Chapter 85: The end is coming (4)

　　 Tranquility star drew a weird smile on Elizabeth (remember? Nami Star's moon) face, like the gloomy and violent side face of Hell Warcraft.
　　 The Milky Way star belt traverses the northern sky.
　　 Tens of thousands of light-years away, those colorful star clusters, gas and dust clouds, are like idlers watching urban farce one after another, quietly watching a local commotion in the quiet star system.
　　 Everyone is not a fool. No data analysis is needed. You can observe the status quo of Nami Star with the naked eye, and think with your to know that it will become a powerful bomb, big enough to consume everyone's lives.
　　 Just like when the earth was civilized, human beings were so weak in the face of natural disasters. Similarly, in the age of the universe, facing the endless stars and celestial bodies, human beings are still as small as the deaths of thousands of people, and even a wave of waves is difficult to arouse.
　　 The helmsmen had already waited impatiently. The command from above, under the deep and long space, the tail flames of nearly a thousand warships were flourishing, like fireflies, densely woven into a net.
　　 From aircraft carriers, battleships, small frigates, and prospecting ships, all ships are like smelling a school of dangerous fish. They start to twist their slender or bloated bodies, turn their heads as fast as possible, and escape in all directions.
　　 When the air fleet turned around, in Nami Star's low-Earth orbit, hordes of transport aircraft and shuttles, like hornets evading the fire, were racing toward their motherships in a bustling manner.
　　 Behind them is a sphere full of cracks. The fiery red light flows on the surface and radiates a gradual red halo toward the outer void.
　　 This was originally a magnificent spectacle that was once in a lifetime. However, in the eyes of those who escaped from Nami Star, it was like a door of that slowly opened, flashing lights representing tyranny and death.
　　 "Transporter Alpha-708, request to board."
　　 "Quick...Quick, speed up the treatment of the wounded, medical class, are you eating shit? Hurry up if you don't want to die!"
　　 "Liu An, what the are you doing, let you clear the runway, and you run into the hangar to fuck."
　　 "Captain, after turning around, what should I do next?"
"Father, I praise you, you are the supreme and supreme God, you are clothed with honor and majesty, you wear light like a robe, you spread the sky like a curtain. Father, I thank you, your glory is everlasting It shines on my heart, and it shines on the road ahead of me, guiding me forward."
　　 "Ronaldo, cry, cry a fart, what's the use of crying, put away your virtue."
　　 "Galileo, you're a geological survey ship, come to the battleship to join in the excitement, the formation has been messed up by you, get out..."
　　 Whether it is the Thunder Fleet or the Holy Violet Fleet, from the bridge to the living quarters, and then from the living quarters to the hangars and aprons, they are all in a mess. The cries of my dear friends, the sincere prayers, the roars of accusing others, and the weak moans, these voices converge into a sad military music, wandering in the starry sky.
　　 At this time on Nami Star, the Kitty Eagle Wing of the Sulu Imperial Army had already withdrawn, and the Tiger Shark Wing had not left due to its location and rescue mission.
　　 Alfred clenched his hands tightly and stared at the surface of the sea of ​​fire outside the porthole. The radius of the magma spring has expanded to hundreds of meters, which is like a small volcano.
　　 The shuttle is still doing its best in rescue work. From the window of the transport plane that was accidentally passed, the side faces of those rescued can be seen weeping with joy. However, more people have fallen into the roaring fire, with no bones left.
　　 The entire 3789 division, with more than 13,000 people, has experienced base guard battles, battles for relics, and later this catastrophe. There are no more survivors.
　　 In the face of such a scene, even the Tiger Shark Alliance paid a high price. Three frigates crashed and one destroyer was damaged. The result? The soldiers of the 3789 Division contained 1,200 wounded, and a dignified Marine Armored Division fell into this field. The 3789 Division's designation can be cancelled.
　　 In addition to mourning for them, Alfred still has a ray of resentment deep in his heart. For these few people, the Tiger Shark Alliance lost 3 frigates, is it worth it? Is it worth it?
　　 The helmsman has already turned the hull of the ship and slowly sailed towards the sky. Alfred finally took a look at the source of the disaster, the remains of the Ypsilon, it still stands in its original place, like a guiding light in purgatory.
Ok? The light of guidance? Alfred rubbed his eyes, and his mouth opened wider and wider as time passed.
　　 A blue rainbow, to be precise, a curved blue rainbow, a crescent-shaped aircraft broke through the fog and through the sea of ​​fire, like an arrow from the string, it was shot by electricity.
　　 Ypsilon Shuttle! It's the Ypsilon shuttle! Alfred's almost roaring voice echoed across the bridge. All crew members couldn't help but put down their hands and looked at the screen displayed on the monitor at the stern of the ship.
　　 An aircraft bright as a silver moon, with a touch of blue flowing on the surface, and a diamond-shaped crystal protruding between the two wings that bend forward like horns, is approaching the Tiger Shark Alliance at an extremely fast speed.
　　 This is obviously not a human aircraft. Its shape also shows this point. It is clearly a concrete object of the ε character.
　　 A Ypsilon spacecraft that can fly and move? how can that be! The long history of more than 200 years tells humans that the Epsilon is already covered in dust, and all the glory and all the glory have disappeared in the rolling history.
　　 The remains in operation are acceptable, but what happened to this aircraft with a body length of nearly 20 meters? Convulsions? artificial intelligence? Or is it that the Ypsilons cheated their corpses?
Not only the battleship belonging to Alfred, but other members of the wing also stared blankly at the Ypsilon shuttle that burst into the air like a silver lightning behind them~EbookFREE.me~ At this moment, it attracted Everyone's eyes, even those with short legs and severed hands, or fellows whose comrades-in-arms or brothers died in battle, raised their heads, forgetting their sorrow and sorrow, and all looked at it with a dull expression.
　　 "HOLLYMOTHER! What did I see, an Epsilon shuttle, a living shuttle?"
　　 "Damn, damn, live to hell!"
　　 "Where is my high magnification optical camera, Bobcat, where did you get it?"
　　 "Quickly...take it down, maybe you can sell it at a good price in the future, my God, this is a piece of heavy news."
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Every place with portholes is full of people, those with bandages on their hands, those with mechanical crutches, those with gauze on their faces, the old and the young, the whole and the disabled, all with their eyes wide open and looking The Ypsilon shuttle coming closer and closer behind.
　　 "Quick... quickly, report this to the Fleet Command." Alfred took the lead to recover, and shouted toward a melon-faced Asian woman standing in front of the communication station.
　　 "Yes." The young and beautiful female liaison officer awakened when she heard the words and hurriedly contacted the headquarters.
　　 Most people focus their attention on the precious living fossil of the Epsilon Shuttle, forgetting that they are on the edge of death. And that planet like a cracked eggshell has more and more cracks on the surface, and the fiery red stream spreads back and forth like a long river crisscrossing the world, circling into a net, the red awns are becoming more and more prosperous, and one by one contains heat radiation. , Electromagnetic waves, the energy flow of various rays spreads outward, forming a global energy storm.