Deeper in the ship, in a magnificent hall, a figure with a long chin sighed. Although its mechanical organs could no longer exhale, its body, which had no flesh and blood, did not move due to exhale. This was completely pretentious, an instinctive behavior that still existed after a long period of time.
Many fearful people who have not been awakened for a long time have difficulty remembering this because their memory circuits have blurred the past and present.
The surrounding channels and pipelines emit light, bathing the entire hall in a cold jade light. The pillars and walls are engraved with the words of this race that has been forgotten by history. Just like other tombs, there are bulky sarcophagus and obelisks everywhere. They have no functionality, but the decoration they have become accustomed to.
Several figures stood among them.
"This may be a...incomplete success."
The sinister whispers seemed to be a conspiracy behind the curtain of the palace. The tall crown was hidden in the shadows under the pillars, and the occasionally flashing energy nodes were like ghost fires floating between the graves.
"...The first time an intruder has invaded this great warship."
"Drive them all!"
The Immortal’s low command is all murderous intent.
"...The situation is not optimistic, maybe we need to transfer some troops back from the ground..."
“…that is admitting…”
"...The dynasty cannot accept this shame..."
Perhaps many whispers finally disturbed the real owner here. The darkness in the hall changed, just like the formation of a black hole, accompanied by a loud and long rustling sound like air emanating from the lungs of the corpse, a certain substance slowly condensed in the darkness of the towering platform at the end of the hall.
In a breeze that was not easy to detect, shining cloaks transformed into the darkness with the dancing of parchment paper. A figure immediately appeared in the shadows, exuding an extremely majestic temperament from the whole body. The bottom of the bladed scepter hit the metal floor with his steps until the ornate metal body wrapped in the ink cloak was revealed.
The famous overlord of the Menak Dynasty, the legendary general who claimed to destroy all stars in the Battle of Heaven, was also the gloomy lord who scared countless lives. The "world killer" Marklan Kutrach appeared in front of his court minister.
"Honey, how is the case with Terminator of Life."
Then a tomb technician appeared from the shadow. He looked like a skinny wizard, full of various devices, amulets and spectators, and a sphere containing unknown things. A small bottle of liquid alloy was hung on his waist with gorgeous chains. If you look closely, you can see that the bottle contained a red giant star, which was like a ripe fruit, constantly spewing out flares. I don’t know what kind of terrible technology the bottle used to tie the celestial body that was about to die. It is hard to imagine what kind of terrible disaster would happen if it broke.
"My Lord, the ship is not seriously damaged, but there are several severe damages, and several particle generators have been destroyed, and the stellar pulses have also been damaged. In addition, dozens of non-critical equipment are seriously damaged, which may slightly affect the speed."
Obviously, the technician's "no serious injury" standard is somewhat high, which is actually a very serious injury.
“What about the invasion.”
"The weak flesh and blood cannot beat metal, and the lower minds of those pests cannot fight against the great superior race."
First, he made a generous speech, and then the technician changed his tone.
"But their number is a bit...too many, rapidly reducing the number of our soldiers and sceptic structures, and trying to destroy our stele and energy nodes, I guess they want to... occupy the Terminator of Life in the original way."
"Kill them!"
A roar with white noise sounded again, and then a slender hunched figure emerged from the shadows, or crawled out, its body covered by fresh human skin, several masks of human faces covered its face, and the emerald green eyeballs filled with hatred were burning in the ragged eye sockets of the leather mask.
After the skinning and curse left, although the once cursed nobles of the Menak Dynasty who had been cursed have regained their rationality, their behavior has been permanently changed. Now what drives them to massacre is no longer indulging in the fantasy of being themselves or living, but simple hatred. rational hatred, including wearing human skin, has become a symbol of them. Even if they recover their consciousness, their former compatriots will still instinctively stay away from them, and they cannot integrate into the aristocratic circle of the past and can only form small groups on their own.
This new group has a fresh name in the Menak Dynasty - the corpse-eating nobles.
Rather than saying that this is a title, it is a kind of self-deprecation. They are like lucky people who have recovered after the plague, but find that the people around them are still looking at them in horror. What's more terrible is that although the plague has faded, the scars remaining on them are still there.
The corpse-eating nobleman raised his head, waved his sharp claws like a razor instead of his fingers, and accidentally cut a few pieces of his leather robe on his body, which gently fell on the floor.
"Please let me destroy their fragile body!"
Kutrach's eyes narrowed, as if two small balls of flames were burning in his sinister and vicious eyes, and he was very satisfied with the murderous intent emitted by the corpse-eating nobles.
"Go and let the blood cover the enemy."
Like a hunting dog untied by his master, the corpse-eating nobleman immediately turned around and rushed to a passage, and a group of necromancers who had their physical distortions like him followed closely and went hunting together.
Just as the corpse-eating nobleman left, another nobleman strided out of the shadow.
"My Lord, do you need to summon troops back to the ground?"
The gloomy overlord shook his head.
He gave no explanation, or even answered, but the nobleman just lowered his head and retreated back into the shadow.
In fact, this battle has become a bit strange for them, because from the beginning to the end, the famous world killer never said what they were going to do. At first, the nobles thought they were here to destroy the pests, but when they really got here, the overlord chose to attack the ground first. Of course, this was also a very common tactic in previous invasions, but even the most incompetent nobles could see that a heavily guarded galaxy was definitely not the same as a panic-unprepared galaxy, and their fleet was not large, and the troops they brought were even limited. They might not be able to be taken down in a short period of time by throwing it to the ground.
Everything can only tell one thing...
The invincible Kutrach is likely to underestimate the enemy.
"Honey, how is the battle on the side of the evil kid?"
The technician took a small piece of black crystal from his body, and then it casts an image of another tomb ship. It can be seen that human soldiers wearing red and black armor and red scarves are rushing towards a pyramid. They shouted with crazy expressions. Some held rifles, some were tied up with grenades, and some even waved the arms or leg bones of the dead immortals, but they will soon be beaten to ashes by Gaussian rays and lightning beams. The immortals gathered in front of the pyramid and massacred opponents in an orderly manner under the command of the governor. The pyramid behind them also swept the enemy with powerful firepower.
"My Lord, it seems that the situation over there is also good."
"I get it, go and do your job."
"yes..."
When the holographic tactical platform rose again in front of him, the overlord's deep eyes returned to the battlefield and stared at the huge battleship.
Chapter completed!