843. The Lost Fleet (14)
Luukri-Hok-class battleship's hyperspace jump was completely unstable. The entire battleship was shaking violently. Gravity Generator also had problems. The battleship was completely tilted.
"Fuck! I said there must be a problem! There must be a problem! Such a big spacecraft forced into hyperspace under such circumstances, I can't even locate the impact point!" Cun Te cursed while busy.
Das-Malthael didn't say much. He walked over and pushed the operator in charge of the direction away. He grabbed the rudder of the battleship and directed it to the right!
"Dead... Lord Archangel of Death! This... you can't move the rudder during a hyperspace jump!" The operator was completely confused by Darth-Malthael's action, and he fell to the ground and said quickly.
Das-Malthael ignored him at all and just held on to the rudder.
Because of his operation, Luukri-Hok-class battleship actually began to slowly rotate in hyperspace, and the vibrations became more and more violent, even to the point where people could no longer stand still. They even began to wonder whether the battleship would disintegrate.
But disintegration did not happen. Cun Te shouted, "There are still 10 seconds to escape from hyperspace!"
However, he did not wait for 10 seconds. As soon as he finished speaking, the scenery outside the porthole suddenly returned to the dark space of the universe. Then everyone was stunned to see an extremely huge behemoth right in front of them!!
Plague Titan warship!
That super huge body of 14,100 meters long, even the Luukri-Hok-class battleship with a diameter of 3,170 meters, is as small as a baby in front of it. Although the battleship now looks dilapidated, with fires everywhere, the terrible sense of oppression so close at hand is still suffocating!
Even if you look through the porthole now, the huge iron-gray hull of Plague almost occupies the entire field of view, and the extremely huge burning Steel City is getting bigger and closer!
The operator on the bridge was immediately stunned, "It's going to hit..."
Boom~~~~~~
Zhiqa~~~~~~~~~~
There was a huge roar, accompanied by an earth-shaking tremor, and almost everything in the battleship flew up in an instant, and then hit the ground hard!
Everything became a mess, the collision continued, the vibration almost made everyone unable to stand, and the huge metal friction sound made it almost impossible to hear any sound in people's ears.
Das-Malthael's action just now saved everyone on the ship. He allowed the Luukri-Hok-class battleship to have a certain amount of inertial kinetic energy at the moment it left hyperspace, thereby avoiding the close impact and preventing the battleship from being directly hit in two by Plague.
However, the result of the collision with this 10,000-meter giant ship was still extremely tragic. At least a quarter of the ring hull was broken off and fell off. It was almost impossible for the crew inside to survive, and tens of thousands of lives were lost in an instant.
However, such a collision had no effect on Darth-Malthael. He swayed, came to Cun Te, helped him up, patted him on the shoulder, and then turned into a black smoke and rolled out, quickly disappearing without a trace.
The collision lasted for a full 2 minutes before the two battleships gradually separated. The technicians on the battleship quickly started busy, self-checking the system, repairing the battleship, and treating the wounded.
Cun Te took a deep breath, got up from the ground, walked over and grabbed a Gran General on the bridge, and said loudly, "Where are your people? How many are still alive?"
This Gran General hadn't recovered from the impact. He hesitated for a long time and couldn't figure out the east, west and north. Cun Te slapped him in the face and roared loudly, "What the hell are you still doing here? Send all the people who can move out! Steal the ship, you idiot!!"
Gran General just woke up from a dream, and quickly jumped up and turned on the communicator and said loudly, "Inform all formations, as long as they are able to move, set off immediately! All set off! The wounded will be on standby, and the formations with missing members will be integrated into other formations on the spot! Repeat! All set off!"
All Gran Marines who were on standby inside Hangar Platform immediately took the shuttle and flew straight into Blade Fleet like locusts!
Bang! Snap!
An electric spark burst out from a disconnected wire, awakening Hunter. He held up his helmet and found that the area around him was in a mess. The ceiling had collapsed. The group of B-1 combat robots they had just fought with were all crushed under the rubble and turned into a pile of scrap metal. Many Clone Trooper wearing white polymer alloy armor were also crushed underneath.
An alarm was sounding inside the helmet, indicating that they were now in a vacuum state, but the battleship's Gravity Generator was still working and did not let them float.
Hunter looked up. From the huge gap above his head, he could see the huge ring-shaped body of Luukri-Hok-class battleship, as well as countless warship fragments and parts floating in space.
But what is even more dazzling is the blue and white striped painting and the hexagonal logo on this battleship!
"Separatists... reinforcements..." Crosshair's voice came from behind.
Hunter turned around and saw Crosshair, Clearance King and technicians standing up from under the ruins, as well as several other Clone Trooper. One of them he knew was the soldier who argued with Mimban when he first came into contact with Shen Qiaoen's troops. His name was Iron Box.
"How is the situation?" Hunter asked.
"It seems that Plague collided with another Separatists warship. Although this is a good thing, it is obvious that they have reinforcements." Crosshair 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 Separatists. There is no way to know the situation of Master Shen Qiaoen. We can only rely on ourselves."
Hunter looked at the light spots flying out from the Luukri-Hok-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 Plague's bridge. Now we are going to complete this mission and then retreat." Hunter said seriously, picked up his Blaster rifle from the ground, turned around and left.
"But..." Iron Box wants to say something else.
"This is how we work." The technician nodded at him and kept up with Hunter's pace.
"Let's go! Blow up the bridge, hahahaha!!" Clearance King laughed, picked up his six-barreled blaster machine gun and walked over.
Iron Box and the other surviving Clone Trooper looked at each other, nodded firmly, and followed Hunter Squad's pace.
Plague has been almost completely paralyzed, but with the arrival of this Luukri-Hok-class battleship, Fourth Civilization finally has reinforcements.
The shuttle secrets loaded with Gran Marines took off densely, flying towards Blade Fleet, with a very clear purpose——
Grab the boat!