"There is no need to worry, there is time."
Hearing Tariel's understatement, Rama's concubine stood up, smiled and slowly swung the fan, stirring the air around her.
"It seems you have great confidence in this battle."
"After all, we are hunters this time, but to be honest, I don't think it's a good choice. When they use their spiritual power unscrupulously, it's hard to resist by relying on poison crystals. Let the other fools of the conspiracy team die. We just need to stay away and enjoy the final fruit of victory. It's best to smash those idiots and the white fools in the royal court."
"Haha, I knew that the Supreme Overlord called so many conspiracy groups not only for the Dragon Nest, the Death Army shook his rule, and he needed to weaken his competitors... They were just a group of fools, worse than fools, they were just a group of stupid beasts."
She put away the fan and gestured it on his cheek a few times. The consul smiled, reached out and gently pushed the fan aside, explaining in a low voice:
"They were just excited, it should be like this, it would be a very pleasant outing, don't you think? Look at this, how beautiful these destructions are."
"Then the Supreme Overlord can guarantee that these forces can destroy the fleet of the Eternal Court?"
Tarril sighed,
"What do you think the conspiracy group has been doing over the years? If we couldn't even investigate these things, our heads would have been cut off by our opponents long ago."
He would have been angry in the past, but today he just smiled tolerantly, and he didn't know why he was in such a good mood. Then he led his concubine to the tactical display stand, and the slaves locked in chains squatted under the display stand, controlling the device through the various implants on their bodies. With every knock on their pale and slender fingers, the entire nebula belt and everything waiting for the revelers there became clear.
"After the fall of arrogance, this may be the largest civil war in the race of Aida. Even if the empire sinks and the old gods fall, we still kill each other under the witness of ancient stars. This is so interesting, right? We always enjoy the self-destruction."
Staring at the huge dark lamp butterfly, Tariel's eyes were a little obsessed.
“Destroying it must be a unique beauty.”
"Then why not just possess it?"
"Because there must be something terrifying on it, maybe it is an ape with phoenix wings."
At this time, a conspiracy group warrior in charge of communications sounded a low hiss.
"Master, the enemy fleet has all entered the predetermined attack circle."
“Retreat to the predetermined position.”
Soon, the ships of the Black Heart Conspiracy Group began to evacuate, while the Heaven's Tears Fleet pursued them relentlessly, dazzling lasers, plasmas, ghostly missiles, and various types of fighter jets filled the void in the pursuit battle.
Ships continued to explode, throwing the people inside into the cold void and the greedy stomach of the hungry lady. But overall, the ships of the Black Heart Conspiracy Group suffered an absolute loss due to their small tonnage. It was difficult for them to sink a small ship on the other side, and the speed and maneuverability of the other side's main battleship were difficult to avoid.
boom--
A crisp burst shook the bridge, and Tarrill ignored the nervous reports of damage and was still watching the formation movements of the tears of heaven.
Soon, they arrived at the edge of the nebula belt.
"Master, is it sending a signal—"
Tariel raised his hand.
"Don't worry, wait, wait a little longer, and see if they still have a fleet."
Just a few minutes later, a nervous voice rang out.
"Discover the second fleet!"
Tarir's thin and gloomy face squeezed out a satisfied smile.
"I knew that they just had some basic naval combat knowledge."
"The enemy fleet attacked from the flanks and tried to double-team our army!"
"That's right. Since you attack, you have to eat it in one bite. Otherwise, what's the difference between winning and losing? It's just a fleet. If we want to run away or we can get away... the number will be the right time this time."
Soon, this squadron of Tears of Heaven attacked from the flank of the Black Heart Conspiracy Group. At this point, all 138 ships of the squadron of Heaven appeared, which was also in line with the digital intelligence that Tarrill received.
As for the Starkiller fleet, according to intelligence, they did not take any action and were still patrolling various territories of the Eternal Court.
"Send a signal to Sanak, it's time to enter."
Dormant amid the clouds covered with meteoric ice and various star fragments, a huge warship lies in its smooth lines, like a poisonous snake that eats and drinks, bows its back. It has no color or heraldry, but distorts the light around the hull and hides in the light of the dying sun in the distance.
It is the deadliest predator of the Milky Way and cannot be detected by the prey's senses.
At least, its owner thought so.
For thousands of years, it has been sleeping in the secret dock of Comoros, and was only recently awakened. As a super warship built by the great Comoros nobles in the past, these ships were given a unique name - The Wail of Doomsday.
That's right, it's the weapons of the Blood God Kane, which also indirectly confirms their power.
Many of these weapons and equipment are lost technology, and they are rarely equipped with high-powered energy shields, as well as terrifying dark matter cannons and giant dissociation cannons, as well as hundreds of fighter jets.
However, due to the inability to use psychic energy, this giant warship requires a large number of manpower and senior technical personnel when it starts, and the cost of use is very high. In addition, the plundering activities do not require such huge and conspicuous warships. After Comoros evolved from the aristocratic era to the conspiracy era, these giant ships used for the main battle lost their function and were eventually divided up by various conspiracy groups and fell asleep in the dock.
On the observation deck of the battleship, the consul Sanak sat lazily on his command seat, shaking the fan made of birds' big feathers, hoping that he would appear wise through this boring move.
"My arms are tired."
When he spoke, among the several concubines who could hear him, one of them quickly stepped forward to take over his job.
He glanced lazyly at his special blood actor, surrounded by a large group of hunchbacked and masked abusers, the terrible monster was tall and thin, with most of his body hidden under a robe sewn from biological leather that was peeled and dried alive, and his face was covered by a layer of softly moving flesh mask, whose characteristics were changing at any time.
Tentacles of mixed metal and muscle tissue stretched out from his reinforced spine, these abominable artificial limbs lifted him into the air, while his two shriveled legs were tied together by belts and swung casually underneath his body.
The bloody monkey pet squatted aside and watched its owner perform the operation silently. It was a thick beast with muscles all over his body, violent impulse from head to toe, but it was barely restrained in a way that Sanak completely did not understand. He only wore a distinctive iron helmet, which reminded people of the abuser's mask, wrapped in a waist cloth, revealing his slender limbs and scarred skin.
"The monkeys are really upset the more they look at them."
Muttering, he reached into the concubine's low-cut dress on the side and rubbed it slowly, causing the other party to moan and laugh.
"Owner!"
An anxious voice came from a distance, and Sanak withdrew his hand and stood up, he didn't need to know what was behind him.
Chapter completed!