The Luukri-Hok-class battleship's hyperspace jump was completely unstable. The entire warship shook violently, and the Gravity Generator was malfunctioning as well, leaving the ship tilted to one side.
"Fuck! I told you there'd be a problem! I told you! A ship this huge forcing its way into hyperspace under these conditions—I can't even pinpoint where we'll come out!" Cun Te cursed as he worked frantically.
Darth Malthael said nothing. He strode over, shoved aside the crewman handling the controls, seized the ship's helm himself, and cranked it all the way to the right!
"L-Lord Archangel of Death! You... you can't turn the helm during a hyperspace jump!" The operator was completely stunned by Darth Malthael's action. He fell to the floor and hurriedly protested.
Darth Malthael ignored him completely, gripping the helm tightly.
Under his control, the Luukri-Hok-class battleship actually began to slowly rotate within hyperspace. The shaking grew increasingly violent, to the point where no one could remain standing. They even began to wonder whether the warship would break apart.
But it did not break apart. Cun Te shouted, "Ten seconds until we exit hyperspace!"
Yet they did not wait ten seconds. The moment he finished speaking, the view beyond the viewport abruptly returned to the pitch-black expanse of space. Then everyone stared wide-eyed at the unimaginably massive object directly ahead of them!!
The Plague Titan warship!
Its colossal 14,100-meter-long body made even the 3,170-meter-diameter Luukri-Hok-class battleship seem as tiny as an infant. Though the warship now appeared battered beyond recognition and was burning in countless places, the terrifying pressure of its close proximity was still suffocating!
Even through the viewport, Plague's iron-gray hull nearly filled their entire field of vision. The enormous burning Steel City grew larger and closer by the second!
The bridge crew stared in horror.