Chapter 85 Doomsday (4)

Tranquility star drew a weird smile on Elizabeth (remember? Nami star's satellite) on the face, like the gloomy and violent profile of the hell monster.

The Milky Way star belt traverses the northern sky, and the stars are dotted and bright.

Tens of thousands of light-years away, those colorful star clusters, gas and dust clouds, like idlers watching the urban farce one after another, quietly watching a local riot in the quiet star system.

Everyone is not a fool, no need for data analysis, just observe the current situation of Nami star with the naked eye, and think with the butt to know that it will become a powerful bomb, big enough to swallow everyone's life.

Just like when we were still in Earth civilization, human beings were so weak in the face of natural disasters. Similarly, in the age of the universe, facing the endless starry sky and celestial bodies, human beings are still equally small, so small that thousands of people die, and it is difficult to stir up even the slightest waves.

The helmsmen have been waiting impatiently, and the above orders, under the deep and distant deep space, the tail flames of nearly a thousand battleships flourished, like fireflies, densely intertwined and intertwined into a net.

As big as aircraft carriers, battleships, as small as frigates, exploration ships, all ships are like smelling dangerous fish, and they start to twist their slender or bloated bodies, turn around at the fastest speed, and escape.

When the air fleet turned around, on the low-Earth orbit of Nami, groups of transport planes and shuttles, like wasps avoiding the fire, were bustling towards their motherships.

Behind them, is a sphere full of cracks, and the fiery red light flows on the surface, and radiates a gradual red halo towards the outer void.

This was originally a once-in-a-lifetime magnificent spectacle. However, in the eyes of those who escaped from Nami, it was like the gates of hell slowly opening, flashing with bloody lights representing tyranny and death.

"Transport ship α-708, request to board."

"Quick... Quick, speed up the treatment of the wounded, the medical class, are you eating shit? Hurry up if you don't want to die!"

"Liu An, what the hell are you doing, let you clear the runway and go to the hangar to fuck."

"Captain, the U-turn is over, what should we do next?"

"Father, I praise you, you are the most majestic God, you are clothed with majesty and majesty, you are clothed with light like a robe, you stretch the sky like a curtain. Father, I thank you, the light of your glory is everlasting Shine on my heart, and on the road ahead of me, guide me forward."

"Ronaldo, cry, you cry, what's the use of crying, put away your bitch."

"Galileo, your mother-in-law is a geological exploration ship. You are here to make fun of the battleship. You have messed up the formation. Get out of here..."

Whether it is the Thunder Fleet or the Saint Violet Fleet, from the bridge to the living quarters, from the living quarters to the hangars and the apron, they are all in a mess. The cry of the lost friend, the devout and respectful prayer, the roar of accusing others, and the moan of weakness, these voices converged into a mournful military music, wandering in the starry sky battlefield.

At this time, on Nami Star, the Kitty Eagle Wing of the Sulu Imperial Army had already evacuated, and the Tiger Shark Wing had not yet left due to its location and the rescue mission.

Alfred clenched his hands tightly, his eyes fixed on the surface of the fire outside the porthole, and the radius of the magma spring has expanded to several hundred meters, just like a small volcano.

The shuttle is still sparing no effort in the rescue work. From the accidental window of the transport plane, the faces of those rescued can be seen crying with joy.

However, more people fell into the sea of ​​​​fire, with no bones left.

The entire 3789 Division, with more than 13,000 people, has experienced the base guarding battle, the battle for the relics, and later this catastrophe. The survivors are no longer alive.

In the face of such scenes, even the Tiger Shark Wing paid a heavy price. Three frigates crashed and one destroyer was damaged. What about the results? The soldiers of the 3789th Division, plus the wounded, totaled 1,200 people, and a dignified marine armored division fell into this field. The designation of the 3789th Division can be cancelled.

In addition to a moment of silence for them, Alfred still has a trace of resentment deep in his heart. For so few people, the Tiger Shark Wing lost 3 frigates, is it worth it? Is it worth it?

The helmsman has turned the hull and slowly sailed to the sky. Alfred finally glanced at the source of the disaster, the Epsilon ruins. It still stands in its original place, like a guiding light in purgatory.

Um? Light of guidance? Alfred rubbed his eyes, his mouth widening as time passed.

A azure rainbow, to be precise, a curved azure rainbow, a crescent-shaped aircraft broke through the fog, broke through the sea of ​​​​fire, and shot out like an arrow from the string.

Epsilon Shuttle! It's the Epsilon shuttle! Alfred's almost roaring voice echoed across the bridge. All the crew couldn't help but put down their work and looked at the screen displayed on the stern monitor.

An aircraft that was as bright as a silver moon, with a touch of blue on its body, and a diamond-shaped crystal protruding from the middle of the two wings that curved forward like horns, was approaching the Tiger Shark Group at an extremely fast speed.

This is obviously not a human aircraft, and its shape also shows this, it is clearly the figurative thing of the ε character.

An Epsilon spacecraft that can fly and move? how can that be! The long years of more than 200 years have told human beings that Epsilon is a dusty door, and all its glory and all its glory have disappeared in the long river of history.

The relics that are still in operation are acceptable, but what is going on with this aircraft with a body length of nearly 20 meters? Jerking? artificial intelligence? Or are the Ipsilon people cheating?

Not only the battleship that Alfred belonged to, but other members of the wing also stared blankly at the Epsilon shuttle that burst into the air like a silver lightning. At this moment, it attracted everyone's attention, even those who had short legs and broken hands, or those whose comrades and brothers died in service, all raised their heads, forgot their sadness and their sorrow, and all looked at it with a dull expression.

"HOLLYMOTHER! What did I see, an Epsilon shuttle, a living shuttle?"

"Damn, damn, damn it!"

"Where's my high-power optical camera, Lynx, where did you get me?"

"Quick... take a quick photo, maybe it will sell for a good price in the future, my God, this is a big news."

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Every place with a porthole is crowded with people, those with bandages on their hands, those with mechanical crutches, those with gauze on their faces, the old and the young, and the crippled, all with their eyes wide open, looking at them. The Epsilon shuttle was approaching in the rear.

"Quick... Quick, report this matter to the fleet headquarters." Alfred regained his senses first, and shouted to a melon-faced Asian woman standing in front of the communication station.

"Yes." The young and beautiful female liaison officer woke up and hurriedly contacted the headquarters.

Most people focus on the living fossil precious Epsilon shuttle, forgetting that they are on the verge of death. And on the planet like a cracked eggshell, the cracks on the surface are getting bigger and bigger, and the fiery red flames are like a long river running across the world, spreading back and forth, surrounding into a network, the red light is getting more and more prosperous, and each path contains heat radiation , electromagnetic waves, the energy flow of various rays spreads outward, forming a global energy storm.