Chapter 1604: The Death of Mekkatorque

The Palesi Royal Fleet and the Sigmar Fleet confront each other, and the situation is critical.

Sigma tried to explain it to Saint Rhys Celatis in the correspondence.

"Your Majesty, please believe that I did not rebel. This must be a human conspiracy. I will prove my loyalty with practical actions."

Sigma was almost prostrate, showing his loyalty to Saint Rhys Celatis, like a begging dog.

When he was trying to survive in the bottom group, in order to survive, his posture could be lowered into the soil.

Now, what he was facing was the key to life and death, as long as he could get Saint Ruisi Celatis to give him a chance, he could do anything.

The Palesi group who crawled out from the bottom can do anything to survive, but this level of begging is nothing at all.

"Mekkatorque is rebellious, even a low-level lowly person like you who has been recruited will rebel! What do you think I am?! Am I a clown that you can play with at will?!" St. Rhys Celatis roared angrily.

Saint Rhys Celatis issued hundreds of recall orders to recall Mekkatorque.

But so far, Mekkatorque has not accepted the order to return to Templar for investigation, but defied the holy order and continued to command the fleet.

This made Saint Rhys Seratis feel that his majesty was gone, and he didn't even have the ability to control the royal fleet.

When he learned of Mekkatorque's rebellion, Saint Rhys Seratis was already extremely angry, and now there is another recruiting rebel to rebel.

A battlefield commander at Mekkatorque's level may still have investigation value.

A rebel leader, die is die.

Saint Rhys Celatis even wanted to crush Sigma to death directly, regardless of whether he was really loyal or not, even if it was just to vent his anger.

However, Sigma's prostrate and loyal attitude on the surface made him very satisfied.

In fact.

He'd be happier if it was Mekkatorque, like Sigmar, who prostrated himself and swore allegiance.

Ever since Mekkatorque was appointed as the commander in chief of the war, Saint Rhys Seratis has been waiting for Mekkatorque to show his loyalty, just like Sigmar is doing now, like a begging dog.

If Mekkatorque lowers his stance, he will be very satisfied and will give him more power.

However, Mekkatorque never let go of his pride. Even when he swore allegiance, he only said allegiance to the Holy Church, not to him, Saint Rhys Celatis.

"How did you let me see your loyalty?" Saint Rhys Celatis asked coldly.

When Sigma heard it, half of the stone hanging in his heart fell down.

As long as there is communication, there is hope.

Sigma quickly replied: "Your Majesty, I will do whatever you want me to do. I am His Majesty's most loyal servant, and I will only obey His Majesty's orders."

"Okay then, your fleet will be the vanguard and charge towards the human fleet." Saint Rhys Seratis said in a cold tone.

Sigma froze.

The two characters in the sentence of Saint Rhys Celatis are read as "pioneer" and written as "cannon fodder".

To launch a charge against the human fleet would be courting death.

However, in space battles, there is always cannon fodder.

Obviously, Saint Rhys Celatis wanted him to be cannon fodder.

If possible, Sigma would naturally not want to, but now he had no choice.

Sigma immediately prostrated and agreed: "Yes! Your Majesty. I will lead the fleet to charge the human fleet and fight for Your Majesty!"

"Then let's start." Saint Rhys Seratis looked at him coldly, wanting to see how he would launch a death charge against the human fleet, how he would smash his body to pieces, and demonstrate the fate of a traitor.

...

After the communication is disconnected.

The lieutenant of the Sigma Fleet approached and asked, "Boss, are we really going to be cannon fodder?"

"Otherwise? With the Royal Fleet's guns on their buttocks, what else can I do besides going forward? Being cannon fodder, at least there is a possibility of escaping from the battlefield." Sigma naturally didn't want to be cannon fodder obediently, and began to plan how to survive .

Just when he was thinking about ways to survive.

Suddenly, a naval gun roared, awakening his thoughts.

boom!

A dozen warships of the Sigma fleet suddenly fired at the Royal Palesi fleet.

The fleet, which was already tense, suddenly went off fire.

The Royal Palesi fleet was bombarded and counterattacked almost as soon as Sigmar's fleet opened fire.

The naval guns that had locked on to the Sigma fleet originally spewed out dazzling cannon light.

boom! boom! boom……

Sigma was frightened and angry, and shouted at his opponent: "What's going on? Who fired the cannon?!"

"No... I don't know, the secondary guns of several battleships suddenly fired, and it was not our artillery fire." The artillery crew quickly explained.

However, it was too late to say anything.

The left wing of the Palesi Royal Fleet has already opened fire. The warships of the Sigma Fleet are originally rebels, and their military literacy is not that high. When they are bombarded, they instinctively counterattack in order to survive.

The naval guns of both sides roared, and the fight became a pot of porridge.

The battleships of the Palesi Royal Fleet are excellent, and their firepower crushes the Sigmar Fleet.

The Sigma fleet moved while counterattacking, trying to struggle.

at the same time.

Sigma hastily sent a message to Templar, trying to explain: "Your Majesty, don't fire, Your Majesty... It's a human conspiracy, not my order to fire the cannon, it must be a human mechanical spy."

When the Sigma Fleet was incorporated, the Palesi Military Council had already conducted a comprehensive inspection of the fleet.

With the technology of the Palesean civilization, it is impossible to leave any mechanical spies in the fleet.

And Saint Rhys Celatis no longer wanted to listen to his explanation, and didn't even want to look at him again.

Because his focus is all on Mekkatorque.

Duke Tuttle has boarded the flagship of the Royal Fleet and presented Mekkatorque with an order to take over the Royal Fleet.

However, Mekkatorque disobeyed and wanted to take control of the fleet's left flank and stop the firefight with Sigmar's fleet.

The Royal Palesi fleet was thrown into disarray.

In the end, Saint Rhys Seratis sent out a quasi-galactic templar, and captured Mekkatorque directly.

Duke Tuttle took over. He originally looked down on the rebels like Sigma who had been recruited back, and ordered the left wing of the fleet to wipe out the Sigmar fleet.

...

at the same time.

On the Shenzhou.

Fang Yuan saw the battle on the left wing of the Royal Fleet of Palesai, and knew that the pawn Sigma had exploded.

At the same time, Zhao Anya sent information: "Mekkatorque was captured by the quasi-system-level templar and returned to the Templar star, and the Palesi royal fleet was taken over by Duke Tuttle."

"The time has come, the whole fleet launches a general attack." Fang Yuan slowly issued the final general attack order.

The eight fleets of the human expedition fleet, a total of 12,000 dark matter-class battleships, as well as the fleet of the mechanical empire and the fleet of photosynthetic civilization, launched the final general attack on the Royal Fleet of Paleser.

Chaos occurred on the left wing of the Palesi Royal Fleet, which caused a flaw in the formation of the fleet.

The human expeditionary fleet launches a general offensive, which is fierce and overwhelming.

The Royal Palesser Fleet was routed from the front, and Duke Tuttle ordered a full-scale counterattack.

However, vacuum zero-point energy warships are still inferior to dark matter-class warships in terms of combat power.

The Royal Palesi Fleet was still routing at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a flood that broke its embankment, and there was no way to stop it.

...

at the same time.

On a destroyer returning to Templar.

Mekkatorque struggled fiercely:

"Summerfield! What are you doing? Now there is a problem on the frontal battlefield, and there is chaos on the left wing. All of this is a human conspiracy. If the fleet formation is chaotic and the human beings launch a general attack, the frontal battlefield will inevitably be defeated.

"At this time, I absolutely cannot leave the battlefield. The commander of the fleet is away and has the right to temporarily suspend the order of the home planet.

"Summerfield, send me back to the battlefield now, immediately! Immediately!"

Summerfield was the quasi-galactic templar sent by Saint Rhys Seratis to capture Mekkatorque.

He looked at Mekkatorque with a cold gaze, and responded: "I only obey His Majesty's order. If His Majesty asked me to take you back, you must go back, not even a minute late."

No matter how hard Mekkatorque struggled, he couldn't break free from the shackles of a quasi-galactic templar.

He could only helplessly be brought back to the Templar Star, before Saint Rhys Celatis.

At the same time, there was news that the frontal battlefield was defeated and the royal fleet retreated.

Mekkatorque threw himself on the main hall, and shouted to Saint Rhys Seratis angrily and beggingly: "Your Majesty, send me back to the battlefield. Go back now, maybe there is still a chance."

"Where do you go back? Go back to serve your old master? Take my fleet with you!" Saint Rhys Celatis scolded angrily.

"Your Majesty, there is no time to explain now. As I said, I am only loyal to the Holy Church, and everything I do is for the destiny of civilization." Mekkatorque tried his best to defend.

"Yes, your allegiance is to the Holy Church, not me. In your opinion, the last seat should be replaced by someone else! Isn't that right?" Saint Rhys Celatis scolded sharply.

"Your Majesty, haven't you seen it clearly yet? All of this is a human conspiracy..."

Mekkatorque released a document of human civilization, explaining: "All this is recorded in their civilization history.

"In the strategy of attacking the army, attacking the heart is the top, and attacking the city is the bottom.

"Their civilization has experienced countless civil wars. They are good at attacking the mind, and they succeeded. This is a divorce plan!"

Saint Rhys Celatis hadn't thought about it, but even if it was a human conspiracy, it didn't prevent Mekkatorque from having a rebellious heart.

It's not even just a rebellious heart, but it has been put into action.

"Divorce? So, you want to tell me, is it a lie that you secretly rescued Caesar Seratis?!" Saint Ruisi Celatis scolded angrily.

Mekkatorque fell silent, as he did send Lucas' Ghost Fleet to secretly rescue Caesar Seratis.

This is a fact, and there is nothing possible to argue against.

After Mekkatorque’s excited emotions passed, he slowly returned to calm, and some things gradually came to his mind:

"Although I don't want to admit it, I did lose this war, even if I didn't lose on the frontal battlefield.

"Yes, I did send the fleet to rescue Caesar Seratis, but I did not intend to betray the Holy Church.

"Rescuing Caesar Seratis will allow the rebels to surrender and indirectly solve the dilemma of Andromeda α1024's 300,000 noble fleet.

"I still want to keep it simple.

"This incident has been a human conspiracy from the very beginning.

"Caesar Celatis is a bait, I fell for it, so I lost."

When Mekkatorque said this, he looked up at Saint Rhys Seratis, the fluctuation in his expression was astonishingly crying, and he smiled miserably: "No matter what I say now, His Majesty will not send me back to the battlefield, Right?

"However, Tuttle is really not the right person to be the commander-in-chief, he is more suitable for fighting for power and profit in the upper echelon of civilization.

"While Will would admit it, they won."

Saint Rhys Celatis snorted coldly: "You lost, but I didn't lose."

"The frontal battlefield has been defeated, and the only thing left in this battle is struggle." Mekkatorque looked at the battle situation in the holographic image, and couldn't help feeling sad.

Saint Rhys Seratis snorted coldly, and connected to the communication of the flagship on the front battlefield.

On the communication screen, a picture of Duke Tuttle appeared.

Duke Tuttle was a little anxious, but when he saw Saint Rhys Seratis, he immediately saluted respectfully: "Your Majesty, your fleet is fighting for you."

"Tell him how the battle is going." Saint Rhys Celatis asked coldly.

"Yes, the battle is proceeding according to our plan, lure the enemy deep, and then launch a counterattack. As long as the human fleet chases the low-speed spectacle, their doomsday will come." Duke Tuttle replied sternly.

When Mekkatorque heard this, his face turned pale, and he scolded: "You can't let them enter the low-light speed wonder, absolutely not!"

"Shut up!"

After listening to Duke Tuttle's report, Saint Rhys Celatis felt much better. He berated Mekkatorque and ordered the guards: "Take him down, bring him to the accusation stand, and show him the result of the war." After the victory, throw him into the Abyss of the Forsworn."

"No, human beings must not be allowed to enter the spectacle of low-speed light! Tuttle, you sinner of subjugation..." Mekkatorque shouted loudly, was dragged out of the hall by two guards, and sent to the condemnation platform of the Templar star.

He stood on the confession platform, looked at the Abyss of the Forsworn below, saw the lightning and thunder, and the changing situation, just like the battle situation in the distance.

He was unwilling a lot, but at this moment, he felt deeply powerless and hopeless.

He tried his best to save this civilization, but failed in the end.

The decisive battle is not over yet, but he has seen the end.

He screamed heart-piercingly, trying to make Saint Rhys Celatis change his mind, but it didn't make any sense.

The paranoia of being usurped once made this king fall into madness.

He turned to look at the two guards behind him.

Two guards, armed with weapons, stared at him.

One of them said aloud; "General Mekkatorque, you'd better not resist, wait here quietly, and we won't hurt you. Your Majesty said, let you see the end of the war.

"After the victory, His Majesty will definitely be very happy, and maybe he will pardon you then."

Mekkatorque smiled miserably and looked towards the sky. After a long time, his eyes fell back on the two guards: "Do you have any descendants?"

The two guards didn't understand what he meant.

"If there are, take them away. Stay away from the Templar Star. The Andromeda galaxy is big enough. Even if you lose the battle, as long as you stay away from the main channel, you can watch your children grow up and make life less regrettable." laughed.

The two guards were even more confused. The former fleet commander in front of him was about to be thrown into the Abyss of the Forsworn. At this moment, he suddenly laughed, which puzzled them very much.

"After today, Palesi will no longer exist. The brilliance of the sanctuary should be the most dazzling in the world. But it will soon be extinguished. Forgive my incompetence."

After Mekkatorque finished speaking the last sentence, his body slowly fell back, fell into the Abyss of the Forsworn, into the sea of ​​thunder and lightning clouds, and was instantly submerged by the turbulent current.