As the Saint Sword Kalagan began to blaze, the battlecruiser was still afloat, but Major General Magus and his entire command staff had perished in the utterly collapsed bridge.
Still, he should have been able to rest in peace. The things he, a general, couldn't accomplish could always be done by ordinary soldiers faithfully carrying out their duties.
In fact, half a minute earlier, the captain of the light cruiser Crimson had gritted his teeth and kicked away the wreckage of the pipes pinning his leg. Ignoring his badly mangled right leg, he used the last of his strength to activate the recorder.
Before an arc tore through the cruiser's ion reactor, the camera had already focused on the enormous "Hive Mothership." Its appearance, brimming with divine majesty and demonic ferocity, would reach General Luo Wentur in Sumer in ten minutes.
Of course, barring any mishaps, it should also reach the Privy Council of the Celestial Domain within half an hour.
Once he was certain the message had gone through, the captain let out a foul breath that tasted of blood and bits of his innards. His heart overflowed with a sense of noble duty, and then he fell silent forever.
He was the last person in the fleet—and the only officer to deliver a complete report to his superiors.
Then the fourth and fifth waves of arcs flashed into view, beginning their lethal hunt and sending the remaining Imperial warships to their doom.
The bridge of the Saint Sword Kalagan had caught fire almost immediately, but the ship herself had held out until the end. Even after losing the bridge and its command, the remaining crew, led by the surviving officers, had piloted her in a charge toward the enormous Leviathan. They had even managed to fire the last