Chapter 145 Death In the face of death, everyone...
The north side of the 25th galaxy.
The warship is ready to be equipped.
The cold metal wall reflected the dim blue light of the tactical screen, and Fan Pai's figure stood in front of the command desk like a blade.
A holographic projection unfolded in front of him, and dense power signals flashed on the star map.
"waste!"
The furious roar exploded in the closed command room.
Fan Pai suddenly grabbed the tactical report, and the paper was instantly crumpled into a ball between his fingers, and then he threw it hard to the ground.
The scattered documents fell like dying white birds, and one of the pages brushed against an officer's cheek, leaving a tiny trace of blood.
"On the front lines, the leaders of the rebels have been trapped like caged beasts—"
Each word he spoke seemed to be ground out from between his teeth, and his finger pointed at the flashing red dot on the star map.
"You haven't caught him yet?!"
In an instant, the air froze into ice.
More than a dozen senior military officers stood still like statues, not daring to breathe.
A young staff officer's Adam's apple rolled, and cold sweat slid down his temples into his collar.
"General, calm down..."
The adjutant standing in the front row bravely spoke, but was instantly silenced by the gaze of the Fan faction.
"Calm down?"
Fanpai suddenly laughed.
He slowly and methodically adjusted his cuffs; the finely crafted metal buttons glowed blood-red in the cold light.
"Let me tell you, forget about the front lines. You were transferred here to capture a guy."
The command room was so silent that one could hear the hum of the ventilation system.
Fan Pai turned and looked out the porthole. Against the pitch-black backdrop of space, the defense platform on the north side of the 25th galaxy looked like a floating steel tombstone.
He must avenge his previous shame!
Fan Pai suddenly took two deep breaths, and when he spoke again, his voice had returned to calm, yet it was even more terrifying than his previous fury:
"Once Cerie arrives, this place must become his grave. I want no trace of him left."
He tapped the console with his fingertips, and the star map suddenly enlarged.
Three pincer-shaped defense lines lit up, each line marked with dense data - this was the rebel army's deployment revealed to him by Link.
Link has bribed Atalan's adjutant. As long as he tells a lie that is neither too big nor too small, the adjutant's family can immediately move to the main planet to enjoy excellent medical care and education, and find good jobs for them.
It seems that the adjutant has a useless brother with a heart disease. Link is very good at exploiting weaknesses and is best at using money.
Of course, the Link family is indeed very rich. To say that they have mountains of gold and silver is an understatement. Moreover, Link is also very good at making money really work.
This guy is ruthless, scheming, has a good background, and financial resources. He is simply a born politician.
The reason why the Fan faction agreed to cooperate with Link was not only because of the financial support of the Link family, but more importantly, the Fan faction also wanted to kill Cerie and the leader of the rebels.
Fanpai is still fuming over the kick Cerie gave him two years ago.
Now, Link has set a trap for them.
——Perfect.
The information passed on by the adjutant was false.
But Cerie will definitely mobilize.
if,
If Cerie truly believed that the leader was dead and chose to retreat within the thirty-line, Link would accuse her of deserting the battlefield.
if,
If Cerie chooses to attack and support the front line, she will run into the army of the Brahma faction.
The Brahma sect only needs to sit back and wait.
This move,
Whether she moves forward or backward, Cerie will surely die.
——
In the dark universe, Xirui's fleet was like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, stabbing towards the north side of the 25th galaxy in an orderly manner.
The cold starlight was reflected on the armor of each battleship, and the engine nozzles dragged out a dark blue ion tail flame, drawing a trail in the void.
In the command room,
The cold light of the tactical screen reflected on Xirui's face, making his deep outlines even sharper.
He stared at the group of red marks that suddenly appeared in the holographic projection - that was the Brahma faction's fleet, densely packed throughout the entire waterway, like a group of sharks smelling blood.
"Oh."
Xirui's mouth curled up into an icy arc, and his slender fingers tapped lightly on the console, magnifying the details of the enemy ship array.
"Everyone, level one combat readiness."
The black-haired male insect's voice was not loud, but it instantly made the entire command room tense.
In the command room, half of the people were excited and half of them had ulterior motives.
After all, Link spent a lot of money to persuade and bribe some of the officers here.
Alarms suddenly sounded throughout all ships.
The next second, the universe was lit up by artillery fire.
The Brahma faction's fleet opened fire first, hundreds of artillery fire tore through the void like a sudden bloody rainstorm.
With a beautiful side spin, he dodged the first wave of attacks.
"Fight back."
Xirui's voice was terrifyingly calm.
The flames of the explosion bloomed silently in the vacuum, and metal debris flew everywhere like fireworks.
The battle quickly intensified.
The fighter planes of both sides entangled together like a swarm of bees, and their tail flames formed a death web in the darkness.
The next second, countless small aircraft of the Orthodox Army pounced on their warships.
Death exploded like fireworks.
The universe is boiling at this moment.
Countless small aircraft clung to the rebel warships like a thorn in their flesh, their sharp mechanical claws piercing the armor and sending suicide bombs into the interior of the ship.
A series of explosions erupted on the steel behemoth. In the blazing white light, broken cabin fragments and limbs drifted silently.
"Hold the hull," Xirui ordered into the communicator, his voice almost too calm to be human. "Fight! Follow me and kill them."
After saying that, he turned and jumped into a small combat aircraft on standby.
The moment the hatch closed, the aircraft rushed into the battlefield like an arrow.
Xirui's operation was brutally accurate. Every evasion was just right, and every shot hit the core of the enemy plane.
The five pursuing Orthodox fighter planes turned into fireballs in the series of explosions, illuminating Xirui's face, which was filled with a mixture of coldness and crazy murderous intent.
But the most frightening thing was the cold fire in his eyes, as if even his soul had been frozen.
Ranta is dead.
This realization corroded Xirui's nerves like venom.
Although he was surrounded by gunfire and bullets, Xirui felt that the whole world was eerily quiet.
He saw another rebel warship disintegrating in the distance, explosions continued to be heard, and warships continued to be blown apart.
But no sound reached his ears, only his memories were replaying frantically:
The slight frown on Atalan's face as he flipped through the documents in the morning light, the warmth he felt when his fingertips touched during the tactical meeting, the look in his eyes before we parted for the last time, as if he was about to speak but couldn't...
"Bang--!"
A plasma cannon shot grazed the cockpit and the alarm shrieked.
Xirui twisted the joystick reflexively, and the fighter boat turned sharply in an almost tearing arc.
Under the pressure of excessive gravity, he heard the sound of his ribs breaking and smelled a pungent smell of burning.
But this little pain is meaningless.
What are these compared to the bloody hole in my heart?
No feeling at all.
All the pain nerves in my body have lost all their functions.
Xirui's expression was extremely cold now, like ice that had not melted for ten thousand years - or perhaps, some news had frozen him completely.
Ranta is dead.
Ranta is dead.
Yes, Xirui knew the cruelty of war from the beginning. He wanted to treat it as a dream, but later he fell deeper and deeper into it.
Until now.
Ranta is dead.
Yes, so many soldiers and officers who braved gunfire can die, Delshi can die, so why can’t Ranta die?
But...how could Ranta...just die like this...?
Is this a dream or reality?
Why does it hurt so much? It hurts so much.
From beginning to end, is all this true or false?
"boom--!!!"
Amidst the deafening explosion, Xirui's aircraft slammed into the hull of the Fan faction's ship like a black meteor.
The metal shell emitted dazzling sparks due to the violent friction, and the alarm instantly resounded throughout the entire warship.
At the last second before impact, Xirui activated the emergency braking system.
The huge inertia made his bones make a sound of being overwhelmed, but he did not stop. While the metal fragments from the broken hull were still flying, he jumped into the cabin like a black lightning.
What greeted Xirui was overwhelming gunfire.
A metal storm of bullets rushed towards him, hitting the surrounding bulkheads and splashing a series of sparks.
A bullet grazed his cheek, leaving a trail of blood.
"Enemy attack! Crazy! Wait a minute, it's a male insect!"
A sharp alarm pierced the silence inside the warship, and the emergency lights in the corridor suddenly lit up, illuminating the metal walls in a scarlet red.
Xirui stood in the middle of the passage, surrounded by dozens of fully armed female soldiers. Their spread metal wings shone coldly under the cold light, like countless unsheathed blades, completely blocking his retreat.
This is a bloody war.
Death is lost, and body parts are scattered everywhere.
Xirui pulled out the gun from behind his back with his backhand, and his movements were so fast that it was almost impossible to see - "Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three completely different gunshots were heard, and each bullet accurately penetrated the eyes of the female soldiers, causing blood plasma and lens fragments to explode instantly.
Amidst the wailing, a gap was torn in the originally tight encirclement.
The next second,
The pursuing rebels seized the opportunity and poured into the passage like a tide.
More female soldiers spread their wings, turning them into killing weapons, frantically cutting down the enemies blocking their way.
Screams rang out one after another, blood splattered on the cold bulkheads, and the entire warship fell into chaos.
Xirui was almost walking on a pool of blood, and his military boots made a creepy sound as they stepped on the sticky liquid.
His eyes were as black as ink, and through the thick smoke, he could accurately lock onto every figure that attempted a sneak attack.
"Stop him! Don't let him get close to the Brahma General!"
Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound of wings vibrating at high speed above his head - a female soldier who looked like an officer swooped down from the ceiling, with the edges of her wings flashing with cold light, like two guillotines, heading straight for Xirui's neck!
And this officer didn't even need Xirui to take action, as the officers of the rebel army would naturally rush over and solve the problem for him.
The two high-level female insects immediately started fighting with each other.
——
"Yo."
Fan Pai stood up and slowly spread his wings, his joints making cold clicking sounds.
He looked at the cabin door that was violently broken open, a playful arc appearing on the corner of his mouth.
"Isn't this Lord Cerie? It's an honor to have you here."
He smiled and glanced outside the door - the bodies of female soldiers were lying all over the corridor, and blood was flowing along the metal floor like a scarlet stream.
The smell of blood in the air was so thick that it almost solidified, and the culprit of all this was standing in front of him.
Xirui held the still hot gun in one hand. His combat uniform had long been soaked with blood, and dark red liquid dripped down the corners of his clothes.
His face was covered with tiny wounds, some of which had not yet healed and were broken open due to movement. A bloodstain slid from his forehead to his jaw, but it could not cover his eagle-like sharp eyes.
The black-haired male worm twitched his lips, revealing a bloody sneer:
"I'm here to send you to death."
His voice was soft, yet sharp like a knife scraping across metal.
"Two years ago, that shot was a blank."
He raised his gun. "Two years from now, that might not be the case."
Fan Pai's pupils suddenly shrank and his wings shook violently!
The next second, the two figures collided like cannonballs!
The collision between the metal wings and the butt of the gun produced dazzling sparks. Fan Pai's fist hit Xirui's abdomen hard, but the opponent dodged it by turning sideways and hit him in the throat with an elbow!
"cough--!"
The command room instantly turned into a fighting arena.
Xirui's fighting style is brutal and precise, and every move is aimed at the fatal spot.
Fan Pai's wings swept across, the sharp edge splitting the console in two, and lightning crackled. Xirui took advantage of the momentum and leaped up, his boots stepping on the wall and flipping in the air, hitting Fan Pai on the back of the neck with the butt of his rifle!
"Bang!"
A dent was smashed into the metal floor, and Fan Pai rolled over, coughing up blood foam.
The two people moved at high speed in the narrow space, and the operating console was twisted and deformed and the display screen exploded and shattered wherever they passed.
When the bullet finally penetrated the base of Fan Pai's wings, the female insect roared like a beast, and actually clamped the bullet with her bones, and threw the black-haired male insect to the opposite side with her backhand!
"Do you think—" Fan Pai bared his bloody teeth, "Is it possible that I will still be the same as I was two years ago?! You're just a male insect!"
Xirui groaned.
Fan Pai's kick made him hit the operating table hard, and his spine felt a sharp pain, but he didn't even frown.
The moment Xirui took the opportunity to stick the terminal to the control panel, the entire command room suddenly sounded a shrill alarm and red lights flashed wildly.
Xirui didn't even look at it, leaving the terminal where it was. He gripped the gun handle again with his bloody fingers, turned around and rushed towards the Fan faction!
This time his style of play has completely changed——
Don't defend, don't retreat.
Xirui is going crazy, no, maybe he is already crazy.
He could accept war, death, all kinds of cruelty, and many other things. However, even Xirui himself had not expected...even he himself had not expected that Xirui could not accept Ranta's death.
Ranta is the only exception.
Violence is an outlet.
The same is true for death.
Xirui was in so much pain that he could no longer feel any pain.
While the butt of the gun was hitting Fan Pai's Taiyangxue, Xirui deliberately exposed the flaw in his left rib.
Fan Pai's wings came stabbing as expected. Xirui did not dodge or evade, allowing the sharp metal edge to cut his side. The moment the blood spurted out, the muzzle of his gun was already against Fan Pai's eyes!
Xirui grinned, "This time it's live ammunition."
"Bang!"
The dull thud of the bullet piercing through was drowned out by the sound of the explosion—the terminal activated its self-destruct sequence, and the wave of fire from the console blew them away at the same time.
Xirui's body flew backwards like a broken thread in the shock wave of the explosion.
His back hit the huge curtain wall of the command room hard, and the high-strength synthetic glass instantly cracked into spider-web-like patterns at the impact point.
With a crisp bang, the entire curtain wall shattered.
Countless crystal glass fragments bloomed in the weightless space, like a suddenly solidified ice rain.
A moment.
The Fan faction saw the sudden increase in the number of rebel warships outside - they were not stationed in the 25th galaxy, but in the hands of that damn Link!
While the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits!
He, the Brahma sect, had actually become Link's pawn! Seeking the skin of a tiger! Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous!
This time, Link not only got rid of Cerie, but also got rid of himself, a living person who knew too many of his secrets!
Damn it! Damn it, he actually fell into Link's trap!
Even if he and Cerie didn't die together, Link would kill them with overwhelming force. He and Cerie were both Link's targets in this round!
But how should this play be sung next?
How is Link going to shut those mouths up?
Kill? Pay? Coercion?
How many of Link's spies are there in the Orthodox Army? And how many of the rebels were bribed by Link early on?
Link, this damn dead bug, is usually silent and has little presence. He is hypocritical to the extreme. In fact, he is like a poisonous snake lurking in the jungle waiting for an opportunity to strike, extremely vicious and selfish.
Greedy snake swallows elephant.
Sooner or later there will be revenge!
Damn it! He was unwilling to accept this... so unwilling to accept this...
Fan Pai opened his eyes wide, and all he saw was darkness and blood. His eyes had been blown out, and the dull pain in his head disappeared at this moment - he was dead.
At the nerve junctions, the last electrical signals seemed to flicker, like the twitching of a dying insect.
In the final second before his consciousness faded, he still stubbornly tried to grasp something—perhaps a fantasy of victory, perhaps an obsession with revenge. But biological death does not give anyone the opportunity to leave a last word.
Death, all are equal.
Xirui saw the distorted figure of Fanpai in the flying crystals - the arrogant Fanpai general was dead at this moment.
Blood oozed from Fan Pai's burst eyeballs and eardrums, coagulating into strange red beads in the zero-gravity environment.
Fan Pai's blood-soaked face was frozen in eternal horror—his eyes were pierced, his brain exploded, there was no possibility of survival.
The shrill alarm suddenly became distant, and the broken circuits in the command room emitted a final spark. In the flickering light, the entire warship was about to explode.
Xirui calmly released his fingers and allowed himself to be sucked into the deadly gap.
In the face of death, all beings are finally equal.
The moment he was accepted by the darkness, the black-haired male insect smiled with relief.
He didn't want to continue having this dream.
Boring.
Boring.
How can dreams be more painful than reality?
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