843. The Lost Fleet (14)

The hyperspace jump of the Lucrehook-class battleship was completely unstable. The entire battleship was shaking violently, and the gravity generator also had problems. The battleship was completely tilted.

"Fuck! I said there must be a problem! There must be a problem! With such a large spaceship forcibly entering hyperspace under such circumstances, I can't even locate the landing point!" Munte cursed while busy.

Darth Marthael didn't say much. He walked over and pushed the operator in charge of the direction away, grabbed the rudder of the battleship, and filled it directly to the right!

"Dead... Lord Dead Angel! This... you can't move the rudder while jumping in hyperspace!" The operator was completely confused by Darth Marthael's action, and he slumped to the ground and hurriedly said.

Darth Malthael ignored him at all, just holding on to the rudder.

Because of his operation, the Lucrehook-class battleship actually began to slowly rotate in the hyperspace, and the vibration became more and more violent, even to the point where people could not stand still. They even began to wonder if the battleship would disintegrate.

But the disintegration did not happen, and the village special shouted, "There are still 10 seconds to get out of the hyperspace!"

However, he didn't wait for 10 seconds. As soon as his voice fell, the scenery outside the porthole suddenly returned to the dark space of the universe, and then everyone was stunned to see an incomparably huge behemoth in front of them! !

The Plague Titan!

The 14,100-meter-long super-giant body, even the 3,170-meter-diameter Lukri Hook-class battleship is as small as a baby in front of it. Although this battleship looks dilapidated now, there are fires everywhere, but it is near The terrifying sense of oppression so close at hand is still suffocating!

Even if you look at it from the porthole now, the huge iron-grey hull of the Plague occupies almost all the field of vision, and the incomparably huge burning steel city is getting bigger and closer!

The operator on the bridge was stunned, "I'm going to hit..."

Boom~~~~~~

Squeak~~~~~~~~~~~

There was a huge roar, along with the earth-shaking tremor, almost everything in the battleship flew up in an instant, and then smashed to the ground!

Everything got messed up, the collision continued, the vibrations made it almost impossible for everyone to stand, and the loud metal friction made it almost impossible to hear anything in people's ears.

Darth Marthael's action just now saved the entire ship. He allowed the Rukrihuk-class battleship to have a certain inertial kinetic energy at the moment of leaving the hyperspace, thus avoiding the close proximity. The collision, so that the battleship was not directly smashed into two sections from the middle by the plague.

However, the result of the collision with this 10,000-meter giant ship was still extremely tragic. At least a quarter of the hull of the ring was broken and fell off. It is almost impossible for the crew inside to survive, and tens of thousands of lives were lost in such an instant. fade away.

However, this kind of impact had no effect on Darth Marthael. He swayed, came to the villager to help him up, patted his shoulder, and turned into a black smoke and rolled up directly. Go out, and soon disappear without a trace.

The impact lasted for a full 2 minutes before the two warships gradually separated. The technicians on the warships quickly began to work, self-checking the system, repairing the warships, and treating the wounded.

Munter took a deep breath, got up from the ground, walked over, grabbed a Gran general on the bridge, and said loudly, "Where are your people? How many are still alive?"

The Gran general hadn't recovered from the impact. He hesitated for a long time and didn't understand the south, east, north and west. Cun Te slapped him in the face and shouted loudly: "What the **** are you still doing here? Send everyone out! Steal the boat, you idiot!!"

The general of the Gran people woke up like a dream, jumped up quickly and turned on the communicator and said loudly: "Notify all formations, as long as they are able to move, start immediately! All departure! Formation! Repeat! All set off!"

Tanizo

All the Gran Marines who were on standby in the hangar platform immediately set off on the shuttle, flying directly into the Blade Fleet like locusts!

boom! Snapped!

An electric spark erupted from a disconnected wire, awakening the hunter. He supported his helmet, and found that the surroundings were in a mess, the ceiling had collapsed, and the team of b-1 battle robots that had just fought with them were all crushed under the ground. Under the ruins, there was a pile of scrap iron, and many clone soldiers wearing white polymer alloy armor were also pressed underneath.

An alarm was going off in the helmets, indicating that they were now in a vacuum, but the ship's gravity generators were still working, keeping them from floating.

The hunter looked up. From the huge gap on the top of his head, he could see the huge ring-shaped body of the Lukri Hook-class battleship, as well as countless fragments and parts of the battleship floating in the space.

But what's even more dazzling is the blue and white paint on the battleship, and the hexagonal logo!

"Reinforcement of separatism..." The voice of the front sight came from behind.

The hunter turned around and saw that the crosshair, the Wrecker King, and the Technician also stood up from under the ruins, as well as several other clone troopers, one of whom he knew was the first time he had met Shen-Jon on the planet Mingban before. When he was in contact with his troops, the soldier ~www.mtlnovel.com~ who was raising a bar with him was called a tin box.

"How's it going?" the hunter asked.

"It seems that the Plague has collided with another separatist battleship, although this is a good thing, but obviously they have come to reinforce." The sight said calmly.

The technician tried the communicator and found that it was full of noise, "No, it's all interference, the electromagnetic environment of the entire airspace seems to be controlled by separatism. There is no way to know the situation of Master Shen - Jon, we can only rely on myself."

The hunter looked at the light spots flying out of the Lukri Hook-class battleship, nodded and said, "Let's go, we still have work to do."

"Wait a minute, what are you going to do?" Iron Box stopped him.

"Our previous mission was to destroy the bridge of the Plague. Now we will complete this mission and then retreat." The hunter said seriously, picked up his blaster rifle from the ground, turned around and left.

"But..." The iron box still wanted to say something.

"That's how we do our work." The technician nodded at him, following the hunter.

"Go! Blow up the bridge, hahahaha!!" The Wrecker Wang laughed and carried his six-barrel blasting machine gun and walked over.

Iron Box and the other surviving clone troopers glanced at each other, nodded firmly, and followed the hunter team.

The Plague has been almost completely paralyzed, but with the arrival of this Lucrehook-class battleship, the Fourth Civilization finally has reinforcements.

The shuttle full of Gran Marines took off in a dense manner and flew towards the Blade Fleet with a very clear purpose

Steal the boat!

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