Chapter 300 A Long Day

The Cursed Echo received everything.

The determined and powerful core filled it with strength.

At this moment, it swam out of the turbulent soul tide of the warp eagerly and impatiently. The seven plasma fusion reactors of the ship provided it with enough power under the work of slaves, until its tail fell into the dark sea water of the real universe with a long and gorgeous Geller force field bubble and ozone plasma strip.

The inhuman giant structure composed of the unliving and the indescribable souls roared behind it, or tempted any soul who dared to look back.

The gap closed.

Suddenly, a slightly excited voice broke the silence on the bridge.

"Coronation of the Crown! Visual distance!" The Lord of the Auspicious Instrument reported loudly. The old man's face was distorted by a hideous eight-pointed star mark. He was wearing the red slave robe of the Red Pirate. "System data is being corrected! Distance: 1,300 kilometers! My Lord, we, we succeeded! We are now behind the enemy, and their sensors will definitely find us in about 33 seconds."

(*... Another symbol full of metaphors. There are so many metaphors in my life that it is boring.)

"Metaphors are right. Things always have two sides, even omens. It depends on how you look at and use it. If you can only hear the curse echo from the massacre ten thousand years ago when you arrive at Tessaguassa, then no matter how it develops, it is obvious that nothing good will happen. ”

(*But you went to so much trouble to save this ship that would have been blasted into cosmic dust by the indirect effect of the Rubicon-class Cyclone torpedo. I don’t see how it will be of any help to the next thing. Of course, if you fail at that time, I can still be merciful and continue to lend you power, so that you can escape like a drowned dog.)

“Just watch, you stupid little pig, you really underestimate your ability. To be honest, if my baby PEPEA can get such a useful ability as yours…”

(*(Threatened and very angry hissing) You are dreaming!! Don’t even think about it!!!)

“Okay, okay, just talking.”

Rami Zane slightly reconfirmed the operating screens he saw in the scene provided by Curze.

“Connect to the navigation hall.”

After a burst of electric sound, Octavia’s tired and hoarse voice came out from the roaring mouth of the gargoyle loudspeaker.

"Your Highness."

"I need you to use your talent to launch a psychic attack on the Crown Coronation immediately after ten countdowns, before they raise their shields or escape into the warp."

"Ten countdowns... Yes, I think it's okay, Your Highness, the Cursed Echo is very excited now, and it's ready."

"Cyrion?"

"...My Lord." Cyrion's voice rang with a wry smile, "I know what you want to ask, I have reconnected all my power armor interfaces to the device probes you gave us. Ursus, Lufricks and the others are struggling. Oh, Lufricks and the other blood eyes are struggling So powerful that we had to knock them all unconscious before we could tear off their power armor."

"It should be so. I allow it, but no video recording, turn off all sensors and camera probes. Ciel?"

"My Lord, they have been linked to the navigator's throne, and the anti-breakaway safety devices are all bolted." The champion of the warband paused, "If there is an accident, I will take action."

"Very good. Octavia."

"Your Highness. Energy will be called up soon." The woman clenched her teeth, her voice sometimes whispered and sometimes harsh, as if she was fighting and pulling against one or a group of invisible forces. "Bridge, Lord of Power, keep the thruster power and the hull stable and balanced, prepare for impact-I know, I know, and I am your navigator, I allocate, I guide, calm down, obey me."

In the background of her call, there was the sound of something strong struggling desperately in confinement, and the long breath of suffocation sounded like they were being bled like big animals to be slaughtered.

The person sitting on the command throne also took a deep breath and leaned back on the throne - although the second half of this relaxing deep breath was choked by the still poor air quality here.

The mechanical bishop who was responsible for most of the maintenance work on this ship suddenly felt creepy.

The entire ship suddenly stopped with the navigator's loud chanting, and the Lord of Power scolded the control team in the engine room, and dozens of responses fed back the efficiency of the slaves' work.

It was as if something huge sucked away all the energy in an instant, and even the lights on the bridge dimmed for a moment.

"Oh, it's about to start." Ramizane said softly in the voice of Conrad Curze. "In any case, she is the key, although Talos never really discovered the significance of his prophecy about her."

(*... Do you really think that the future of doomed decay that I have bestowed upon these sinners and their descendants in order to stop the spread of the poison can be changed by your efforts?)

"Efforts are made to successfully change, not to give up efforts. Watch."

"Fire." Eurydice from Terra shouted loudly in front of the Pantheon that was highlighted by the whirlpool of cold, non-human hunger that was broken in the roaring sea of ​​souls.

"Lighthouse, star torch, the fire that cuts through the long night has been lit! The Emperor's will has taken shape here! Where the light blades of the stars point to! From the dawn of the unification of the Empire, trillions of human souls dedicated to the never-stopping engine of the Imperial Golden Throne! Men, women, old people and children! I have seen you! I hear your voices! Light up! Light up that path!"

The woman's hoarse voice echoed on the bridge, "Starry sky in the sky! Guide me, guide me to ride this demonic wave!"

The eager response of the Cursed Echo surged in its engine, like a deep-sea predator of ancient Terra, it was restrained and guided by the reins formed by the navigator's talent and will, opening its empty mouth full of sharp teeth and claws to the scarlet cruiser in front, spewing out dark and cold void cold waves that were invisible to human physical vision from the empty muzzles in front of it.

For the first few seconds, nothing happened, as the Coronation looked to have successfully turned and was about to pull away to fire its weapons—while the Echo of the Damned had temporarily run out of energy.

Then, in the auspex's magnified view, the scarlet cruiser froze.

"The target is losing energy rapidly!"

"Master of the Auspex, Madam Communications, confirm the soul signal for us."

"Instrument interference... recovered! Confirming... dormant or comatose state! The other party has lost power!"

First there was a whisper of praise, then it gradually became a loud praise.

Ramizane smiled at everyone on the bridge who cheered and paid the highest praise to their master, and did a good job of hiding the fact that he was secretly relieved.

(*You must have been a bit stubborn just now.)

"Shut up." At the same time, the pale face of the Night King turned to Talos who was guarding the bridge, "--I'm not talking about you, Talos. The command deck is now yours. Start looking for some suitable people to finish the work on the other side. Remember my instructions, don't cause extra casualties, and listen to Malcharion's opinions. I'm going to have a good rest. Don't call me unless it's something important."

Dietrian, who was sitting at the control console, also straightened his metal body again.

"The wrench of the Om Messiah." The mechanical bishop sighed, "Finally, this long day is finally coming to an end."

"That's right, bishop."

The Night Lord narrowed his eyes, "You just have some time to work overtime. Explain to me what "Scream" is. I hope to see your report after my rest."

"..."