2019, head-to-head confrontation
The bright red fighter jet broke into FateSpinner's Hangar Platform very roughly, even though FateSpinner's Hangar Platform is actually a relatively spacious type. After all, this Shatter-class WarMaster (Shatter-class WarMaster) has a standard carrier-based aircraft of 180 aircraft.
(Similar to Chiss calling their battleship Man-of-war, Grysk calls their battleship WarMaster... Ah, in short, Unknown Regions is all kinds of weird, both in terms of country name and battleship name, destroy it...)
However, no matter how spacious it is, compared to the speed and maneuverability of a fighter jet, this Hangar Platform is too narrow.
But... this dagger-shaped blood-red fighter jet about 30 meters long showed incredible flexibility. The fighter jet actually moved around inside the hangar, bombarding it with the help of six laser cannons installed in the front.
The fighter jets parked inside the hangar were destroyed one after another. The crew and ground staff were instantly carbonized and evaporated under the ultra-high temperature of the laser cannon, leaving the hangar in a mess.
Inside the bridge, General Yves was so frightened that he couldn't care less. He grabbed the adjutant by the collar and roared, "Where did this fighter come from? What happened?!"
"No... I don't know. That fighter jet seemed to have appeared suddenly... I have no clue where it was before or how it flew here..." The adjutant was also dripping with cold sweat.
After all, they are still a huge formation with 230 cruisers. Although they may be overwhelmed by 100,000 drones, they still cannot completely lose control of the battlefield. The 230-seat WarMaster-class radar will at least have a minimum understanding of everything on the battlefield.
However, no one knows where this fighter came from.
The FateSpinner warship was taking off fighter jets at the time, so the Hangar Platform's hatch was wide open. However, the entire process from the appearance of this blood-red fighter jet to the moment it flew into the hangar took no more than 3 minutes. If this fighter jet hadn't fired plasma torpedoes, it probably wouldn't have appeared at all!
"Quick! Seal the hangar and send out Marines! Blow up that fighter jet for me!" Admiral Yves roared loudly.
"We should retreat quickly and protect Lord Jikstus to the rescue cabin..." The adjutant was interrupted by a slap from Admiral Yves before he could finish his words.
"Stupid guy! Marines will leave it to you to lead him! Get out of here!" Admiral Yves kicked him aside.
Go to the rescue cabin? Are you kidding? There are 100,000 drones out there!
Group after group of fully armed NirKaldon soldiers rushed towards the hangar. NirKaldon is a physically strong militarized race. Among the client races under Jikstus, it is a very capable race, so it is his main race.
At this time, the blood-red fighter jet had stopped wreaking havoc, was landing, and opened its hatch.
Without saying a word, several Fourth Civilization Marines directly set up the anti-aircraft missile and pressed the launch button! However, something terrible happened. As soon as the anti-aircraft missile was launched, it was directly fixed in mid-air by an invisible force. Then it slowly began to turn around and flew back in front of the horrified eyes of these Marines.
boom! boom! boom!!!
Several anti-aircraft missiles exploded inside the hangar, and the endless sea of fire immediately completely engulfed the place!
Bang!! Fierce flames accompanied by a powerful shock wave erupted directly from the hangar door, forming a sea of fire in the corridor!
Those Fourth Civilization Marines didn't think about whether they would survive when they launched the missiles, so the result was actually similar. Subsequently, there was a steady stream of Fourth Civilization Marines running towards this direction.
However, they saw a terrifying scene——
In the sea of fire that filled the sky, a person slowly walked out! A man was wrapped in a black cloak, and the shadow of the hood obscured his face, but he could still tell that he was a human being.
Although he looked short, the moment he walked out, there seemed to be a terrifying howl of ghosts and wolves in the minds of everyone present! However, there was no sound around...
Das-Malthael!
Buzz~~~~~~A black Lightsaber shot out from Das-Malthael's hand.
The ferocious sword hilt is more than one meter long, and Lightsaber exudes a strange black light. The weapon itself seems to be a terrible curse!
"Shoot! Shoot!! Kill him!! Kill him!!!" The adjutant who had just arrived at the scene was frightened when he saw this scene. He pointed at the black cloak and shouted hysterically.
The surrounding Fourth Civilization Marines suddenly opened fire wildly, and countless lasers and bullets poured towards Darth-Malthael.
There is no explosive technology in Unknown Regions, so they use electromagnetic weapons and laser weapons.
However, this intensive attack was blocked by an invisible barrier about one meter in front of Darth-Malthael, and he didn't even move a finger.
The corners of his mouth under the hood were slightly raised, revealing a chilling smile, "Ah... mind control has made you lose your fear. Hehehehehe... It's time for you to experience that long-lost feeling again."
He raised his hand and the adjutant suddenly felt that his body was being pulled directly by an invisible force without control. Then, he saw that the surrounding scene was dislocated, as if it was divided into two.
What was split in two was his own body.
The dark Lightsaber cut him open from the middle with one sword!
"Kill! Kill! Kill him!!" NirKaldon soldiers opened fire wildly, but it had no effect at all.
Das-Malthael just walked over, facing countless lasers and bullets, and came to Fourth Civilization Marines. With a sharp sword, he chopped off one person's head, then the second person, and the third person...
He seemed to enjoy this process very much, just killing all the soldiers who appeared in front of him with one sword after another.
"Hehehehe..." In the eerie laughter, Das-Malthael turned into a black smoke and shuttled through the crowd, and everyone's heads were separated wherever he passed!
He did not go directly to the bridge, but first fought all the way to the middle of the battleship. Looking at Hyperspace Core in front of him, he waved his hand and all the surrounding instruments, soldiers, ventilation ducts, and cables were smashed towards the core! There was a dull explosion, and Hyperspace Core turned into a pile of scrap metal.
The hangar was destroyed, Hyperspace Core was destroyed, and a hundred thousand drones were watching outside. Now the FateSpinner battleship has completely become a completely closed coffin.
And the game has just begun.
Das-Malthael sneered and squatted down, randomly took out a communicator among the layers of corpses that he had just killed on the ground, pressed the button, and said slowly, "Tell me, where are you? Grysk."
A strange telepathy came, but Darth-Malthael remained calm at all, and the telepathy disappeared without a trace. He said to the communicator, "Don't do this with me, Grysk. Use your vocal organ to speak properly. If not, I don't mind making a hole in your face."
A deep voice came from the communicator, "Grand Duke of Dawn, Tang Xiao!" Although this voice was extremely angry, it sounded quite cultivated and magnetic, not like the voice a villain should have - gloomy and hoarse.
"How dare you come here alone! You madman," the voice continued.
"Because I'm really curious about you, Grysk. And... look, didn't I give you a chance? Face me." Das-Malthael's smile was eerie, and under the shadow of the hood, a pair of pupils shining with golden light were clearly visible!
"I'm waiting for you here. In my palace." The voice said, "I'm waiting for you, Grand Duke of Dawn, Tang Xiao."
At the same time, those Fourth Civilization Mariness who had been looking fierce just now, with expressions of wanting to tear Darth-Malthael into pieces, suddenly stopped. Even though Darth-Malthael continued to chop several more people, they did not waver at all.
Then, these people stepped back and stood on both sides of the corridor, bowed and made way for them.
"Here, you should call me with fear... Darth-Malthael." Darth-Malthael tilted his head, only to see the bodies of hundreds of soldiers in this corridor fell down without warning, and died on the spot!
Das-Malthael then didn't bother to do anything to these soldiers who had obviously been directly controlled and turned into dolls. He had no interest in doing so.
He was welcomed by these people all the way to the FateSpinner bridge.
Fleet Commander Admiral Yves was waiting on the bridge. When he saw Das-Malthael approaching, he stood at attention and saluted, and said in a neither humble nor condescending manner, "I am Fleet Commander, Admiral of the Navy Yves, the agent of Lord Jikstus, the Coordinator. You..."
"Go away." Das-Malthael raised his hand and pushed him aside lightly, but looked at a fully enclosed cabin on the floor above the bridge. During the one or two seconds of this action, Admiral Yves's body began to wither and shriveled up visibly to the naked eye, and finally fell to the ground and became a horrific mummy.
Das-Malthael looked at the cabin and said with a smile, "Do you want to come out by yourself, or let me drag you out."
The tightly sealed outer wall of the fully enclosed cabin suddenly cracked open and a door appeared. Then, dozens of fully armed Grysk warriors came out.
These Grysk warriorss were wearing combat armor, armed with laser rifles, and each wore a scary-looking mask.
It is worth mentioning that these masks were originally supposed to be complete, but now, the right sides of the masks have been artificially damaged. Burning, cutting, and various other methods destroyed the right side of the mask in an extremely hideous manner, which was in sharp contrast to the intact left side.
These soldiers came out, split the two sides of the cabin door, raised their guns and pointed them at Darth-Malthael without any scruples. They were also unafraid of the god of death who had just killed the battleship.
To be honest, this is the first time that Das-Malthael has really seen the combatants of Grysk in the past few months since the war with Grysk Hegemony. He can feel the powerful aura on these people. There is no doubt that these people are warriors who have experienced hundreds of battles, and as Grysk, they all have extremely powerful telepathic abilities.
According to the abilities shown by Grysk, just such a guard of dozens of people can easily destroy a planet!
And what kind of existence is the person who drives such a star-killing guard...
Das-Malthael looked towards the cabin door, his eyes full of twisted anticipation, excitement, and bloodlust!
A Grysk wearing silver combat armor, a tall hat, and holding a Longsword made of an unknown alloy sat on a suspended throne and slowly floated out.
He looked down at Das-Malthael and said coldly, "I am Grysk Hegemony High Coordinator, Jikstus. First time meeting, Dawn Your Excellency."
"Tell me, where is your home planet?" Das-Malthael got straight to the point.
"Both of us standing here control the life and death of countless people, countless planets, and countless civilizations. But your opening remarks seem to be interrogating me." Jikstus replied coldly, "The conversation between us can determine the future direction of Chiss territory, as well as the diplomacy between Grysk Hegemony and Duchy of Dawn. I hope you will consider your words carefully."
"Then let me change the subject." Darth-Malthael groped inside his cloak, "Should you follow me yourself, or should I chop off your head and take it away in my pocket?"
After saying that, he threw a metal collar directly from inside the cloak. This is clearly the collar that Protoss used to imprison those Grysk prisoners.
Jikstus was obviously irritated, but he still suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice, "You should know that even now, there is still a lot of room for maneuver and even room for cooperation between Duchy of Dawn and Grysk Hegemony."
Das-Malthael sighed, "You don't seem to be aware of the current situation, Grysk. I am standing here, which means you have lost. All that remains to be discussed is how you prayed for death at my feet... and death is a luxury that, generally speaking, I am not willing to give away easily."
But Jikstus looked as usual. He obviously controlled his emotions very well, especially in front of Grand Duke of Dawn. As Grysk Hegemony's High Coordinator, he couldn't lose his dignity.
He said, "You have also seen that this fleet is just a miscellaneous army, far from the real power of Grysk Hegemony. The overlord already knows what is happening here, and he is unwilling to confront Duchy of Dawn head-on, but again, this does not mean that we will be afraid of you. And this is my last... warning to you."