The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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The Black Legion failed to occupy the dominant position, and now they can only allow more imperial ships to gather. In the fourth hour of the battle, more imperial battleships have been slowly taking place with the support of the new frigate formation, and the imperial navy has already It is desperate to mobilize all the forces in the galaxy.

Einglaspeier had no such support, nor did his fleet have such discipline, his warriors scattered in sabotage operations and forces stuck in a pile of small boats.

He gradually began to lose his strength and could not sustain the raid.

"My lord, I'm afraid we have no chance..."

Damn Marco rambled on again, but Einglaspeier had to admit that he was right, if he didn't make a choice at the moment, they'd be truly defeated and hunted, day after day , until death came in the remote skirmishes.

What a sad way to die.

Einglaspeier walked to the podium, where he called up the fleet's readings and entered new orders.

"It's not over yet."

He growled, scanning the darkened bridge.

"Send a new code of allegiance to all jump gangs."

He wants to let the commander of the empire know that if the other party is willing to sacrifice, then he is willing too!

Soon, there was a change in the frigate group of the empire's forward, and several frigates suddenly turned.

Then they fired their full payload towards the Empire's central formation, all guns firing simultaneously, the space around them lit up with flashes, and a wave of ship-killing shells whizzed through the ever-narrower gap between the two.

A Luna-class cruiser belonging to the Astral Knight had nowhere to run, and along with a series of violent explosions, the shells hit the broadside, shattering the Void Shield, and penetrating the hull behind the shield.

At the same time, some landing craft flew out of those frigates and headed straight for the cruiser whose engine was down.

"One more round."

Einglaspeier frowned as the tactical screen was full of enemy ship signals, wondering how long the jump gang would last.

His plan is also very simple, all the jumping teams will perform the second jumping on the spot!

They will use the captured frigate as a springboard to keep jumping to the Empire's warships, continuing to do so if a new warship is captured.

This action can effectively disrupt the deployment and formation of the empire. Of course, the price is that the jumping team will continue to suffer losses during the jumping process. In the first jumping, 23% of the personnel are consumed in the jumping process. Most are destroyed in the void, and the closer you get to the enemy capital ships, the higher these numbers get.

According to the contemplative calculations, when performing the third jump, the loss rate will be as high as 60%!

This also means that, of the 1,000 fighters who perform the jump gang mission, less than 200 will eventually be able to perform the third jump gang...

At the same time, there is a high probability that these thousand people will not survive.

It is also a cold calculation and exchange. The other party wants to exchange personnel with him with a battleship, then he will exchange!

Suddenly, the timer struck the bell, and the battle had continued into the eighth hour.

In an instant, a new command was passed to the Vengeful Spirit.

Seeing this order, Aingraspeier was almost stunned, because the order to retreat at this time came from the Warmaster--

A fleet of red pirates was already on the track of suddenly attacking Pai Xing when the main force of the empire came out, carrying the ferocious firepower of the boulder to board, and took away the main force of the black army led by Abaddon.

The battle is over.

But Einglaspeier felt like a fool.

But after the initial anger, he calmed down.

He's had enough, and he's not going to use the splintering of the fleet to restore his honor.

The jumping gang has interfered with the enemy's formation, and the Empire has been temporarily trapped.

"What is your order?"

Einglaspeier knew what to do without having to look at the tactical screen, and it sickened him just to think about it, but they had no choice.

"Broadcast new logo."

He growled, savoring yet another—the pain of retreat.

"Turn around and sail at full speed... retreat!"

But when the battle has entered this stage, retreat has even become a luxury. It seems that the decision of the Black Legion fleet has been made, and the Imperial fleet has begun to tighten the noose.

The cruisers began to approach from both sides, constantly compressing the range of activities of the Black Legion fleet. At the same time, the remaining small warships approached frantically regardless of the danger of jumping gangs. Even if only a few torpedoes could be fired, it could slow down the speed of the Black Legion.

Einglaspeier began to sense that great danger was approaching, and his fleet was likely to be torn apart by the opponent in the process of retreating.

He has to hurt the opponent, or make the opponent's command fail.

Commands echoed on the Vengeful Spirit's bridge, and two of Einglaspeier's lieutenants took their places at the top of the wide staircase leading to the command platform.

Einglaspeier himself studied the bird divination diagrams without distraction. The imperial fleet began to move. Their formation seemed to be still tight, but the front was actually fragmented. At the same time, several captured warships were interspersed among them. a hazard.

If you retreat for a while, it seems that there will be a gap in the opponent's formation. This is an opportunity——

"You have a fleet."

He thought while looking at the vanguard of the Imperial Fleet who were constantly chasing.

"There are weapons, but do you have the guts?"

"Perform formation transformation."

Soon, a new order will be issued.

Orders are passed down stage by stage, all over the fleet, and the ships begin to move.

In previous battles, the Relentless Wrath and the Immortal Steel had occupied a rearguard position in case the Empire's fast-attack forces could conduct flanking raids.

But now the battleship began to turn, overtaking the destroyers around him and taking the forward position.

Tactics were reworked, and Einglaspeier imagined that this struggle would injure the opponent, might not equalize the situation, but would eventually cause the Imperials to bleed.

After that, the most ferocious, clinging to each other, the slaughter between ships begins, a feast of broken shields.

"Do you have the guts?"

He thought again, repeating the sentence in his head as if it were a spell.

"I don't think you have."

"grown ups!"

The monitoring deck interrupted him ~www.readwn.com~ The enemy accelerated. "

He glanced at the holographic projection interface and found that the Imperial Striker was gradually approaching. It seemed that they also saw the same thing - an opportunity to kill.

This makes the tight formation of the Empire somewhat scattered.

Einglaspeier gave a savage smile.

He saw the fast-attack frigate burn its engines and accelerate forward, clearing the firing range for the behemoth behind.

"Come on, you **** imperial bastard."

He whispered to his pursuers, watching the shining runes move like chess pieces on a kingslayer chessboard.

"...let's risk our lives for a gamble."