"There is a fire inside the warship!"

"We're losing momentum!"

"The turret is stuck and can't fight back!"

"The fuel tank is damaged and toxic gas is leaking, which has spread to the seventh deck!"

"The structure of the warship is damaged and is about to disintegrate!"

In the dark warship, thousands of crew members are struggling to maintain the giant they control. Explosions and toxic gases are pouring out from the depths. It has to be said that up to now, they can still keep up with the loyalty of these soldiers under the command of mieba. However, it is also possible that they have done too many bad things and can't wash away the white, so they can only go to the black one way.

In short, no one on temple II escaped and surrendered. The lower crew was trying to maintain the warship system. The middle crew was fighting the fire, and the upper crew was not idle. They helped everywhere. After paying hundreds of sacrifices, the fire inside Temple II was suppressed, but a large number of crew members were killed by radiation leakage and vacuum environment, Now mieba is really powerless to return to heaven.

"Sir, let's not leave. As long as we're alive, there's still hope!"

"Alive, do you think there is still a chance?"

Mieba looked around, and the fleet loyal to him was either destroyed or falling. Like raindrops, debris and debris fell continuously towards the dead planet below. It was wamir. If there was no accident, mieba would get the soul gem there, and then he could use this gem to complete the turnaround and finally realize his plan.

But the reality is that accidents occur frequently. Temple 2 is no longer working. Now its X is like a space coffin. It floats quietly in the universe. There is no shield and power. The power system is about to collapse. Even after a while, the oxygen will be drained. However, he is still about 10000 kilometers away from his opponent, and even this distance is still jumping repeatedly.

At present, there are only two ways in front of mieba. One is to carry the ship to the end. The other is to go down to wamir to fight guerrillas. The former is risky and low-income. After all, Atlas began cleaning the battlefield after confirming that there are no living people on the battlefield. Moreover, those unmanned aircraft do not eat dry food. The latter is also risky. After all, Fisher now has a nickname of Starkiller, It means that the other party likes to blow up a planet and listen to it, or simply to give the other party a warning.

So after mieba gets to the ground, maybe Fisher, who can't wait for the imperial expedition, will see that the planet wamir was suddenly shot and began to disintegrate. At that time, it will be a chicken flying egg!

However, if you stay on the ship to fight guerrillas, you may also be bombarded by the other party with artillery. This moment makes mieba a little difficult. As for running, let alone thinking about it. Atlas has blocked the jumping point of the galaxy, and mieba doesn't think its escape ship can be faster than atlas's heavy fighter.

"Login! There is still a chance to land! "

Mieba didn't give up. He felt that he must have a way to get precious stones. As long as there was a chance, he would never give up.

Temple II completed all the escape pods with the last remaining power. Thousands of light spots successfully disturbed atlas's long-range scanning and fire control. When mieba reached the surface, an atlas long gun frigate patrolling the atmosphere found each other.

"Ah, this!"

Fisher didn't expect that mieba was still so tenacious. He didn't kneel down and wait for his head to be cut off. Did he still want to fight guerrillas?

"Go and find someone familiar with the situation of this place!"

Fisher thought that anyway, wamir is a remote place. I'm sorry to kill bully if I don't spend some time on the planet.

Soon a smuggler captain who was familiar with the place was brought here. The goods were still an acquaintance of Yongdu. Yongdu killed his relatives with great righteousness and personally bound them.

"Fellow townsman, don't be afraid. We are not good people. Bah, we are not bad people!"

Looking at the gold armored soldiers surrounded by themselves and the tall bipedal mecha behind them, the smuggling captain, who looked ferocious and looked very sorry for the audience, tried to make himself harmless, and then nodded.

"I understand. That's how we cheated the government anti smuggling team!"

"Yongdu said you know the planet well, don't you?"

"I know, but I don't know!"

The smuggling captain swallowed his saliva and stammered.

His understanding of wamir is also limited to outer space, because the planet is particularly desolate and has few resources. If it were not for smuggling, he would not take this route.

"We won't even set up a transit station here. You know, how important a transit station is for us smugglers! The evil door here is simply outrageous, like, like the whole planet is dead! "

"No living creatures, no resources, that's all right!" Fisher touched his beard, and then a cross world communication called Valentine the great, who was playing a little game of heads of state and secretaries with his girlfriend.

"Sir!"

Valentin the great quickly wiped off the lipstick mark on his face, put on his Fuehrer's uniform, changed a room and chatted with Fisher.

"Well, sorry to bother you. I'll send someone to send you some good things to make up for it another day!"

"You're welcome!" Valentine the great, who was young and couldn't grasp men's and women's affairs, didn't refuse. After all, Fisher was a real God, and the things he gave must be good!

"Yes, your father's Cerberus plan. Are there any experiments?"

"Ah, this!" Valentin looked happy.

"There are just some. We were preparing to destroy them!"

"That's good. I'll send a transport ship and bring it all. I'll destroy it for you!"

"OK, I'll tell them now!"

After the call with Warren Ryan, Fisher found Shepard again. The latter is very serious to exercise in the gym. Of course, Fisher estimates that she simply wants to beat others. After all, Shepard is also a general now. Only on the combat platform of the gym can she daze her opponent regardless of military appearance and discipline.

"Lao Xue, do you still know the lady rekner? Ask her if she is interested in moving! I have a big planet to live on, and I can climb Duang Lang! And the sand devil bug of tucenka, find a way to fix it for me! "

Looking at the half body covered by the nebula and the wamir emitted by the purple pulse light, Fisher shook his neck with a villain's arrogant smile.

"Then what, then prepare a high-power player to refresh the Indian song and dance of mieba for ten days!"