#640 - The Decline of Blood Skeleton

On the Hanging Star, three hundred meters underground, in a laboratory protected by heavy steel structures and fungal blankets, Han Fei was staring at the flying dragon he had just transformed.

These guys, who were sturdy and had a pale purple metallic luster, had bat-like folding wings made of silicon-carbon materials connected to their bodies.

The deep underground environment obviously made them very uncomfortable. They crawled back and forth in the huge nest warehouse, swinging their wings from time to time, making a whirring sound of breaking wind.

Han Fei hesitated for a long time, and finally reached out and used his new skill, the divine imprint.

Last time, it seemed that it was because he used this ability to carry out genetic modification and created a group of dancing springtails that caused the divine power fluctuations to accidentally leak the location and attract the group of interstellar hyenas.

Since then, Han Fei has been controlling his behavior and never used divine power at will until this laboratory built of shielding materials buried deep underground was completed.

"I hope this time I can get some useful abilities." Han Fei thought silently while feeling the stable changes in the genes of the dragon in front of him.

After all, the dragon is now his only space force, and being too fragile always makes people feel uneasy.

As the faint light of the divine imprint lingered on the surface of the dragon, the mutation on the gene chain was quickly completed. On the wingspan of the dragons, pieces of lattice-like patterns have been extended, which looks like some kind of runes engraved naturally, shining and beautiful.

There are obvious changes in appearance, which immediately aroused Han Fei's interest and he couldn't wait to start analyzing.

But the result was different from his expectation of strengthening the defense of the dragon. This guy went to extremes.

On the premise of already having high mobility, the dragon can now obtain short-distance space folding ability by consuming special minerals and accumulated biological energy.

In Han Fei's sight, the dragon as a test subject flapped its wings twice quickly, and a ray of light flashed on the pattern of the wing membrane.

Then the dragon disappeared out of thin air and instantly appeared at the opposite corner of the laboratory, with a trace of energy ripples on its body.

This move seems to be called space flash?

"Dimi, check the energy consumption?"

"Respected Lord, the dragon used his ability to perform space jumps this time, consuming 3.7% of biological spiritual energy, and it seems that the farther he jumps, the greater the consumption."

"According to calculations, the maximum space jump distance it can support will not exceed 300 kilometers. If more suitable genes can be found for fusion and transformation in the future, it may be further improved."

Okay, although the distance is still relatively limited, it can only be regarded as a close-range assault method in space, but compared with the previous dance skill, this is definitely a golden epic.

"First, import the gene link into the mother nest and list it in the hatching sequence for use first, and put the related gene analysis work into the task schedule."

Looking at the dragon in front of him, Han Fei's frown finally eased.

"It's time to give our guests a little surprise."

In the following period of time, the flying snow barnacles hatched naturally, the flashing dragons hatched intensively, and the Zerg grew day by day at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The situation of the battle in outer space gradually became clear.

Although they came from afar, the Torrent Wings, which had large warships, was significantly superior to their opponents in terms of hard power.

After several mutual tests at the beginning, after having targeted defense plans for the Blood Skeleton's accelerated face-to-face and mad dog assault tactics, the Torrent Wings quickly seized the opponent's lack of main battleships.

In each battle, the Changhe-class cruisers of the Torrent Wings would rely on their own super-high shield value to advance on a large scale, causing the Blood Skeleton to continuously increase its combat loss ratio in order to charge the formation.

If the opponent focuses on the Changhe-class cruisers, as long as they withstand the most powerful first few waves of firepower, the large cruisers of the Torrent Wings can retreat calmly by covering each other before the shield is penetrated, and at the same time send light ships to start harvesting.

The Blood Skeletons were defeated in just a few battles, and the strong dragon overwhelmed the local snake.

The loss of the warships has seriously damaged the Blood Skeletons, and the loss of experienced elite veterans who can fight space battles is completely impossible to make up in a short period of time. The Blood Skeletons are now in decline.

Big Ear Daren is not lacking in courage, but he lacks big ships.

In the last battle, Big Ear Daren once again led the charge and attracted enemy firepower with a life-threatening attitude. The Red Tide Assault Ship flanked and damaged a Changhe-class cruiser, two Linghu-class destroyers, and destroyed six frigates and two supply ships.

After the war, the Blood Skeletons lost more than 50 warships of various types again. After this battle, the Blood Skeletons have basically lost the ability to launch a large-scale frontal assault.

Big Ear Daren, who was still unwilling to give in, began to gamble everything in anger and forcibly recruited ships from various small forces within the star area under his control.

The fleet of these scavenging garbage ships basically has no combat power and can only be used as cannon fodder to make up the numbers. However, several small pirate organizations barely have a batch of high-speed light combat ships.

The Blood Skulls are notorious, and no small forces want to offend the Blood Skulls at this time. They can only tremble and gather eight ships, and I will give half a dozen, and hand over my quota to Big Ear Daeron, praying that their fleet can last a few more rounds.

"Leader, we can't fight anymore. The gap between our warships and the enemy is too big. If we continue to fight like this, there will be few of us brothers left."

"Retreat, Chief!" A chorus of wailing rang out: "Yes, Chief, we have suffered too much loss."

"Hide, keep the foundation, and wait for the opportunity!"

"Chief, let's make peace, the Blood Skull's banner cannot fall!"

Big Ear Darren's eyes were bloodshot, he tore off the bandage wrapped around the wound, exposing the huge wound, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Retreat, where to retreat? Hide, where to hide?"

"This is our territory! Those rubbish are showing off their power in our territory, how can we retreat? Where to go? "

"Should we hide in the underground cave like maggots, wait for those bastards to eat and drink and leave, and then sneak out? "

"Will we, the Blood Skeletons, still have the final say in this star region at that time? "

"Only by continuing to fight, until the other side is hurt, and let them take the initiative to make peace, can we continue to survive here! "

This is right. Now we are fighting on our own territory, and countless eyes can see it. Once we show weakness this time, it will be difficult for the small forces under us to obey us in the future.

There are also a group of similar forces around, eyeing their territory. If they are tempted, don't expect peace in the surrounding area in the future.

Although Daeron is impulsive, he is not a reckless man, otherwise he would not be able to sit in his current position.

Only by winning, or at least winning on the surface, can the coveters put away their thoughts.

Suddenly, a call came from the communicator.

"Chief, Booker's scavenging and trading fleets have arrived, and there are many ships."

The backbones of the Blood Skulls tensed up instantly. The subordinates were forced to send ships over, and they were all unwilling. No team sent more than ten ships. What did so many ships mean?

Soon, more detailed information came.

There were more than 80 ships in total, but there were only four light warships, and the others were all cargo transport ships and manned interstellar cruise ships, without weapons.

Big Ear Darren breathed a sigh of relief, tilted his head and thought for a while, then asked, "I remember that kid Booker, what is this Qihang Trade?"

The subordinate in charge of the management of the Withered Star Ring quickly reported, "This is a small force that migrated here not long ago, mainly digging for some fragmentary ores in the ninth district."

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