Chapter 711 711 Transport 2
A powerful beam of light struck through a vital part of the ship, sending shockwaves through its metallic frame. Alarms blared, and emergency protocols were initiated, but the damage was done. The cargo ship began its descent, hurtling back toward the planet's surface.
Inside the chaotic vessel, chaos ensued. The explosion of the vital part had a domino effect, causing secondary explosions that echoed through the metallic corridors. Francus and Grigor, despite their battle-hardened resilience, were thrown off balance, their bodies slamming into the ship's interior.
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As the ship plummeted, the external chaos mirrored the internal turmoil. Explosions lit up the sky as demonic spacecraft swarmed like vengeful hornets, engaging in a ferocious battle against local defense forces and Celestial Platoon ships assigned for protection.
In the midst of the chaos, Francus and Grigor struggled to regain their footing. The once controlled environment of the cargo ship now resembled a war zone. The groans of stressed metal and the wails of injured personnel filled the air.
Despite their injuries, Francus and Grigor managed to reach a vantage point within the ship. Through a shattered viewport, they witnessed the celestial ballet of demonic and defensive spacecraft engaging in a deadly dance. Energy beams crisscrossed the sky, leaving trails of destruction in their wake.
Grigor, his voice strained but resolute, spoke over the cacophony. "This is no ordinary attack. The demons orchestrated this with precision. They knew our cargo was a threat, and they struck at our weakest moment."
Francus, his eyes reflecting the determination to survive, replied, "We can't let this mission end in failure. We need to get to the communication array, and call for reinforcements!"
As they reached the compromised array, Grigor's weathered hands moved swiftly over the controls. There, he saw many corpses lying all over the place. He gritted his teeth and ignored them.
lightsnοvεl Despite the pain pulsating through his injured body, his focus remained unwavering. The distress signal was broadcast into the cosmic void, a plea for aid against the unexpected demonic onslaught.
Just as hope flickered in the dimming corridors of the crippled ship, a demonic spacecraft, sleek and ominous, descended with predatory grace. Its dark energy resonated with malice as it targeted the communication array. Another powerful beam struck, obliterating the array and silencing the distress signal.
The impact, when it came, was a cataclysmic eruption of sound and chaos. The cargo ship, once a symbol of Celestial Platoon's might, collided with the planet's surface with a force that shook the very core of its structure.
Explosions rippled through the ship like a series of violent aftershocks. Flames roared to life, consuming the once-pristine halls and compartments. The structural integrity of the vessel crumbled under the strain, collapsing like a house of cards.
The explosion was similar to that of a nuclear explosions, with massive mushroom cloud rushing towards the sky.
All the mercenaries that were assigned outside the cargo ship watched the explosion. There was a strange and sharp pain stabbing their heart.
After that pain, came anger and grief at failing to protect the lives of their comrades and the vital resources that will greatly aid their allies in the future.
All the mercenaries of the Celestial Platoon roared as water trailed from their eyes.
The local planetary forces were shocked to see this.
Why are they crying? Aren't they just mercenaries? Why are they so angry?
These type of questions appeared in their heart, however none dare to ask.
Still, one thing was clear. The mercenaries of the Celestial Platoon was extremely patriotic towards their organization!
Because, after the cargo ship fell. All the remaining spacecraft of the Celestial Platoon immediately threw themselves towards the demon.
