The star body fortress located at the Winter Tree star base is a level-three fortress within the Saint Luo Clan, with a diater of about 3 kiloters. Its defining feature is a spire on top, which can enhance the endurance of warships as a floating island, placing it among the mid-to-high-end battle vehicles.
However, what Barrymore brought over this ti was a level-two fortress, and when assembled, its diater could reach 5000 ters!
The size of this chanical planet has already surpassed that of ordinary asteroids, capable of genuinely supporting heavy-duty warships.
It is enough to simultaneously provide maintenance and supplies for six umbrella-shaped giant ships.
Umbrella-shaped giant ships are the true star attack giants.
But whether it's a giant ship or a level-two fortress...
With their massive size, they cannot directly pass through the narrow Starry Sky Gate.
Rashly breaking through might cause the gate to close, and there's an even greater chance that the fortress or ship body will be directly torn apart.
So, the noble and wise Saint Luo people adopted this thod of dismantling and transporting in batches.
Barrymore, as the commander, controlled this warship that appeared flat and heavy but was the core component of the Battle Fortress!
It carried a function similar to the neural center of a human brain, with fifteen thousand groups of neurospores behind those flat armor plates.
So he sighed with such a sentence, "The work of a Pioneer is truly not easy."
The view before him gradually beca clear.
The sticky blackness around the ship's bow had completely receded.
...Finally, he could enter that low-level universe.
He wanted to use the plundered wealth to continue expanding his territory.
He, Barrymore, the luckiest and most fearless commander, was determined to beco the Lord of the Frontier in the Saint Luo Clan.
Being awarded a rich planet in the Saint Luo Universe was far from his goal, absolutely, far from it!
It seed as if he saw himself commanding millions of heavy troops, wielding power in one domain, and Barrymore's smile grew wider and wider.
When that last thin film in front of him dissipated, the scene beca instantly clear. He... had finally entered the Luqin Universe!
But at that very mont, a piercing alarm sounded inside the bridge.
Barrymore's smile froze on his face.
No need for radar imaging.
Just with the naked eye... he could clearly see the massive dark shadow rapidly approaching from afar.
Like an ultra-heavy bomber enlarged tenfold, carrying a full load of bombs, charging straight at them.
Such wild and fierce montum caused Barrymore's heart to pound heavily.
"No, it's not a fighter jet, that's a... dragon!"
Barrymore slamd his hand down, fiercely pressing the red button representing combat status into the console.
"Enemy attack!"
"Prepare for battle!"
The people behind him were far less quick to react than Barrymore, and by the ti they realized it a second later, Evil Wing's massive head was less than 200 ters away from the bow of this core assembly ship.
Seeing the originally cumberso and flat warship suddenly change its armor stance, revealing dozens of dark muzzles.
Evil Wing then understood that it had been targeted.
If a direct collision didn't work, then...
Damn it!
Fiery clouds surged from its nostrils.
[Why does human language evoke such an indescribable pleasure in !?]
Evil Wing shook its head, discarding this strange thought.
Yes, damn it!
"Aah... roar!"
A vortex of fiery light swelled from Evil Wing's throat and was then instantly compressed into a ball.
The dragon's head lifted, and the giant fireball radiating a ferocious black and red glow surged forth.
[Demon Dragon—Roaring Fla Bomb]!
The massive ferocious fireball, growing against the wind, traced a blazing path through the air, charging straight ahead.
Then, before Barrymore's warship could fire, it struck fiercely upon the sturdy bow.
Boom!
An astonishing cloud burst rose.
The heavy bow encountered the Roaring Fla Bomb, evolved after Evil Wing consud hundreds of High Crystal Stones... instantly as if a candle encountered a strong fire attack.
The bow turned crimson visibly and began to lt.
After all, this was not a genuine warship but the core part of a star body fortress.
It seed heavy yet lacked a defensive field, directly manifesting as... incredibly fragile.
The Roaring Fla Bomb created a massive crater in the bow, and then the raging stream of fire swept wildly in all directions.
Barrymore and the people behind him were violently quaked into the air.
"Damn it!"
The proud and furious commander's arm had harsh yellow veins swirling and tangling, elongating instantaneously to clamp onto the ground, firmly anchoring himself to avoid being flung away.
With a ferocious face, he suddenly lifted his head.
Retreating was impossible now; facing that dragon's attack... he could only charge straight through!
Yes, leveraging the warship's formidable power to crash through directly.
Only then could the subsequent combat sections advance.
"Push forward!"
He stood up and shouted in rage, swinging his arm towards the console and forcefully pressing down on the throttle lever.
Yet at this mont, amidst the gaps laced with fire stream, he saw a shadow standing atop the dragon's back, gently pressing down with its legs, and then leaping high.
A crimson cloak flashed across his vision.
"Get... out of here for !"
Shura leapt into mid-air, twisted backward, right arm bending to the side, the Red Lotus blooming from his chest.
A pose full of powerful beauty, retracting and charging in the air, was etched into Barrymore's field of vision.
"...Get out!"
The tyrannical and chilling voice exploded thunderously.
Behind Shura, four engines spewed blood-colored exhaust akin to teors; at the mont of the punch's passage, a triple sonic boom erupted consecutively in front of the cha!
The fist impact hamred the crater at the earlier impact site of Evil Wing's Roaring Fla Bomb.
Ti slowed at this mont, resembling a massive water bubble squeezed flat...
The front section of this flat, heavy warship surged with exaggerated ripple like rubber, with all the tal armor and the towering gun barrels twisting, compressing, deforming, and then...
Exploded with a thunderous roar!
The violent kinetic energy from Shura's punch wasn't sothing a non-combat ship could withstand.
Inside the mid-aft cabin of the Core Spore Ship, the dense spore cluster, appearing like a sea upon steel structure, all movent ceased simultaneously, and then... like waterlons shattered by buckshot, exploded into a sticky liquid ss.
Piercing and sharp sonic waves stacked upon one another, spreading in all directions.
At this the mont, Barrymore, who had just been flung, jerked his head back, terror flashings in his eyes.
"No!"
He howled in a long, heartrending wail.
No matter how many died, it didn't matter, but the sonic wave was unmistakably the alarm from the neurospore cluster explosion.
And those alarms had already compounded into a sea of sound waves.
The piercing sonic wave caused hundreds of people inside the hall to clutch their ears in agony simultaneously.
Before they could make further movents, the ground suddenly bulged and ripped!
Barrymore incredulously lowered his head, then the montary explosion of tal fragnts swept across his face, his head bursting into a cloud of blood mist with a bang!
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