Chapter 590: The boiling sea (7)

"Starboard! 31 degrees! Torpedoes strike! Total 8!"
Technicians yelled in the center of the bridge of the Venus star, all crew members stayed in combat positions, carefully monitoring the movement of the thermal battleship.
The lights of the oval cabin dimmed in accordance with the combat regulations, and the tiny light spot representing the weapon fired by the Venus star flickered maliciously on one of the many tactical display panels on the bridge.
"Dodge the maneuver and charge the turret!"
Drowker frowned and grabbed the edge of the command console in front of him. Although the cyan armor was powerful, their hull armor could withstand the volley impact from the enemy battleship, but it was still a bit difficult to defend the torpedo.
"Listen to you, sir."
Answers from the powerhouse and front deck came from the communicator.
Soon, the warning symbol immediately flashed on multiple screens, heralding the torpedo's impact.
Zolke turned to his correspondent again.
"Establish a communication channel with Relentless."
When the first torpedo hit, the scream of damage to the siren echoed like a huge tremor in the bridge.
"Sir, what happened there?"
The Captain Ruthless asked through the ship-to-ship communication channel that it was a medium-sized warship. The Trust Council’s division of warships is different from that of humans. They only classify water combat ships into large, medium and small, and auxiliary. According to According to some parliamentarians, the real "warship" should be a giant beast walking in the void for tens or even hundreds of kilometers.
These things on the water can at most be called some kind of "vehicle".
"We were attacked by torpedoes and tried to circumvent, this is not a big problem, Seth, now I order your ship to launch dead spear missiles, the target is the enemy battleship, the night number."
A burst of static electricity filled the air in an instant, mixed with the hustle and sirens that conveyed orders.
Soon, the other party spoke, and the voice was grim.
"Roger that."
Some torpedoes missed and swept past the battleship and disappeared into the deep sea.
A few were detonated in advance, but three of them found their target under the stern.
The first one plunged into the middle of the hull with a violent force, followed by two more. When part of the armor was spinning away from the battleship, the torpedoes themselves cut out a passage through the outer armor.
"Injury report!"
Dolke's shouts overshadowed the hustle and bustle on the bridge.
"Extremely slight, sir."
The communicator from the lower deck replied.
"what?"
It turned out that due to certain energy-absorbing characteristics of the cyan armor, although the torpedo fired by the human side hit, there were two undetonated and only one exploded, but it was not in a critical position.
At this time, several large missiles launched on the Ruthless Ship also left the launch pad, and these deadly weapons attacked the Nocturne at an extremely fast speed.
Soros could see clearly, but could not make any evasive actions, and no weapon could shoot them down.
He can only issue such a command to the whole ship.
"Meet the shock!!"
Boom~!
The next second, it was a strong shake.
Each missile shell deeply embedded in the hull of the Nocturne splits out an ultra-high temperature incendiary bomb, and six smaller missiles are drilled from their mother shells.
They are all surrounded by metal teeth, rotating to drill holes in the superstructure of the battleship. After drilling through the last hull armor, the missiles penetrated into the hull and were detonated by a large amount of explosives.
With a deafening scream of high temperature and pressure shock waves, the front deck was instantly destroyed, the sailors were burned in groups in the fire, and the piles of artillery shells were detonated by the flame storm, rotating the flame whip and the large block Shrapnel threw across the deck.
The first officer was already in a different place in the first attack, and the gunners who were fighting for cover had suffered a similar fate. The entire front turret had become a charred corpse and hell-like sharp points. Called the slaughterhouse.
But this is just the beginning.
The Nocturnal shuddered as a result of the explosion that had torn inside, and a devastating chain reaction raged through the lower deck into the crew quarters.
In the stern area, the explosion penetrated the engine area that would normally avoid direct hits, and tore the turbine unit, spraying high-temperature liquid into the cooling pipes.
The stand-by meeting point in the middle of the battleship, ready to extinguish the fire-sealed crew, was torn apart by the resulting massacre.
Before a missile thundered into the deck and killed them all in a bright and terrifying flash, the medical staff at the medical station had little time to pay attention to the chaotic scene on the deck.
A series of explosions tore a large amount of debris inside the Nocturne, and the entire area turned into smoked metal, like a huge burnt bite mark.
When the structural integrity of the battleship was destroyed, hundreds of crew members disappeared into flames.
"report!"
Soros ordered that when parts of the battleship around him were collapsing, exposing metal and sparkling electrical wires, he was still close to the command seat on the bridge.
The lights around the bridge intermittently flashed, indicating the loss of power and damage to all decks. The crew still tried their best to maintain some orderly illusions~EbookFREE.me~ but this attack was violent and affected huge.
"A lot of internal and secondary explosions."
The damage control officer replied that he was taking the remaining damage control personnel to deal with the gradual runaway fire.
But this is just the beginning of the bad news.
"The fuel leaked. No. 1 and No. 2 crew members did not respond. The turbine was severely damaged."
"The starboard side is broken and water is entering!"
"Sir, a large number of injured need to be transferred!"
When Soros was overwhelmed by the damage on the battleship, a rattle came from the ship-to-ship communicator.
"Soros, report your status immediately! This is the Eternal Wrath."
The impact has affected the communication antenna, making Niles' voice distorted by static electricity.
"We were hit hard, sir."
Soros said painfully.
"Some weapons that I have never seen before ignite us from the inside."
"Our formation is shooting."
Niels asked him.
"Can you continue to fight?"
"Yes, sir, we are not finished yet."
More static crackles followed immediately after the communication was interrupted.
"Captain, they are changing direction."
The watchman's voice came through the internal microphone, which seemed surprisingly calm.
Soros looked at the battlefield through the telescope. The Venus was changing course. It was given a fire gift from the battleship formation and turned its heavily armed bow to the offender.
"No matter what they are."
Soros murmured.
"He thinks we will run away like a coward? But his only result is to provoke our anger! Captain Krono, immediately restore power, then we will advance at full speed and clear the main gun position, ready to give them a note Bash!"