After quietly listening to the captain's detailed report, Azrael's face instantly darkened, as gray and gloomy as storm clouds. It was as though an invisible weight had descended upon him, mercilessly snuffing out the last faint glimmer of hope in his heart.
"Cease the attack! Hold your positions and await my next orders."
Azrael issued the command in a nearly despairing yet helpless tone. The moment he finished speaking, he cut off communications with the captain without hesitation.
Like a deflated balloon, he slowly raised a hand and removed his heavy power helmet. Then, with a gloomy expression, he turned his gaze toward Mo Tuo in the distance.
"Did you receive the news?"
Mo Tuo's lips curled slightly, forming a smile that was not quite a smile, as he watched Azrael's utterly miserable face with interest.
Earlier, when Mo Tuo learned from Wood that the Minotaurs Chapter had already boarded this Battle Barge in assault craft to reinforce the First Company,
he immediately activated the communications jamming device, completely severing contact between the Minotaurs Chapter and the fleet.
The communications jamming device could effectively block all outgoing transmissions from within the warship while also preventing outside messages from entering, leaving Azrael entirely cut off from his fleet.
Only now did Mo Tuo decide that the time was right to begin persuading Azrael to surrender. He ordered the jamming lifted, allowing Azrael to receive the outside calls for aid and making it impossible for him to remain calm.
"Yes, I received it..."
Azrael seemed to have completely abandoned the dignified image he had once maintained as a commander. He roughly dropped onto the cold, hard floor, collapsing like a lump of mud with his head hanging low as he listlessly answered Mo Tuo's question.
Seeing this, the smile on Mo Tuo's