Chapter 1151: The Fall of the Tau Empire 2
The Tau fleet commander's fingers drummed rapidly and anxiously on the tactical table, creating an unsettling rhythm.
His eyes were fixed on the holographic star map in front of him, as if he wanted to see the real starry sky through the virtual image.
Time passed by minute by minute, but there was still no news from the friendly fleet that should have arrived at the galaxy and surrounded them three hours ago.
The commander's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and his fingers tapped faster and faster on the tactical table, as if he wanted to relieve his inner tension in this way.
"Contact the Third Squadron again!" The commander's voice revealed obvious anxiety and uneasiness.
The communications officer responded quickly: "Yes, sir!" However, just as he opened his mouth to make a communication request, a shrill alarm suddenly sounded in the bridge, instantly tearing the original silence.
"Subspace fluctuations detected! Position 27-45-19!" an officer in charge of monitoring shouted loudly.
The Tau commander's body shuddered, his eyes turning to the observation window as fast as lightning.
When he saw the scene outside clearly, his pupils instantly shrank to the size of a needle tip.
In the depths of the inky black universe, hundreds of scarlet subspace cracks opened up at the same time like the eyes of a demon. These cracks emitted a strange light that made people shudder.
In the endless darkness, suddenly, hundreds of dazzling golden light spears pierced the dark universe like lightning.
These spears of light were like spears of judgment. They pierced through the flanks of the Tau Empire fleet with amazing speed and accuracy.
In just a moment, the three frigates were evaporated into a ball of hot metal steam by this terrifying force, and not even the debris of the explosion was left, as if they had never existed.
However, this is just the beginning.
Then, the roar of the macro cannon shook the entire universe.
The Dark Angels fleet leaped out of the void like ghosts, their warships a stark contrast to the streamlined elegance of the Tau.
These warships are like ancient steel fortresses, with mysterious Caliban runes engraved on their armor and turrets standing like knights' swords.
The ramming horn of the Indomitable Truth was like a ferocious beast, tearing open the belly of a Tau cruiser first.
The spike made of pure gold easily pierced through the reactor compartment, nailing the entire ship firmly into the void like a skewer.
"Port side torpedo salvo!" Ryan's voice exploded like thunder in the fleet channel.
Following his orders, hundreds of plasma torpedoes gushed out from the belly of the Dark Angels fleet like a group of hungry sharks, dragging blue tail flames and rushing towards the Tau Empire fleet at an astonishing speed.
These torpedoes seemed to have life. They did not move along the conventional straight-line flight trajectory. Instead, under the guidance of a mysterious preset program, they drew strange arcs in the air like nimble fish.
These arcs seemed to be carefully calculated. They cleverly bypassed the interception fire of the Tau Empire and shuttled through the hail of bullets like ghosts.
In the end, these torpedoes seemed to have eyes and accurately hit the engine arrays of the Tau Empire battleships.
As a series of earth-shaking explosions sounded, "Boom! Boom! Boom!", the entire battlefield was shaken.
The tremendous power generated by these explosions instantly tore the Tau Empire's originally tight formation into pieces, and fragments of warships flew everywhere, streaking across the sky like a meteor shower.
A huge aircraft carrier tried to turn in the chaos to avoid the disaster.
However, its movements were seen by the three torpedoes, which followed the aircraft carrier closely like a shadow.
Just as the aircraft carrier completed its turn, the three torpedoes hit its bridge at the same time like lightning.
In an instant, a huge blue-white fireball erupted in the observation window on the bridge. This fireball was like a flame from hell, instantly vaporizing all the command levels in the bridge without leaving any trace.
"The port side armor is damaged! The reactor compartment is depressurized!" The scream of the Tau administrator sounded particularly harsh amid the alarm, as if foreshadowing that the battleship was about to face a catastrophic disaster.
However, at this thrilling moment, the Dark Angel's Deathwing rushed into the engine room as quickly as black lightning.
They were dressed in heavy Terminator armor and armed with powerful weapons, like a group of demons from hell.
Raphael, the captain of the Terminator team "Blade of Atonement", took the lead, swinging his hammer in the air, bringing up a blue blood rain every time it fell.
His movements were swift and precise, and each strike could rip the enemy's body in half.
Facing Raphael and his teammates, although the XV8 battle suit's ion cannon continued to blast scorch marks on the Terminator armor, it could not stop their progress.
These warriors clad in black armor were like a steel torrent, ruthlessly crushing all obstacles.
"For Caliban!"
Rafael's roar echoed in the engine room, inspiring his teammates to move forward courageously.
The roar of the chainsword and the roar of the power fist intertwined to form a melody of death.
On the bridge of the Indomitable Truth, Ryan's eye sockets were like deep lakes, reflecting every detail of the holographic battlefield.
His eyes were as sharp as torches, penetrating the screen and seeing through the enemy's every move.
Each of his fingers was like a nimble dancer, drawing precise tracks in the air.
These trajectories are like the baton in the hands of a music conductor, guiding the actions of the entire fleet.
Every command is like a note in a symphony, played harmoniously and orderly.
"Third Fleet, block the jump point!" His voice was low and powerful, like thunder exploding on the bridge.
"Seventh Company, concentrate your firepower on attacking the flagship engine!" His order was like a sharp sword, piercing the enemy's vital points.
"Deathwing Second Battalion, prepare for the second round of boarding!" His order was concise and decisive, without any hesitation.
When the Tau Empire's warships tried to organize a counterattack, Ryan's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a sneer.
It was a kind of contempt for the enemy and a kind of confidence in one's own tactics.
"Get ready!" With this order, the thirty Dark Angel cruisers suddenly began to change their formation like a group of disturbed bees.
The armor plates of these cruisers slowly unfolded outward as if under a spell, revealing the launch silos inside that were densely packed like a honeycomb.
In the next moment, tens of thousands of micro drones gushed out from the launch silos like a black torrent.
These killing machines, called "Swords of Judgment", are only the size of a palm, but the energy they contain is extremely terrifying.
These micro drones fly at incredible speeds, so fast that they can even reach 0.3 times the speed of light!
Such speeds allow them to penetrate the armor of a battleship as easily as a hot knife through butter.
When these "Swords of Judgment" successfully penetrate the armor of an enemy ship, they will release a powerful plasma storm inside the enemy ship.
This plasma storm will instantly reduce everything inside the enemy ship to ashes. Neither personnel nor equipment can survive such an attack.
As the drones continued to fly through, one warship after another was instantly submerged in the ocean of plasma.
The observation window of one of the warships was flooded by the blue-white plasma in the blink of an eye, and the entire cabin was swallowed up by this powerful force.
Ryan stood firmly on the bridge of the "Indomitable Truth", his figure as tall and resolute as a sculpture.
His pupils were like bottomless black holes, reflecting the burning enemy ship, as if he wanted to imprint this tragic scene deeply in his heart.
His fingers tapped briskly on the holographic tactical table, and every touch was like playing a thrilling symphony.
As he moved, several high-value targets were quickly marked on the screen. They were like ferocious beasts hiding in the darkness, waiting to be captured by hunters.
"Everyone, pay attention and prepare to board the ship." Ryan's voice was calm and decisive, without any hesitation or delay.
The order was brief and deadly, like the sentence of death, making people shudder.
Thirty Dark Angel strike cruisers received the order at the same time. Like a well-trained wolf pack, they quickly adjusted their postures and slowly opened the hatches on their abdomens.
Thousands of airdrop pods spurted out at an astonishing speed, like a swarm of bees leaving a nest.
These airdrop pods are not ordinary landing pods, but killing tools specially modified by Deathwing.
Their exterior is covered with an anti-energy coating, a mysterious coating that is immune to the interception of pulse weapons, allowing the drop pod to pass through the enemy ship's firepower network with ease.
At the front end of the drop capsule is a rotating armor-piercing drill, which is an extremely terrifying weapon powerful enough to tear apart the thickest battleship armor.
Once these drop pods come into contact with an enemy ship, the drill will ruthlessly tear apart the hull of the enemy ship like a hungry shark, paving the way for subsequent boarding operations.
Ryan stepped into the first wave of drop pods himself without hesitation.
The moment the hatch closed, he quickly drew out the lion sword that symbolized his identity and glory.
The sword blade glowed coldly in the dim cabin, as if telling of the countless bloody battles it had experienced.
"30 seconds to contact."
The mechanical voice announced calmly and emotionlessly, as if this was just a very ordinary mission.
However, for Ryan and his fighters, these 30 seconds were a test.
The crew of the Tau Empire battleship "Dawn Blade" looked in horror at the drop pods that were raining down on them. They were like demons from hell, approaching rapidly with the breath of death.
"Fire!" the commander on the bridge roared, and anti-aircraft fire swept the airborne capsules like raindrops.
However, what was despairing was that when the pulse beam came into contact with the mysterious anti-energy coating on the surface of the drop capsule, it bounced off without any hindrance, just like a drop of water hitting a hot iron.
"Prepare for impact! Everyone get ready!" The commander's voice echoed in the tense atmosphere, but it was too late.
Ryan's airdrop capsule slammed into the belly of the "Blade of Dawn" with a terrifying posture like a meteorite hitting the earth.
The drill tore through sixteen layers of thick armor plates in an instant, making a harsh metal friction sound.
And the gel that was originally used to cushion the impact seemed to be cast under a spell at this moment. It hardened quickly and perfectly absorbed all the impact force.
At the moment the hatch exploded, Ryan's figure rushed out like lightning.
His speed was as fast as a ghost, making it impossible to see his movements clearly.
The golden sword in his hand drew a dazzling arc in the air. Wherever it passed, the Titanium warriors were cut in half with their guns before they could even let out a scream.
Immediately afterwards, Ryan's second sword slashed at the hydraulic rod of the emergency explosion-proof door like a storm.
There was a crisp "click" sound, and the hydraulic rod broke. The heavy explosion-proof door lost its support and fell down with a loud bang.
The Deathwing warriors followed closely behind, and the grenade launchers in their hands made a deafening roar, causing a bloody storm in the narrow corridor.
Wherever the rain of bullets passed, the bodies of the Tau warriors were blown to pieces, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere.
"Everyone listen up." Ryan's voice was clearly transmitted to the entire boarding team through the encrypted channel, "Leave no one alive."
The interior of the "Dawn Blade" seemed to have turned into hell, with fire, smoke, and broken limbs everywhere.
Llane led the charge, leading Deathwing to cut the entire battleship with surgical precision.
They were not in a hurry to advance quickly, but instead destroyed every key node in an orderly manner.
Including reactor control room, weapon array energy compartment, gravity generator and so on.
At the moment when the XV8 Crisis Combat Suit was melted through the cockpit by the melta bomb, the Fire Elite didn't even have time to scream before being nailed to the wall by the powerful impact of the explosion.
And those engineers hiding in the deepest maintenance passage could not escape Deathwing's pursuit.
Their reconnaissance devices were like ghosts, shuttling through the darkness and picking out these poor people one by one.
Ryan personally rushed into the bridge, his power armor was covered with blue-purple blood, which was the blood of the Tau.
The lion sword in his hand flashed with cold light, and there were bone fragments of the Titanium Clan stuck between the teeth.
When the last bridge officer had his chest crushed by his foot, the entire bridge fell into deathly silence.
"Detonate the reactor." Ryan gave the order into the communicator, his voice cold and decisive.
"The boarding team will withdraw," he said immediately.
As the Dark Angels' drop pods detached from the enemy ship, the Morning Blade was dissolved into a ball of light in a silent explosion.
Ryan stood in front of the observation window, watching the flames illuminate his stern face.
"Next."
