128: List them all on the stock market!

These aliens never expected that even after running into the void, they would still get a beating.

So, when the torpedoes struck the stern and the ion beams melted through the armor, the flames of destruction poured down upon their heads.

"WAAAAAAAGH！！！"

"BOOM！！！"

Accompanied by sparks and a thunderous roar, five modified norma m470s slammed heavily into the alien flagship.

The sharp melta-rams easily breached the alien Warship's outer armor, then drilled deep into the hull.

Immediately, the hatch of the first norma m470 opened, and Marines of the Guardian Angel Legion, clad in red and white powered armor, jumped out of the cabin, holding Boarding Shields and electromagnetic rifles, followed closely by four refrigerator mechas painted red.

That's right, this was something they had just 'borrowed' from their allies under the principle of voluntary participation—except for the four refrigerator mechas, which seemed a bit resistant; all the other equipment had been exceptionally cooperative.

...

In that conference room, just as the Taxation Department section chief brought a twisted limb before the tied-up girl, asking her once again if she was willing to submit to the alien on the high platform;

When she looked at the camera pointed straight at them, locked eyes once again with her lover tied nearby, and still chose to die rather than submit—

A loud bang came, and the entire starship shook.

Grulal's personal communicator suddenly emitted a sharp, ear-piercing sound.

As soon as he answered, he shouted angrily:

"Grr grr grr grr? (What's going on?)"

"Grr grr grr grr grr grr grr grr!!! (Did you idiots crash into each other again!!!)"

"Grr grr? (What?)"

"Grr grr grr? (Enemy attack?)"

He immediately jumped to his feet, emitting a "grr grr grr" laugh,

"Grr... (These humans who don't know their own strength!)"

"Grr... (Dare to go head-to-head with us in the void?)"

"Grr... (Crush them for me!)"

After hanging up the communication, Grulal looked at the stage below,

He sneered and said:

"You continue; I'm going to deal with some little bugs."

...

"Prioritize attacking the outer Warships and large Warships!"

"Fighters, be careful not to cross the stability zone boundary!"

On the Bridge of the storm, Xi Hai watched the battlefield view—that's right, even in the void, the night lamp provided a view, it was just that the parts outside the navigation channel looked incredibly strange and were impossible to understand.

The three new constantine the great had already launched their own carried fighters, and a massive amount of vesta a021 and mistral flew towards the alien Warships ahead.

The aliens, having lost nearly one-fifth of their fleet in the first round of strikes, reacted at this moment; they turned their muzzles and began to fight back.

In their command channel, that blasphemous language rang out incessantly,

"Grr... (Crush these scumbags who dare to challenge us!)"

"Grr... (That bunch of clumsy idiots can't catch up to our engines at all!)"

Clearly, they mistook the pursuing fleet for the 9-89th Legion they had previously exchanged fire with, and were incredibly dismissive.

However, very soon—they suffered a huge loss because of this dismissiveness.

The kalilein blocking the front turned its maneuvering engines to the maximum, and countless incoming missiles targeted it, grazing past it, only to be blown into fireballs during the brief moment of hesitation after losing their target;

The prow ion cannons of the eternal storm and the new constantine the great hit their targets the instant they fired, turning the entire line of alien Warships into shining fireballs;

Next to engage were the projectile weapons; Eternal Polaris, Supernova White, Gamma storm... torpedoes and missiles with bright white light trails exploded fiercely upon the alien Warships,

In just one exchange, half of the Alien Fleet in front was crippled.

In contrast, the alien Warships' weak and ridiculous counterattacks couldn't even scratch the bright white paint on the eternal storm.

When the aliens realized something was wrong and wanted to retreat, it was already too late—

Their exposed engines, fearing that the flying vesta a021 wouldn't find a target, had even specially designed a small protrusion,

directly increasing the strike efficiency by at least 18%.

They could only stop in place in despair,

watching helplessly as they were turned into bright fireballs one by one.

Soon, only the alien flagship, pierced by four blue and one red modified norma m470s, remained on the battlefield.

...

In the conference room of that alien flagship, the crazed and twisted performance was still continuing,

to ensure the tortured protagonist didn't lose consciousness too quickly,

the Taxation Department section chief even specifically used a red-hot metal plate to staunch the bleeding where his limbs had been torn off, and injected him with several hallucinogenic drugs.

He was forced, in his role as the protagonist, to watch this farce that existed to please the aliens,

and on the chair on the other side, his lover, to whom he had once pledged his life, was already on the verge of death—the limbs forcibly inserted into her had burst her fragile body.

The alien on the stage was still sneering, and the Traitors below the stage were still reveling.

Perhaps it was the drugs beginning to take effect, or perhaps it was a deathbed vision, but hallucinations began to appear frequently in his mind.

He felt as if he had returned to his childhood, before he had joined the 9-89 Border Legion.

At that time, he and she had met for the first time, embraced for the first time, run wildly through the fields for the first time—and it was also the first time watching the rain of fire falling from the sky, descending upon his home.

Back then, they watched as the hideous aliens destroyed their home, watched as the aliens raised their butcher knives toward them—and also watched as an angel in red powered armor cleaved that alien in two with a single strike...

"BOOM!!!"

Suddenly, just as if the hallucination had intruded into reality, he felt as if he saw the angels from his childhood appearing before his eyes again—this time, the angels were red, and some were blue,

the Traitors dropped everything and knelt to beg for mercy, while the arrogant aliens on the stage were blown to pieces by scalding bullets, fluids splattering everywhere, with a few drops even flying onto his face.

To be able to see such a hallucination, even if I die, it's worth it!

His face felt hot; had those Traitors already started on his face?

The last scene in the hallucination was the angels, just like when they first met, picking him up and asking kindly:

[Do you want to join us?]

His vision went black, and he could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion.

...

And looking at the Traitors kneeling before him, Gunnar held the dying child in his arms—no, he corrected himself from the bottom of his heart, this was not a child, this was a warrior.

He cast his gaze toward another figure who had been tortured beyond recognition, and Gunnar felt magma named rage surging in his heart.

So, he removed his helmet, stopped a soldier who had raised his gun to execute the Traitors, and said through gritted teeth:

"Don't just let them die like this; it can't be that cheap for them."

After speaking, he quickly opened the communication with the military Mechanic and said:

"Quickly send two unsealed dreadnoughts, the model with the most comprehensive life-support medical systems, as fast as possible!"

...

(Next chapter is under review)