chsdbacks Chapter 221 The Slaughterhouse Under the Stars!
Chapter 221 The Slaughterhouse Under the Stars!
"Bloodhand" Kasa, commander of the "Star Debris Scavengers" combined fleet.
He was now standing on the bridge of his flagship, the "Greedy Throat," feeling utterly triumphant.
He gazed at the beautiful blue planet through the huge porthole, his eyes filled with greed and disdain.
"What a beautiful baby, it's a pity it's about to be stained with blood."
Kasa licked his chapped lips and said to his adjutant beside him:
"That eccentric Nightmare Lord finally had reliable intelligence this time."
"Yes, Commander."
The adjutant smiled obsequiously, "According to intelligence, the planet's strongest guardian and his elite troops have been lured away."
"What remains now is nothing more than a toy fleet cobbled together by natives. We don't even need to send our entire army; our vanguard alone can tear them to shreds!"
"No." Kasa shook his head, a cautious glint of malice flashing in his eyes:
"Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. This mission was personally issued by a high-ranking figure in the 'sect,' and it cannot be failed."
"Pass on my order: all fleets, deploy in a 'meat grinder' formation and crush us inch by inch along the tracks!"
"I will make every living thing on this planet pay the price for its weakness!"
"yes!"
With Kasa's command, the massive fleet of scavengers began to slowly unfold.
This is a giant winch covered in fangs, ready to crush the "fruit" of Earth completely.
Countless cannons began to charge, and destructive energy gathered in the void, causing the entire Earth's orbit to tremble slightly due to this massive energy reaction.
The atmosphere in the command center at the Earth's core was extremely oppressive.
Elder Long had just received Su Chen's message, and hope was rekindled in his heart.
But looking at the earth-shattering scene on the screen, my heart was still in my throat.
What exactly is Su Chen's backup plan?
Can we really fight against such a terrifying enemy?
Just then, something unexpected happened!
"Alert! Extremely high energy reaction detected on the far side of the moon!"
"The quantity...cannot be counted! Oh my god!"
"They...they're out!"
To everyone's astonishment, they saw it in the shadow of the moon, the faithful satellite of that blue planet.
A deeper and more violent darkness suddenly burst forth!
Rumble!
That wasn't the roar of engines, but the cosmic resonance caused by countless massive warships tearing through space and appearing on the battlefield at the same time!
The Tyrant Fleet issued no warnings, made no pre-battle announcements, and gave the enemy no time to react.
The moment they appear is the start of the attack!
"Full fleet, fire all main guns!"
The tyrant's cold and domineering voice echoed in the channels of every friendly warship.
"Target: Center of enemy formation. Indiscriminate fire!"
The next second, the starry sky fell silent.
The bows of all the warships in the Tyrant Fleet simultaneously lit up with a dark red light that could burn the retina.
Among them, the flagship "Tyrant" has a main gun that looks like the gaping maw of an abyss—"Doomsday Judgment".
The energy that gathered caused the surrounding space to begin to distort and collapse!
There was no delay, no warning.
Thousands of beams of light, imbued with the pure laws of destruction, were like divine punishment descended from the gods.
It instantly shattered the silence of the universe, precisely striking the center of the "Star Debris Scavenger" combined fleet's newly deployed, yet still unstable, "meat grinder" formation.
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There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a sickeningly loud annihilation sound.
The dozen or so Scavenger Vanguard warships that were directly hit by the "Doomsday Judgment" main cannon beam, along with their proud energy shields, were like plastic foam thrown into a furnace.
It couldn't even last a second; it was instantly and completely evaporated from the material world, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.
Other warships grazed or affected by the beam were like pieces of paper burned through by a red-hot iron.
Armor melted, hull fractured, and in the silent space, bursts of brilliant yet deadly sparks erupted.
Just one volley.
The massive and tightly-knit formation of the "Star Debris Scavenger" combined fleet was forcibly torn open, creating a shockingly huge gap!
Hundreds of warships were instantly reduced to scrap metal and coffins floating in space by this sudden attack!
On the bridge of the "Throat of Greed," Bloodhand Kasa's smug smile froze completely.
He stared in disbelief at the fleet that had suddenly appeared on the screen, a fleet that resembled demons from hell.
Seeing his proud fleet suffer heavy damage in an instant, his mind went blank.
"What...what is this?!"
He screamed, his voice sharp and piercing from extreme shock.
"Commander! We've been ambushed! It's...it's an unknown fleet!"
The adjutant reported, stumbling and crawling, his face filled with fear.
"I'm not blind!" Kasa kicked him away, roaring with bloodshot eyes.
"Intelligence! This fleet wasn't even in the intelligence! That bastard Nightmare Lord! He tricked me!"
This is completely different from the ending they expected.
What happened to the weak, helpless, and primitive civilization we were promised?
What happened to the promised weak defenses?
Why did such terrifying power suddenly erupt?
The fleet's attack methods and weapon power.
They are even more savage and insane than those notorious "scavengers" in the universe!
They... they're more like a fleet of mad dogs, the "scavengers," than we are!
Before Kasa could recover from his shock, the tyrant had already issued his second order.
"All troops, charge! Crush them!"
The tyrant's fleet moved like a swarm of sharks that had smelled blood, without the slightest hesitation or pause.
A torrent of steel surged directly into the enemy's already chaotic formation.
Close-quarters boarding action, a frenzied exchange of fire, the cold impact of ship hulls colliding...
The battlefield instantly transformed into a massive and brutal slaughterhouse.
The warriors of the Tyrant's fleet seemed to have no concept of "fear" whatsoever.
Their warships relentlessly rammed into the enemy's defenses, tearing one scavenger warship after another to shreds in the most direct and violent way.
The tyrant himself even piloted his "Tyrant" ship.
It transformed into a red-hot blade, slashing fiercely into the thickest part of the enemy formation.
Every shot fired by "Doomsday Judgment" inevitably takes the lives of several enemy ships.
The entire battlefield rhythm was firmly controlled by this fleet that had fought its way out of hell.
This was not a war of equal strength at all, but a one-sided, bloody massacre.