(Thanks to Nano Plague Swarm: Luo Yu for the reward bonus chapter 10/30)
Elsewhere, aboard the Death Lord's warship, the Death.
This traitor warship, steeped in a sinister atmosphere, was about to meet its end.
After three days of bombardment, Li Qinwu's Fortune far outclassed them in both firepower and defense. The Death, only four kilometers long, had been pinned down and hammered by the nearly six-kilometer-long Fortune for three days.
At last, the Death's Void Shields were beginning to buckle under the Fortune's attacks.
Inside the Death's bridge, a Dark Tech-Priest issued a warning to the Death Lord:
"Lord, if the enemy continues attacking us at this frequency, our warship's Void Shields will overload in two hours!
"At that point, the enemy's weapons will directly strike our ship's hull. Our physical armor will probably only withstand a few hours of their artillery fire.
"If they close in and launch torpedoes, we'll be sunk instantly!"
On the Throne Mechanicum of the Cambridge, the Death Lord sat with an exceedingly grim expression.
A closer look would reveal that his left hand was gone, replaced by a mechanical arm.
When Li Qinwu had chased him down while shooting at him, he had been forced into a desperate measure: having a Terminator hold him while they performed a long-range teleportation.
Long-range teleportation was extremely dangerous. Some people arrived off target and became embedded directly in steel bulkheads.
Their bodies fused with the metal at a molecular level, killing them on the spot.
At the time, Li Qinwu and the others had thought Death's teleportation had succeeded. In truth, it had not gone quite so smoothly.
The Terminator had held the Death Lord and teleported onto his warship, only to become embedded in the ceiling. His body, armor, and the ceiling fused at a