychic shield before they successfully hit the target.