Heavy Artillery Barrage

"Pass down the order. Have Charles Heides destroy their starship, cripple it, then bring all the beauties inside to me!"

"Fuck!"

Charles Heides had been commanding the cruiser to evade the enemy fire while returning fire when he suddenly received that order. He nearly jumped up and cursed Mom.

In a situation like this, that bastard was still thinking about women.

Just how rotten had that Young Master become?

He wanted Charles to destroy the enemy warship while capturing the women inside.

Damn it, those demands were far too harsh—far too high!

This was asking for his life!

Veins bulged on Charles Heides's forehead as he stared at the damage data flashing red across the tactical screen, his teeth grinding audibly.

Three gashes had already been torn into the cruiser's starboard armor, and the Energy Shield's output had fallen to the critical threshold. If this continued, they would turn into space junk before they ever captured the enemy.

"All units, attention! Concentrate fire on their engine bay! Leave survivors, but stop fucking holding back!"

He grabbed the communicator and roared, his knuckles turning white from the force of his grip.

That idiotic Young Master hiding in the luxurious rear cabin, knowing nothing but wine, women, and revelry, had no idea how dangerous the front line was.

If the enemy's main cannon had been off by another half degree just now, the entire bridge would have been blasted to pieces.

Sangqina gripped the control stick tightly, the loose strands of hair on her forehead soaked with sweat.

The alarms aboard the starship had merged into one continuous wail. Piercing metallic screeches came from every part of the hull, as though it would fall apart the very next second.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Ailaria desperately repairing the energy