Chapter 376 In This Tomb

The void became a cemetery. Countless sunken warships were like tombstones of the Empire lying horizontally or vertically in the void without up and down, left and right. The growing and widespread deep space stations were more like a huge clock tower to remember the dead.

Whether it was the heroes of the Empire or the greedy traitors, they were all away from the cold and the void at this moment, and their souls returned to the highest sky. Only the air inside the ship that had not yet been completely burned emitted smoke, and only the transport planes that shuttled through the adamantine fragments collected resources and useful intelligence, such as the enemy's individual soldier level or equipment situation.

It's just that the equipment levels of the traitors were different, and there was no unified maintenance method. Such intelligence was not valuable, and the important information that had been encrypted was difficult to be cracked in a short time. Even if the astropaths were all language masters and proficient in cryptography, it was difficult to understand the complex and changeable encrypted language that had been interfered with by the subspace in a short time.

When the enemy approached, those things became irrelevant. The small warships of the Empire were required to hide in the endless wreckage of warships in the war zone, and at the same time they had to be vigilant against the scattered and defeated remnants of the enemy outside.

After the destroyer was filled with torpedoes, the number of warships of the Imperial Guard had been reduced to more than 90, and the number of dead heroes was more than 60,000, all of whom were loyal soldiers and civilians of the Imperial Navy. The void ruthlessly swallowed their souls, those sufferings, those pains, but they caused more to the enemy before their souls returned to the throne, and lived up to the name of the Empire's elite.

Their relatives will never see that hero again. They were turned into pathetic ice blocks by the ruthless void, and scattered with the collapse of the warships, like the stars in the sky, illuminating the future of the Empire.

On the warships of the Empire, all the soldiers and civilians bowed their heads, facing the names of countless dead compatriots on the holographic screen, and mourned for those flesh-and-blood brothers who had never met or remembered them. The officers took off their hats, the sailors no longer maintained the deck, and the voice of the Imperial Navy Admiral made the last prayer for them.

"Forward!" He shouted in a heroic and long voice. "Forward, through the sea of ​​fog, the cold void, the soul ship, high over, black holes, comets, stars or stars, forward!"

"Since our ancestors, my father, myself, humans have wandered here, looking for a place to settle down, countless sacrifices, countless pains, countless deaths, and now, they still build the empire in the void, the foundations of flesh and blood, sing higher than the boundless Milky Way, sing, sing!"

The navy raised their heads together. "In the cold stars, the storm is ruthless, far away from the warmth, in this empty grave, you will see warships sinking and floating in the void, far away from the crazy stars, far away from the empty grave."

Their voices were low, this was the ancient ballad of this star zone, still passed down from the expedition to the present, representing the truth of this universe, and the faint hope.

Suddenly, their voices rose a major key. "Why not ride the wind like a beautiful bird of prey?! Ride the wind, soul of the empire! Away from the crazy stars, away from those empty graves..."

The singing stopped, when those brave men lay down because of the fatigue of exploration and didn't want to get up, their bodies rotted, their souls sublimated, the haze was beyond the clouds, they no longer needed to wander, they returned to their homes, and their souls no longer wandered.

And in these graves, the war will not stop, the prayers and farewells are very short, those warriors, the living people are in a fighting posture again, just like most people's misunderstanding of the Imperial Navy, they are elegant, free, and even more lax than the army, and this group of gentlemen is also the core force that keeps the empire to this day, and there is no doubt about it.

They crossed graves one by one, layers of debris, tombstones, madness, and now, their wandering will continue until humans completely conquer this universe.

The admiral stopped praying and looked at the countless approaching red dots in the astrology instrument. The attack also began. This time, the Imperial Navy must move faster, faster, and more accurately. His pressure can be imagined.

He listened to the communicator. In the rapid beeping, he realized that the war had started again. The Tau drone issued a warning. The estimated number of warships was 300, which was three times that of the Imperial Navy. However, the Ark of the Evil Omen did not appear. The admiral breathed a sigh of relief. He understood that with this number of remaining warships plus the Ark of the Evil Omen, the Empire had no chance of winning.

So far, the entire Imperial Navy held its breath. This time they did not attack at the fastest speed like last time. It was not that the bombardment was useless, but that they needed to wait. War is not just about tilting firepower, but also about some cunning.

The enemy cannot bypass this cemetery. It is a natural bunker. The huge range also determines that they cannot bypass it. Otherwise, the slow speed will cause the army to advance slowly and be attacked by more firepower. Bypassing also means exposing the flank and being easily attacked by the Empire.

They realized that the Empire had special reconnaissance methods, so they would no longer take risks on information. After learning from the experience of the vanguard troops being wiped out, they became more vigilant, and this vigilance became their shortcoming.

As the enemy's large forces gradually approached the area called the cemetery, countless warship remains hindered their shooting. They naturally slowed down and searched for wreckage to analyze the situation. They did not expect that among those remains, the destroyers of the Imperial Navy had been waiting for a long time.

The captain of the Imperial Navy looked at the auspicious instrument. He turned off the communicator and plasma engine, and hid behind the ruins in a posture where torpedoes could shoot on both sides. He looked at the approaching enemies at the command point. There was no doubt that there were a large number of them.

He cleared his throat and said. "This is the last time." There was not much emotion, nor did he seem to be afraid. He had already prepared. He was a major general of the Empire and also the captain of the Empire. He gave up everything to join this chorus, and wanted the sound to be long and spread throughout the void, using his life and the powerful machine soul of this loyal sword-class destroyer.

In the intricate warship carcasses like the ruins of countless flashing sparks, the machine souls operated by the traitors trembled because they found the Empire's warships. It obviously hesitated, and then several torpedoes sank into its huge body. Under the flashing light, tens of thousands of enemies died.

And there was not only an enemy next to the warship, but the torpedoes were gone. The captain looked at the dense red dots in his auspicious instrument and spoke without hesitation. "Impact!"

The plasma engine burned, the preheated engine started, and this sword-class warship that had been in service for many years was exerting its full temperature. The captain raised his wine glass high, and the red wine was shaking. In the buzzing tremor, he shouted.

"Let's sing loudly, a toast to my comrades, a toast to my compatriots, a toast to my lover, a confused journey, it will be difficult to gather again, move forward! For the Emperor!"

The huge mass gathered in the propulsion, the bright plasma engine flashed with a light far beyond the soul of a mortal, the machine soul was roaring, and on the enemy's divination instrument, this warship looked bright red.

Countless shells, light spears, and even a few torpedoes were fired like thunder. In order to hide, they turned off the void shield because the void shield generator had huge energy fluctuations. So far, countless shells hit the warship directly, and the shield area, crew lounge, command post, except for the power system, were all collapsing one by one.

At the same time, several transport planes as big as small stars left the ship and boarded the enemy warships in the distance at the risk of their lives. They looked at their former home, the huge ship fearlessly advancing, the light of its machine soul was extremely dazzling, and at the same time, the fellow boarding ships on the flank were evaporated by the enemy's close-in defense guns, and only half of the transport planes touched the outside of the enemy warships...

And the huge ramming horn of the sword class still cut through the boundless void, and the sharp front section embedded in the enemy's interior, a battleship that was much larger and more powerful than it, detonated its core, and the plasma caused a huge explosion after a short failure, and the scorching flames engulfed the entire area.

And such a situation is constantly repeating in the war zone. The enemy has penetrated deep into it and is now paying the price. Countless heroes of the empire have exchanged all of themselves for all of the enemy. In close range, torpedoes, collisions, and boarding battles have never stopped for a moment.

The entire graveyard area turned into a hell on earth, with explosions and death. In the next war against the Ark of Evil Omen, all the ships that were powerless gave up everything and approached the enemy of the empire. They were much more powerful than ordinary fire attack ships, but the price was indescribable.

The senior admiral took off his hat. He watched the dense red and green dots on the divination instrument gradually disappear. He rarely experienced such a situation in his long war career. He felt suffocated. It was rare, but he did feel the long-lost feeling of powerlessness now.

He raised a glass of high-alcohol Amset and swallowed it whole. This thing would not make him drunk. This old sailor, old captain, old commander, loved freedom from the bottom of his heart. He wanted to travel in the void without worries, so he had to give up everything, such as kindness, or tolerance.

He stood up with a red face, his wrinkled cheeks with a hint of alcohol, and then spoke to the entire fleet.

"Free souls of the Emperor, fire, avenge the brothers, make them unable to leave this cemetery, bury them together, let the flames become the requiem of the enemy and brothers!"

Fire, fire, endless anger turned into actual shells, the light illuminated the entire cemetery, the heat bursting was as red as blood, and it was all over the place, and they didn't know when they would meet those compatriots again, they had to say goodbye, with artillery fire, those guys who sang together, it's time to leave them.

This long and continuous, painful and fierce requiem ended, and the entire cemetery became a silent place, no warships left, they won, spent 50 warships, destroyed a large number of enemy's living forces, only heavy cruisers and battleships were left, leaving those loyal souls in pain.

The admiral exhaled a long breath of hot air, which turned into a thin white mist in the cold circulating air. He looked at the empty auspicious instrument, stood up, and was ready to announce a phased victory, but the next moment, the huge energy reaction caused the entire fleet to issue a buzzing warning.

An Omen Ark came, that thing was as big as a planet, slow, and surrounded by countless warships, but the Tau drones did not react. There was no doubt that they discovered the Tau's tricks and destroyed those things at the same time. Now the Imperial Navy's blind trust in those intelligence has become a problem...

The giant squeezed the entire channel, and the corpses of those warships were useless for this planetary engine, but its huge size also meant another thing, that is, another Omen Ark could not appear now, otherwise the gravity of the two behemoths would pull each other and they would collide with each other.

It was the first time for the admiral to witness the legendary planetary engine. Those huge monsters that usually existed in the legends of the Empire, whether they were alien or heretical, were far beyond his imagination. He felt suffocated at this moment. A holographic projection came from the remaining warships, outlining the posture of this huge monster in this lightless world.

It was something like a huge flat irregular mosaic, densely packed with strange protrusions and suffocating depressions, comparable to Terra's moon, and at the same time similar to the barnacles on the bottom of a ship, which accumulated over time.

The admiral has seen countless monsters and monsters in his long battle career, but he has never seen this monster. His breathing stagnated for a moment, and the next second, a large number of artillery shells and light spears attacked in huge numbers far exceeding the previous enemies of the empire. Come, be precise and intensive.

Amid the violent tremors, the light as bright as a star made people unable to open their eyes. The void shield of the fleet ahead completely collapsed. In the second round, several battleships of the heavy fleet would be destroyed!

The most important Engili spaceport was also attacked by intensive shooting. However, its huge size of hundreds of kilometers and the planet-level void shield on it easily resisted those crazy shootings. At the same time, Alan Bair's communication also came later. .

The admiral looked at the young man in the holographic screen and subconsciously felt relieved. He was a little unsure whether his emotions were still stable, but he suddenly realized why so many people in the empire regarded him as a saint.

He spoke, but stuttered. This was extremely out of character, but he quickly adjusted his attitude. "I...our battleships have not been damaged for the time being, but the next shooting will cause huge losses. The enemy is not stupid. They locked our area through the titanium drones, and this shooting actually has a lot of firepower. If it deviates, they don’t know the accurate shooting distance, and it will only be more deadly next time.”

"The Astropath predicts that we will lose 10% of our battleships in the next shooting!"

Alan Bayer did not answer for a long time in the holographic projection, and after a few seconds of silence, he spoke.

"Let the battleship group go behind the Engili Spaceport. I believe that the war fortress obtained by the blood of our soldiers will not be lost to the so-called Heretic Ark. The Emperor's light protects us, for the Empire!"

The admiral showed an incredible expression, but this emotion flashed past. He subconsciously felt that the lives of the soldiers should be exchanged for the safety of the spaceport, but now he understood that if the Imperial Navy was completely destroyed, this sector would be lost to the Empire. Ability.

That is, even if they win, Pangia cannot be unified for a long time. At this point, the admiral realizes that the rumors he heard that Commander-in-Chief Alan Bair wanted to turn the entire sector into a fortress were not empty talk.

He stumbled and answered like a new recruit at the moment. "Yes, for the empire!" But there was no trace of hesitation in his words.