Chapter 207 Kratos, the fearful intruder (please subscribe)

"Although I have experienced the same thing many times in the past, every time I experience it again, it makes me feel the same excitement."

Among the oval battleships of Huo Jing, the navigator controlled the huge battleship to sink slowly.

His eyes were scarlet, his breathing rhythm was slightly rapid due to his excitement, and his slightly contracted pupils were staring at the simple city in the yellow sand.

What happened next had already been rehearsed in the navigator's mind.

The powerful power of the fire spirit was shown in front of the inferior tribes, and then it was worshiped as a god. Finally, in the desperate eyes of the inferior tribes, it imposed divine punishment.

After the war is over, it's time for the feast to begin.

Devour all the enemy's memories, bloodline, and talents and transform them into a part of the fire spirit civilization.

Similar customs have been repeated countless times among the fire elf tribe, precisely because they have continuously obtained strength and experience from the bloodlines of other intelligent races countless times in the past.

Only today's fire spirit tribe has developed to the point where it is now so powerful that it spans the galaxy and can even conquer the gods.

Didi didi!

Accompanied by a buzzing sound.

A clearly visible picture came from the auspicious omen.

In the city, in the square-like open space, these tall and ferocious-looking inferior tribes seem to be holding some kind of sacrificial ceremony.

The golden flames burn blazingly in the open space, and can cause the flames to burn on the thin mine planet. It is obvious that this inferior tribe has a powerful bloodline talent just as General Cyrus said.

After realizing this.

Instead of feeling scared, the navigator became even more excited.

The more powerful the power in the bloodline is, the more it means that the flesh and blood of the prey will be sweeter and more delicious.

"It is a pity that the weak gods you believe in cannot provide you with protection. What weapons will be used to destroy this small tribe next?" The navigator fell into happy troubles.

He dragged the joystick, and ferocious three-dimensional projections appeared on the strong photon screen.

"Adaptive combat robots, macro cannons, virus bombs, ship-based laser rifles..." Each weapon has astonishing lethality, and the aftermath of the explosion is enough to easily level an entire mountain.

In countless battles over the past millennium, these weapons have proven their efficiency with noble carnage.

"It's better to use virus bombs. If you make the prey too thin, it will affect the taste."

The navigator browsed briefly on the photon screen and then selected the appropriate weapon.

The lethality of virus bombs is not particularly high among many ship-based weapons, but the advantage is that the deadly bacteria produced after the outbreak of this weapon can cause most carbon-based organisms to suffer from neurological paralysis, which can fully

Preserve the taste of the prey. Among the fire elf tribe, some cruel warriors even like to eat the struggling prey alive.

However, most fire spirits still think that this is a bit too cruel. Even excellent ingredients need simple cooking to fully stimulate the nutrients contained in the prey's blood.

Click!

After a simple operation, the virus bomb is loaded and ready to be launched at any time.

But at this moment, a series of roaring sounds came from all around the ship, followed by a violent vibration.

The navigator almost fell directly from his workbench to the iron floor. The roar was buzzing in his head. The navigator still hadn't figured out what happened.

He then saw a sudden bright light appear in the picture from the augur.

In the city, in the square.

The intelligent life that stands out among the crowd seems to be the leader of this simple city.

He raised one hand high, and flaming lines spread outward from his body until it enveloped the entire city. Even across the steel battleship, a strong aura like a volcanic eruption still emanated from him.

came out, arousing a huge sense of crisis in the navigator's heart.

The flames condensed in the air and turned into a huge dark red unstable sphere.

The outer layer of the sphere slowly fell off due to high-frequency vibrations, exposing its radiant core.

Boom!

In an instant.

The magnetic field rotates and the light breaks through. Even the thunder is attracted by this force.

A beam of light containing destructive power spurted out from Knopp's hand. The dust haze that shrouded the city instantly dissipated. The earth buzzed and shook, and the air was filled with a burning smell.

"Boom!"

The virus bomb stored in the barrel of the gun melted and exploded due to the terrifying high temperature before it could be fired.

The high temperature caused by the virus outbreak caused secondary damage to the warship, and terrible pathogenic bacteria had begun to spread in the lower cabins. An unprecedented violent vibration came from all around the hull, and thick cracks appeared in the steel.

A dull, twisted wail emerged, and hot black smoke filled the air.

"grass!"

The navigator covered his head and got up from the floor.

His face became a little ugly, but more importantly, he was angry. No matter what, he never expected that someone in the seemingly simple and desolate indigenous tribe could actually use his body to explode with powerful lethality comparable to that of a ship's main gun.

However, this battle ends here.

The damage caused by the Forerunner looks very scary, but in fact, it only damages the external armor of the battleship.

The core part of the battleship was not damaged in the previous battle, and judging from the images transmitted by the auspicious device, the indigenous leader was completely exhausted after the previous attack.

He could barely stand on the ground with the support of his attendants. In a short period of time, he would never be able to use the previous attack a second time.

"Damn natives, you've completely pissed me off!"

The navigator whispered harshly: "I'm going to inflict divine punishment on you and have you cut into pieces."

He manipulated the instrument in front of him, and the option of macro cannon appeared on the strong photon screen. After a while, the navigator pressed the confirmation button. Macro cannon is the most widely used weapon in interstellar warfare, with low cost.

It has strong lethality. It can function stably under various extreme conditions. Even the lowest-power macro cannon is enough to level a mountain with one shot.

The reason why I didn't choose the macro cannon at first was because I was afraid that the temperature of the explosion would directly vaporize the bodies of these indigenous people.

But now it seems that with the strong physical fitness shown by the indigenous people, the lethality of the macro cannon should be able to preserve some corpses. As for the subsequent accountability of the general...

boom!

The door was kicked open directly by a huge force.

"Stop the attack and evacuate from this planet immediately!" The general's tone no longer had the previous calmness and calmness, but instead revealed a sense of panic.

"But!" The navigator still wanted to struggle, unwilling to let go of the delicious food.

"No buts, obey orders!"

The general said coldly.

He turned around in a hurry, as if he had something important to do immediately.

But just as he left the navigation room door, a high gray wall suddenly appeared in the corridor outside the door.

"Found you!" The navigator heard a voice with a strange accent.

Although he could not understand the meaning contained in the voice, the joking emphasis was familiar to the navigator. When encountering prey that could not resist, the navigator also liked to use this tone to torture those poor guys.

.

And now...

The prey became the hunter, and the same playful voice echoed in his ears.

The navigator roughly understood why the general's tone was filled with panic.

However, as a professionally trained navigator, his reaction speed and psychological quality are both excellent. The navigator quickly manipulated the control system to allow the spacecraft to climb upwards, and then closed the door to the navigation room to block it.

The navigation room is one of the core areas of the battleship, and the defense system here is naturally quite in place.

The tungsten steel walls surrounding it were even enough to defend against several rounds of attacks from macro artillery. He had just breathed a sigh of relief and was waiting for the general to issue the next command and battle plan.

Stab!

But at this moment, the navigator heard a sound like a piece of paper being torn.

What followed was the sound of blood spurting out, and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. The navigator instantly felt as if he was being targeted by an evil god lurking in the shadows.

A cold, suffocating fear filled his heart, causing all the muscles in his body to spasm uncontrollably.

Click!

The navigator forced himself to suppress the fear in his heart.

Turning his head and looking behind him, a few short breaths seemed as long as centuries.

"hiss--"

After seeing what happened behind him, the navigator couldn't help but gasp.

General Cyrus's tall body was seen falling weakly to the ground. Hot blood spurted out from his broken neck, forming a spectacular blood-red puddle on the ground.

The head that disappeared from the general's body appeared in the hands of the muscle monster.

The general's eyes were dull and his mouth was still twitching. He seemed not to realize the fact that he was dead. The navigator noticed that there was a long spine connected under the general's head, and the wound on his neck showed irregular tears.
To be continued...