At the captain's command, the deck of the Fearless Spear shook in response.
Midas felt the battleship completely wake up, and he could almost see the plasma flames spraying out from the stern of the ship.
The green light of the holographic projection and the red light of the alarm quickly filled the entire bridge. At the same time, explosion-proof shields several meters thick slowly covered the surrounding observation windows.
The Fearless Spear entered full combat status within ten seconds, and readiness signals from other cruisers and frigates also began to arrive.
Next, he turned his attention to a just-taken image of the edge of the galaxy to identify gaps in the starry sky.
A large hole opened out of thin air. Accompanied by the surrounding lightning, a stomach-turningly bright vortex appeared in its center, and then it grew like a mouth about to vomit.
A sharp steel skull pierced the opening, dragging out an equally huge jagged body.
It was a huge beast, more than ten kilometers long, with a thick hull and dark armor. The bow of the ship was a disgusting alien smile, and the side of the ship was a huge yellow moon with a sinister smile.
The Stranded Ship, the super ancient giant junk, the flagship of the pirate army Fernazdregg, swept out from the undulating sea of subspace like a thick piranha!
"this--"
Midas's mind was confused for a few seconds, and he was puzzled by the sudden appearance of this green-skinned battleship.
Suddenly, this behemoth opened fire violently.
The bow of an Indomitable-class ship more than ten kilometers away from the Fearless Spear was immediately filled with the shock wave of the explosion.
Its void shield only lasted for two seconds. The energy flow coiled around its surface like an oily rope, and then it was blasted into a sun that dispersed in the strong light.
Mildias, who was on the bridge, was furious. He was shaking with rage when he issued the order to fight back.
"attack!"
The human warships began to fight back with their own weapons.
The space was suddenly filled with beams and torpedoes.
But these attacks are like scratching an itch for this giant ship, and they can't even cause ripples on the shield.
At the same time, the space around the Reefed Ship continued to bubble like boiling tar, and green-skinned battleships jumped into the real universe one after another.
Just the first batch of warships to appear, there were hundreds of them, and they were in a forward formation, and the space in front of the Fearless Spear was crowded.
"How come... there are so many!"
As the opponent's flagship fired another salvo, the three human warships turned into dust in an instant.
Midas looked at the friendly forces logos on the screen in fascination. Now they have turned into spherical balls of gas that spread out, and scorching fragments flew in all directions.
The corpses of the battleship filled the display screen, causing hundreds of servitors and crew members to fall silent for a moment.
They obviously encountered a huge main fleet.
This sight made Midas freeze for a moment, his eyes fixed on the image.
Then he shook his head to wake himself up, and at the same time, the noise from the bridge surged toward him.
Officers were shouting at each other, servitors and machines were spitting out vast amounts of data, and the tech-priests were already issuing orders to their minions.
He had to catch the fight before it got out of hand, and there was a missing element that needed to be understood.
"Who is the enemy?"
He asked loudly, and the technical priest under the bridge turned half of his face, and his glowing red mechanical eyes met the captain's attention head-on as he spoke.
"Ok."
After he finished speaking, he turned back and issued a series of orders to the technical servitors on each deck.
For a moment, Midas stood there, as if he had been hit by a bullet but had not yet fallen.
Then he hit his head hard.
"Damn it!"
The holographic projection above his head rotated to show him the position of the fleet and enemy forces, and the shining runes of auspicious readings and tactical briefings continued to grow in clusters.
Data streams from external sensors are overlaid on the projection - intra-ship communications, links between commanders, details of the personnel aboard each ship.
Midas took a deep breath and felt the collected calm flow through his body and mind.
Training and adaptability suppressed other instincts, and he knew that he was the center of the storm, at a base point of will and strength.
"Take us above the attack plane."
After giving the order, he could feel the battleship trembling, and the holographic projection flickered vaguely for a second.
He forced his eyes back to the raw data of the battle flowing in front of him. It had been four minutes since the first battleship was sunk.
They lost ordinary warships, six in total, and two more were hit hard.
The firepower available to the entire fleet dropped to 36%.
They are on the verge of destruction.
Even the Fearless Spear is beginning to receive firepower. The shields in the forward weapon array area are being lowered. Part of the output has been deployed to re-reinforce them. The plasma reactor has tightened its body to maintain output.
Enemy bombers are attacking——
The artillery battery is firing——
The laser array enters the ideal shooting angle——
Turn thirty percent——
Correct path——
He breathed out slowly, ignoring the detailed parameters of the Fearless Spear.
He is now the commander of the entire fleet, and everything that happens on the front line is just a part of this battle.
Midas focused his attention on the information in front of him. The trajectory and amber battle mark on the holographic projection were now a mess.
The battle situation was clearly freezing.
The enemy fleet formed a zigzag cone, with a large number of heavily armored battleships surrounding the largest warships at its core.
It rolled straight past the subspace jump point and was heading towards the patrol fleet, seeming to want to crush this small fleet at a very close distance.
Ork, their opponent is Ork.
This thought was like a piece of ice piercing Midas's gut, as if this fact had just entered his consciousness.
Under such a disparity in power, they have no resistance at all, and it is difficult to even escape. The opponent's firepower is completely capable of tearing them apart before they enter the subspace - and they are just not taking action now, and they may still
Darker reasons.
They may intend to capture these surviving warships.
This possibility made Midas' head spin. In a daze, his consciousness seemed to be screaming in sorrow as the interior of the battleship was invaded and turned into purgatory.
For a moment, he felt that his strength was old and weak, just like this old ship.
"I can't lose—can't fail!"
Midas' gaze swept over the holographic projection showing the battle situation, and traces of blood-red leaked out from the blue-green spots.
The long-term service experience in the past brought a contingency plan to mind, followed by the current actual combat possibility.
He could see it, a strategy that wasn't just about holding on but giving back.