"We're under heavy attack!"
"Attention! Attention!"
"We've been hit!"
The Hyperion lurched as if struck by an invisible heavy fist, listing drunkenly to one side.
An enemy Yamato Cannon had scored a direct hit. The impact was so tremendous that even Augustus on the bridge felt the deck shudder.
If the gravity boots on Augustus's armor had not gripped the deck firmly enough, he would have been flung away like several sailors running across the deck, crashing down hard amid cries of pain and blood. Things were only worse on the lower decks. Some of the less fortunate never got back up, most of them repair workers patching breaches in the hull.
Like an enraged giant, the Hyperion immediately turned and locked onto its attacker.
It was a Void construct shaped like a Minotaur-class Battlecruiser, an imitation of creatures and technology from the material universe created by the Void Shadow—like a shadow split off from another battlecruiser.
But anyone could tell at a glance that it was different from a real battlecruiser. These shadows were shrouded in an inescapable darkness, glowing with ominous red light from head to toe, as though stitched together from countless red threads and drenched in pitch-black blood.
In regions where Void energy was especially dense, these counterfeits were far more powerful than they were in the physical universe.
Augustus saw the other two Gorgon-class Battlecruisers open fire almost at the same moment as the Hyperion. Massive blasts of flame erupted in dazzling crimson, like an eruption from a sunspot.
Volcanic bursts of light immediately exploded from the loathsome thing's body, each one larger than several Odin mechs put together.
It had forced its way here under the firepower of multiple Imperial warships and was already at the end of its rope. Now it was finished