Volume 13: The Lights in the Sky Are All Enemies Chapter 32: Heaven and Earth Collision
Outside of everyone's sight, a dark red boundary spread out in the dark universe.
From the perspective of the distant macrocosm, it might be just a thin red line, or simply disappear in the infinite shadow of the universe, without any trace of existence. But from the perspective of the missionary fleet, what appeared before them was a giant wall that was growing and multiplying.
It looked like tentacles spreading out from the depths of the universe, or a notice from some indescribable monster. Those dark red tentacles kept entangled and intertwined, growing and spreading madly in sight, and the speed was clearly visible to the naked eye even in this universe. It was obviously some kind of defense measure of the demons whose principle and what kind of ghost thing it was. The dark red stench could be said to be overwhelming.
"After calculations by the prophet and relevant industry professionals, it was discovered that those things were most likely the mutant forms of the demon thorns that the demons took out during the last Pale Crusade."
Flipping through the electronic screen information page, the NPC following behind looked at the player who somehow got here in a strange way, and reported to the vampire in a low voice:
"Judging from the current situation, this demon thorn has not yet reached its full form. Its limbs and structures are still growing and proliferating. Although it is being watered by blood, it is obvious that their speed is not fast enough to achieve instant growth. It is now growing and reproducing at a rate of 7% per minute. It will block the passage in about fifteen minutes. In that case, our firepower will not be enough to defeat it."
"in other words……?"
"If we let it grow, there's a good chance we'll be stopped right here."
The staff member pushed up his glasses and showed a slightly worried expression.
"In this case, it will be difficult for our track construction system to lay the route forward. As a missionary fleet, we don't have too much firepower or other auxiliary teams, so we can only wait for the follow-up fleet to arrive. But this will change and affect the operation of the big plan to a certain extent."
"Is there no better way?"
"No. These things are creatures of mass, monsters that grow by mass proliferation. They reproduce every moment, just like cancer cells. But they don't have any reason, and with the telomere control of the demons, they will probably just block our star road and force us to go to those areas with confused minds and many planetary souls. It is also possible that they want to set a trap to kill us, but the probability is too low, so I didn't take it into account."
"I see. They simply want to use these things to temporarily slow down our progress and give them time to recruit soldiers and brainwash them? And because we are just a missionary fleet, they don't want to deal with us too much. They just want to use the size to make us retreat... But I think that's unrealistic. Does this thing have a core?"
"Yes, but it is in the deepest part of the entire volume structure. Its existence is uncertain and feels very subtle."
"It doesn't matter, as long as it's there."
What to do with the rest is my business.
The vampire nodded, signaling the staff to leave.
Looking at the reddish monster that was growing and multiplying every minute at the border of the universe, the vampire stood on the top of the golden bridge and took a deep breath at the increasingly red plants.
"Level the starship! Pressurize the thrusters! Prepare for the second jump! Everyone prepare for the impact!"
"Wait a minute, now is not the time to do this?! That is--"
"No, now! Only now can we crash through it!"
Interrupting the player's words, the vampire spoke in a decisive tone, looking at the gradually closing black curtain, his eyes full of flames.
"If we wait any longer, we will have to rely on the subsequent Hymn Fleet to assist in the attack to break through the defense line, but that will be a shame for our missionary fleet! No Pale Expeditionary Fleet has ever been blocked in the first stage! Never! Now, while they haven't closed up yet, we should just crash into them and tear through the defense line. This is what we have to do!"
"That's not what I meant! Will you die if you wait for the follow-up troops? Don't you think your current decision is a bit crazy?!"
"What nonsense! We are not afraid of death, so how can you, a person from the Hall of the Dead, be afraid of death?"
"???????"
Damn, can you be reasonable? Why am I not in the Hall of the Undead? What is the Hall of the Undead?
No, that shouldn't be the case. Maybe it's just that the captain is a little crazy. The other fleets should be better.
He turned his head subconsciously , but in Leng Feng's horrified eyes, not only this starship, but dozens of starships around it all lay flat, and began to open up brilliant cross stars around them. The disturbing agitation began to slowly sound inside the starship, as if a giant beast was suppressing its heartbeat in preparation for an ambush.
'Besides, are all of them here? Are they all standing on the horn? Are these people crazy? ? ? ? That's a flesh and blood network that blocks the entire starry sky. Aren't they afraid of death? '
Looking at the various human figures standing on the dazzling golden horns, Leng Feng was filled with shock beyond words.
In this dark universe, there is wind and sound. Likewise, there is light and the sense of sight. Therefore, Leng Feng, who was also forced to stand on the bow, could clearly see the tiny figures standing on the tips of the other warships that penetrated through the black curtain. In Leng Feng's visual system that had been enhanced by the second stage, those terrifying and unruly creatures were clearly displayed in front of him.
The preaching fleet, the top of all fleets, is the fleet used to spread morality and is the prelude and symbol of the Pale Crusade. They will appear at the forefront of every battlefield, and will always be at the forefront, never retreating even a step to the rear. Even if the Pale Crusade ends, there will still be preaching fleets on the expedition until they die.
Therefore, no captain of the missionary fleet could accept such a humiliation, and no one would ever accept such an outcome. Those who became members of the missionary fleet were such people. Naturally, no one would object.
Facing the curtain of flesh and darkness that stretched across the end of his sight, the captain standing on the horn laughed and transmitted his thought signals to the fleet.
"Are you all ready? We're crashing into it!!!"
"All troops charge!"
