Chapter 650

Tens of thousands of Drop Pods poured from the fleet's belly like a swarm of metal bees, carving dense trails through the void.

The surfaces of those steel containers, resembling "coffins," bore the emblems of their respective companies—

The runes of the Black Templars, the scales of the Flame Salamanders, the bleeding hearts and wings of the Lamenters, the serrated fangs of the Carcharodons, and more.

Every Drop Pod's thrusters spewed blue exhaust flames, weaving a dazzling web of death against the dark backdrop of space.

Meanwhile, the combined fleet formed by four companies fired its weapons in the void, sounding the silent prelude to this drop assault.

The Emperor-class Battleships' secondary batteries began precise volleys. Large-caliber beams and Plasma Cannon Shells powerful enough to destroy cities now seemed to be used as "surgical scalpels."

Several blinding flashes of blue light streaked past as the tearing-field generators the Tal'darim had established throughout the derelict ship exploded. Their warped energy fields scattered like shattered glass.

Then came the anti-air turret clusters—

The Flame Salamanders' plasma macro-cannons swept the area in a carpet bombardment, each shell blooming into a blue fireball hundreds of meters wide across the derelict ship's surface.

The Tal'darim fleet had already collapsed into chaos.

Those motherships that had struck fear throughout the Koprulu Sector now scattered like startled fish.

The Black Templars' strike cruisers drove them onward like sheepdogs, while barrages from every kind of cannon formed metal storms in the vacuum.

A few Tal'darim warships occasionally tried to organize a counterattack, only to be immediately greeted by the Sojourner-class Dreadnoughts' matrix beams—

Wherever that white light passed, only drifting plasma afterglow remained.

The Tal'darim fleet was indeed among the foremost fighting forces in the Koprulu Sector of the StarCraft universe, but before warships of the Forerunner Civilization,