Him and their stars.

Chapter 1919: Unscientific Insect Control

The irregular oval outline of a pupa is covered with a cold and hard shell and even finer scales. The chitinous outer armor seems to have been carefully polished and polished, and the surface reflects the starlight, as if flowing with mysterious spirituality.

Sharp spikes sprouted from the carapace, like ramming horns that could pierce the battleship's armor at any time.

Isn't that just a Leviathan Hive?

However, its scale was so huge that it seemed like an ancient sacred object from the previous universe. It was as if the brilliance on every piece of armor condensed the essence of a civilization.

Compared with this "mother nest" that suddenly landed in this galaxy, his own hive mothership was like an incomplete and inferior imitation.

...But now the question arises. If that thing is the mother nest, then what am I?

Charlie was confused.

Of course, what is admirable is that even if she was really confused and even began to doubt her life, it did not affect her high-speed navigation and stealth during her escape at all.

The navigator on the Holy Sword Karagan was also in a state of confusion. She looked at the huge warship that suddenly appeared in her field of vision, her expression was still as numb as a robot, but her eyes were flashing with a strange rainbow that made people's heart palpitate.

"Oh, Spirit of the Universe, what is this? What on earth is this? This is different from what I imagined. Yes, it is different, but this is the will of Artis. Our destiny lies here. No matter what it is, we must embrace our destiny. Oh hahaha, I see."

To be honest, when a woman with a wooden face mutters the above radio lines at an extremely fast speed without any mechanism, it is simply mental pollution, and even the visual scene is full of weirdness.

However, the imperial officers and soldiers on the Holy Sword no longer had time to care about this.

The lightning that seemed to be able to tear the starry sky apart once again spread out over a range of hundreds of kilometers, bringing all the imperial warships within the range of the rhythm.

"Turn the whole ship around! Transfer all the energy from the main guns to the thrusters and shields! Quick!"

Major General Magus's panicked roar was accompanied by the sound of glass breaking.

But in fact, the battleship's shield had already been opened to the maximum. All the fleets were also moving their injured bodies unsteadily, trying to get away from this terrible killing field.

Now, they no longer care about the friendly ships that were attacked by spores.

However, the deadly lightning that followed still came rhythmically, as if a space beast was tearing through the sky in its hunt.

Then, a huge earthquake exploded inside the bridge, causing an even more thrilling roar. The pillars supporting the bridge dome cracked into spider web patterns in the violent tremors.

The soldiers looked at the fleeting strong light outside the porthole in panic, at a loss.

However, compared to ordinary soldiers, the navigator saw something more terrifying with her spiritual vision: the charged particle stream that was supposed to travel in a straight line actually split into dozens of snake-shaped trajectories halfway through, flickering and swimming in space. Wherever the electric arc went, the shields made of energy and the armor made of alloy were being eliminated.

Is even the universe itself helping them digest all the obstacles?

"Is this its power? No, can it have such power? Destiny! How can I embrace such a destiny!" The woman opened her arms, sighed mysteriously, and greeted the lively strong light.

Before anyone knew it, the arc had flashed into the bridge of the Holy Sword.

However, at this point, everyone knew that it was definitely not lightning. Then, a violent explosion began in the lower space of the bridge.

The elite crew members of the communications and gunnery groups were the first to be completely engulfed by the blazing flames and shock waves.

The security director, who was a three-ring psychic, thought he could save a few people, so he jumped down. But then, a thunderous light flashed again in the bridge, and the psychic's body spontaneously combusted inside the emblem machine.

This was the result of the last blast of this electric arc.

They set fire to the bridge of the Excalibur and killed most of the fleet's command.

However, this battlecruiser, which was built less than a year ago, was still alive and well. Compared with its friendly ships, the bridge of the Holy Sword was filled with grief, but it was already considered lucky.

Sometimes, happiness or misery is ultimately determined by comparison.

To be honest, the disintegration of the Punisher battlecruiser is still very aesthetically valuable.

The magical and strange electric arc easily penetrated the battleship's armor and shields, and then it flowed through the hull like a happy mouse, until it sank into the main ammunition depot in its belly. Afterwards, the antimatter bombs, space shock bombs, proton torpedoes, and all energy storage devices seemed to be included in the chain explosion of a fusion reactor.

Various explosions, accompanied by brilliant colors, tore apart this cutting-edge imperial battleship, but it was like a colorful firework blooming in the vacuum of the universe.

Nearly 10,000 elite crew members were killed instantly. They left no last words and didn't even have time to scream in the channel.

Rear Admiral Magus on the Holy Sword witnessed the complete destruction of his allies, but he had no time to mourn for his comrades. There were two broken composite ceramic fragments stuck on his back, which were fragments of a dome building that was torn apart by the strong earthquake. Facts have proved that these special materials that can resist cosmic radiation can still become blades once they are torn apart.

A deadly blade, fragile, cheap but deadly.

The intense pain that pierced his heart almost deprived him of all his ability to move.

Fortunately, at least he is still alive.

The major general twisted his still-movable neck and looked around for someone to turn to for help. He soon saw the adjutant's eyes, which had lost focus, and the chief of staff, who had only half of his body left.

Is there no one with a stronger vitality?

He sighed deeply, and then he saw the navigator lady still standing on the observatory. She stood there motionless like a puppet until her body was completely submerged by the overturned flames and collapsed supports.

As the most powerful psychic on this battleship, she seemed to have left the stage in a way that was not complete.

This crazy woman just left like that? Why do I always feel so unconvinced? General Magus always felt that this matter was very strange. But now there is no time to care about such things.

He used all his strength to drag his bleeding body and finally crawled over a distance of one meter and touched his command desk. This used up all his strength, but he had to grit his teeth and persevere.

His fingernails dug into the soft rubber layer of the command desk and touched a secret compartment. There was a powerful life-extending injection hidden there, an alchemical potion distributed to generals by the Tiangong Academy. It was said that even if only half of the body was left, it could be extended once more, which could buy precious time for rescue.

The general could no longer expect to be rescued, but at least he could climb onto the lifeboat.

Then, he took out a bottle of Saint Red Wine from the secret compartment. This bottle of top-grade red wine, which had been stored for 80 years, reflected the ferocious flames and cast a bloody afterimage on General Magus' stunned face.

The imperial general twitched his cheeks, but he didn't know what other expression he could make. When he wanted to touch the injection again, it was too late.

The deadly arc flashed again. The interior of the Holy Sword exploded again, and high-temperature metal steam rose from the severely injured bridge.

General Magus groaned in his dying breath, but could not make any sound. However, before his life was completely over, he still noticed the last residual image on the sensor: a huge space Leviathan, a "worm chrysalis" that was as big as a Titan, and it was the same species as the NB01 they had captured before.

But, could that kind of "creature" actually have such a huge number of its own kind?

At this moment, the huge Leviathan was suspended in the space at the three o'clock direction, watching the destruction of the imperial fleet with eager eyes, just like a hunter who had completed a fatal shot, waiting for the prey to slowly lose its last strength in its dying state.

So, that strange arc of electricity just now was released by it?

It always feels very awkward. Yes, it is really awkward! It is as awkward as seeing a thick and thick giant of Lego, opening his palm-leaf fan-like hands, stretching out fingers thicker than exhaust pipes and playing the harp there?

Yes, this arc that ignores all protection and directly causes implosion destruction in the jumping and flashing is so deadly, yet so elegant and amazing.

That thing is clearly a ferocious space monster, how could it use such an attack?

This is unscientific! Very unscientific!

Wait, electrical arcs that can penetrate shields and armor?

…Magus suddenly realized something. He thought of an internal paper he had read that only generals were qualified to read. It was about a new type of weapon that Tiangong Academy was developing.

There must be something fishy going on! Major General Magus had an unprecedented sense of responsibility. He had to send out the image of the Leviathan captured by the sensor, and he had to spread his guess. Yes, he had to spread it to everyone, the Privy Council, the Grand Marshal's Office, and the Dragon Kings. The nearby Rowentur, and even Sobek who was on his way.

Anyone can!

"Quick, communications officer! Send back the image of identification code 7A-02! Wide-area gravitational wave broadcast is also possible." The general wanted to roar, but no sound came out. The serious injury had already deprived him of the ability to shout.

The faint arc of electricity was like a ghost, creating more destruction inside the broken Holy Sword Karagan. Then the explosion completely swallowed up Major General Magus' body and voice.

Until this point, they had not even had time to launch an effective attack on the enemy that caused this tragedy.