Within a few seconds of destruction of the transport fleet, Malakin felt that he had fully understood the tactics that Soshyan had previously hinted.

"Sacrifice."

He concluded coldly:

"The altar of victory is full of casualties."

The Holy Blood Priest of the War Chapter was standing beside him at this moment, and shook his head after hearing these words.

"This is the price that must be paid for victory. War cannot be controlled by kindness, the commander of the battle."

"Maybe this is their way of war."

Malakin had no expression, but just called out the attack vector from the technical priest.

"But not mine."

He carefully examined the attackers in front of him - and some of the green warships were not affected, and selected the largest one from them.

It is like a monster with a majestic head and blood-stained monster, with its spine curved, and smoke from the propeller squirting around it.

"It looks almost intact, so we'll do it."

The Mother of Tears traveled through the flames and the storm of destruction and drove straight into the center of the battlefield. The powerful engine easily drew a large angle arc.

On both sides of her, other warships were also attacking the anxious Greenskin fleet.

The naval cannon spewed out like a tide of flames, covering the vacuum like dark clouds.

The Imperial Navy's light warships now adopted a tactic similar to green skin. They used firepower as cover, and after identifying the target, they drove straight in without caring about the long journey, and then threw torpedoes at close range.

At this moment, the main ships were still keeping a distance from the battlefield and continued to output firepower. Only the Mother of Tears ran towards the center of hell without hesitation, rushing straight to the source of the storm of destruction.

"Captain of the Battle, someone called us."

The voice of the Lord of the Star Words on the Mother of Tears came from afar.

"It's Spark."

"Wait a minute."

Malakin gave an answer without thinking, and his attention had completely fallen on the battleship in front of him.

"When we clean up this guy and then reply, my sword can't wait to get some blood."

The green-skinned warship will naturally not sit and wait for death, it is also ready to fight back.

Two huge shock cannons stretched out from its heavy bow, and there could be seen a lot of scars above its flanks, but none of them could threaten it.

In the mouth of the gun that looked like a bottomless pit, there was no doubt that it was the signal that this terrifying weapon was charging.

"It's close enough."

Malakin calmly ordered.

"Speed ​​the main light spear."

The gunners of Mother of Tears were waiting for orders from the commander of the battle.

When the command was received, the air echoed the roar of energy circulation, the prop igniter was also ready for ignition, and the plasma that had accumulated in the diverter kept roaring.

As soon as the sound of fire rang out, the light spear swept through the deep abyss in front of him and leaped forward.

This attack slammed the green-skinned warship under the bow, which was exactly where the shock cannon was loaded. The collision of the two energy instantly released a violent shock wave, followed by a strong explosion.

The Greenskin battleship lost its balance, and its engine ran wildly, trying to stabilize the hull.

"continue."

The Mother of Tears continued to roar, and its roulettes on its side kept firing, trying to open a gap in the shield.

When the distance between them was shortened to less than about one hundred kilometers, the light spear opened fire again and accurately hit the already shaky enemy ship.

"Send it to the road!"

Malakin shouted, clenching his fists hard.

At the same time, the shelling from the green-skinned ship hit the Mother of Tears, causing wave-like shocks to ripples on the Void Shield, and then squeezed towards the bottom hull.

At that moment, the bridge was pounding violently, and the scene on the observation window was pitch black, leaving only a trace of static electricity shaking, but the storm came and went quickly.

This attack alone could not stop the footsteps of this ancient relic. The technical priest pulled the power of the Mother of Tears to the greatest extent, and rushed through the rain of bullets like a life, shooting the last luminous spear to clear the obstacles.

After adjusting the position, the ship slows down, drains all its energy, and then fires for the third time.

It is impossible to miss the battle at such a close distance. The light spear instantly poked the protective cover of the green ship in a tight moment, turning them into dazzling fragments sputtering everywhere.

Even greater disasters followed one after another, and the bombed shield ignited flames on the hull and further penetrated into the hull along the weak part.

The Mother of Tears immediately tangented to the starboard position of the Green-skinned ship, and the macro cannon poured out the cannon fire like a storm.

At first, the green-skinned warship was beaten so hard that it was unable to fight back. The top of its ship burned and plasma spread everywhere.

After a moment, it barely shot laser rays at the Mother of Tears, but the scarlet marks that crawled over the hull like a spider web had exposed the fatal problem - this was a sign of implosion.

"Let's withdraw!"

Malakin ordered with satisfaction:

"It's enough!"

The battle barge turns the rudder to the right, exerting all the power of each engine, ensuring a distance from the victim.

When the Mother of Tears retreated less than 20 kilometers, the reactor of the Green Skin Battleship finally exploded, tearing the entire ship into pieces from the inside, and the chassis also broke into pieces and collapsed.

Then, a twisted wave of impact swept by, and its trail swallowed all the small ships around it.

Even the Mother of Tears was affected by the pouring and diffusing shock waves. The gravity generator was damaged and the hull suddenly sank, leaning towards the side. The air duct on the arch of the bridge was shaking continuously.

The explosion from the lower deck echoed inside the ship, which undoubtedly indicated that the engine room was also damaged.

"Keep the course and speed up!"

Regardless of the reactionary impact of the ships being subjected to their killing, Malakin roared excitedly on the throne.

"Prepare your light spear and choose another target for me!"

It had been too long since he tasted the taste of victory. The gloom and despair that had accumulated for a long time burst out at this moment and turned into indescribable madness.

The corpse of the ship wrapped in the halo of flames slid past the Mother of Tears and rubbed against the Void Shield, but in the end it was not pierced.

Most of the pieces that hit the hull or the pieces that were rubbed from it were still burning, and whenever they fell on the shield, a bright light would appear.

The soldiers of the Wrathful Warriors were delighted with each spiraling wreckage in front of them, and the mortals joined the celebration.

They already knew that they should destroy the enemy - attacking head-on with overwhelming fire, caught the enemy off guard and unable to resist, and collapsed in an instant.

For such an opponent, strategy is no longer useful, only a savage attack is the way to win.

But at this time, the communications officer shouted loudly.

"The emergency direct connection of Starfire, sir!"

"What happened?"

Malakin immediately opened the public channel.

First there was a crackling sound, static electricity hissing, and then he heard an urgent sound.

"Marakin, come quickly to reinforce! Nazdraig is about to run away!!!"
Chapter completed!