From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 531 "Governor! That giant is still alive!!"

Not long after, the already tense atmosphere in the Death Star's command center became almost suffocating due to various events.

A glaring red alarm flashed on the projection screen, and battle damage reports continued to come in like snowflakes.

"Governor!" It was the same officer from before. He walked quickly to Wilhuff Tarkin's side and reported with undisguised fear in his voice:

"The 7th District in the lower hemisphere of the battle station has been completely captured! Districts 8 and 9 have also been invaded by the enemy!

Moreover, there is another giant coming towards us! That guy is much bigger than the giant that Lord Vida fought, and his height is at least more than five meters!

The stormtroopers and death soldiers along the way were unable to stop the enemy's pace. In other words, our personnel did not even have room to fight back before they were brutally killed by the enemy."

Wilhuff Tarkin, who was listening to the report, had a gloomy face. He stared at the projected battlefield situation map, and his fingers tapped unconsciously on the edge of the console.

The other officers in the command center also looked pale, with beads of cold sweat oozing from their foreheads.

After all, the devastating blow fired by the Death Star failed to destroy the enemy flagship, and this news was like a hammer that shattered their confidence and severely undermined their morale.

When the Death Star was first built, it was touted as an unrivaled super weapon, but it seemed so powerless in front of the enemy.

Then, the Sith apprentices, who they had placed high hopes on to fight against the Astartes, were slaughtered in just a few seconds.

What was even more frightening was that the deaths of those apprentices were extremely horrific—

Skinned and boned, it was completely destroyed in the blink of an eye, as if by some indescribable terrifying force.

A young officer who witnessed the death of the Sith apprentice through surveillance equipment immediately shouted "How is this possible?!" His voice was trembling, and his eyes and expression were full of disbelief.

The young officer could not understand why those Sith apprentices who were able to manipulate the Force were completely crushed in such a short time.

At this moment, Governor Tarkin glanced at everyone in the command center and spoke in a low and cold voice:

"Calm down! Now's not the time to panic!"

Although he himself was also very panicked, he was still able to maintain his outward composure, and his words were full of unquestionable authority, but even so, he was still unable to completely calm the fear in everyone's hearts.

In the holographic projection, the afterimage known as the "giant" was approaching the command center at an alarming speed.

Every step the opponent took caused the deck to tremble slightly, as if even the Death Star itself was trembling at the opponent's arrival.

Governor Tarkin frowned, staring at the screen, unable to capture the exact figure of the "Giant".

His mind was racing, thinking of all possible countermeasures.

If he fails to stop the enemy, not only will he and a group of senior imperial officers become prisoners of the enemy, but even the Death Star, which symbolizes the absolute military power of the empire, will fall into the hands of the enemy.

Such an ending is unacceptable both for him personally and for the entire Galactic Empire.

However, what confused and disturbed Tarkin the most was...

The Death Star was supposed to be an unrivaled super weapon, but the devastating blow of a single reactor was easily blocked by the enemy flagship? !

His thoughts couldn't help but return to the scene in the Holy City of Jedda.

With just one shot from the Death Star's main gun, the magnificent city was razed to the ground, and even the geological structure was completely changed, causing catastrophic consequences that destroyed the world.

Such power should be enough to destroy any enemy that dares to challenge the empire, but why does it appear so powerless in front of the enemy flagship now?

Could it be that the shield power of the enemy ship has become so strong?

Or, is the problem with the Death Star itself?

Could it be that this battle station, hailed as the "ultimate weapon," is not as invincible as they imagined?

Tarkin was filled with anxiety, his fingers still tapping the edge of the console unconsciously, as if trying to find the answer from the mechanical rhythm.

And once this thought came into his mind, it lingered in Tarkin's mind.

He glanced at the other officials in the command center and found that their faces were also full of confusion and fear.

However, Tarkin was more sober and more desperate than them.

He even began to doubt whether this battle would be the turning point for the Galactic Empire to go from prosperity to decline. If even the Death Star could not deter the enemy, what would be the future of the empire?

Of course, from Tarkin's perspective, he could only attribute the Blood Raven flagship's ability to withstand the Death Star's devastating blow to the Emperor-class battleship's extremely powerful defense system.

He could never have imagined that hidden inside the enemy's flagship was a Primarch who could "explode a star" with the power of psychic powers.

This existence beyond his cognition was the fundamental reason why the Galactic Empire suffered repeated setbacks in this battle.

However, Tarkin is an important official of the Empire who has experienced countless storms, and his ability to withstand pressure is far beyond that of ordinary people.

Although he was full of doubts and anxieties, he remained calm and rational.

At this moment, Tarkin turned his gaze to the holographic projection again and found that the naval battle that broke out in the Scarif space domain was still in a state of evenly matched strength.

Although the Galactic Empire's fleet failed to gain an overwhelming advantage through sheer numbers, it also did not show obvious signs of defeat.

As long as the approaching "giant", the Primarch Curze, can be eliminated, the outcome of this battle is still uncertain.

"There is still a chance." Tarkin murmured in a low voice, with a gleam of determination in his eyes.

He quickly turned around and looked at the officer beside him, and said in a low voice: "Mobilize all available troops and concentrate firepower to block the giant's advance route!

At the same time, lock onto the enemy flagship, and once you get the chance, fire your battle station at full power and destroy it with one shot!"

"Yes! Governor!"

The officers responded in unison, with a hint of determination in their responses.

They acted quickly, their fingers sliding rapidly across the holographic console, inputting commands one after another.

The atmosphere in the command center still maintained the proper order, with the sound of buttons clicking, the noise of communicators, and the shrieking of alarms resounding and spreading.

Their eyes were fixed on the screen in front of them, their attention was focused on their respective control consoles, but they did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

For them, as long as Governor Tarkin remains calm and does not lose his mind because of the urgency of the situation, they still have a chance of winning.

Tarkin's calmness and decisiveness were like a stabilizing force, temporarily calming everyone's minds.

What's more, although the Death Star is in chaos, the current naval battle situation is not entirely clear.

Their Galactic Empire's fleet is still engaged in fierce combat with the enemy in the Scarif space region, and the outcome of the battle is yet to be determined.

More importantly, the Empire's ships are continuously arriving from the surrounding star fields, continuously deploying troops to Scarif.

As long as they can eliminate the Astartes that are wreaking havoc inside the Death Star and the unidentified "giant" that is approaching the command center, they will have a chance to completely reverse the situation and lay the foundation for the final victory.

Of course, everyone was shocked and uneasy at the fact that the enemy flagship could withstand the devastating blow from the Death Star's single reactor.

That scene was like a thorn, deeply piercing everyone's heart, making it difficult for them to let go.

However, deep down in their hearts, they still hold on to a glimmer of hope.

Perhaps the enemy flagship just managed to survive an attack; perhaps the full power output of the Death Star was enough to completely destroy it.

After all, the true power of the Death Star has never been fully demonstrated in actual combat.

"As long as it is fully powered, the Death Star's main gun is enough to destroy any enemy"

An officer murmured softly, as if to cheer himself up.

He glanced at the screen in front of him and found that their fleet was gradually tightening the encirclement, while the enemy's offensive seemed to have slowed down.

This situation made him feel a little relieved, and his fingers moved more firmly on the console.

However, not everyone in the command center remained calm.

An officer in charge of dispatching the internal guard force of the Death Star gradually changed his facial expression from tension to horror, and finally completely "collapsed".

His eyes were fixed on the screen in front of him, and his whole body was shaking unconsciously, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

On the screen, real-time images showed that Koz, known as the "Giant", was breaking through lines of defense at an astonishing speed.

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No matter how many stormtroopers and death troopers there were, they could not stop him from moving forward.

Curze's afterimage was like a mountain moving at high speed. Wherever it passed, the empire's soldiers were easily crushed like straw.

The stormtroopers and death troopers tried to suppress Curze with intensive firepower, but their blasters seemed pale and powerless in front of Curze's power armor, and their attacks could not even break through Curze's energy shield.

Battle robots came from all directions, trying to use their numerical advantage to slow down Curze, while the defense mechanism inside the Death Star was fully activated, automatic turrets extended from the walls, and dense energy beams poured out like a rainstorm.

Even many light mecha units outflanked from the flanks, but these efforts seemed so insignificant in front of Koz, as if the firepower was just a "small fight."

"Damn it. What kind of monster is this guy?" The officer cursed in a low voice, with undisguised fear in his voice.

Even though there was a screen between them, the gaze of the "giant" seemed to penetrate the screen and strike directly into his soul, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably.

Then, the officer turned around abruptly, looked at Tarkin who was already sitting at the central command desk, and reported loudly:

"Governor! The defense array of Zone 12 has collapsed! That giant is too fast! It is estimated that in three minutes, he will break through the last line of defense and reach our command center!"

As soon as the words fell, the entire command center fell into silence again.

three minutes.

Only three minutes???

This number echoed in everyone's mind, and seemed to shatter their last bit of hope.

There were only three minutes left to decide their life or death.

What kind of person is Koze, who is called the "Giant"?

Is he really still a living being?

Or is he some kind of horrifying existence beyond human cognition?

There was also a flash of panic in Tarkin's expression that was difficult to conceal.

He obviously didn't expect that Koz's speed would be so fast.

Even the numerous defenses inside the Death Star can't hold the enemy back?

Then, Tarkin took a deep breath and quickly adjusted his mindset, because every second at this moment was crucial and there could be no hesitation.

"Initiate partition's self-destruct sequence."

Tarkin's voice was low and cold, as if he was sentencing someone to death. His eyes swept across everyone in the command center without a trace of fluctuation.

"But Governor, we still have soldiers in the area where the giant is!"

An officer couldn't help but exclaim, obviously unable to accept such an order.

"This is an order!" Tarkin's voice suddenly rose:

"For the victory of the Empire, any sacrifice is worth it! If the Death Star falls, the entire Galactic Empire will be doomed! Don't you understand?!"

Some officers who were concerned about their subordinates looked at each other, but finally carried out the order quickly.

A few seconds later, the self-destruct sequence of the area where Curze was located was activated.

On the monitoring screen, the visible shock wave of the explosion swept across the entire area like a giant beast. Blazing flames shot up into the sky. Thick smoke and dust quickly filled various tunnels and areas. The metal structure twisted and deformed under the high temperature, making a harsh tearing sound.

Boom.Boom!

The spontaneous impact even reached the command center, causing the ground to shake violently and the lights on the ceiling to flicker.

Immediately afterwards, the monitoring screen fell into darkness due to equipment damage and signal disconnection, with only the harsh sound of electricity echoing in the air.

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In the command center, most officers breathed a sigh of relief after confirming from the monitoring screens that the area where Koz was located had been completely destroyed by the explosion.

A look of relief appeared on their faces, as if a huge rock pressing on their hearts had finally been removed.

For those who are only thinking about how to protect themselves, as long as the terrible "giant" is destroyed, their lives, status, power and wealth can be preserved.

As for the soldiers who died?

It's just a string of cold numbers.

However, not everyone can feel so at ease.

A few officers stood aside, their faces solemn and their eyes filled with complex emotions.

They shook their heads and sighed, feeling an indescribable sadness in their hearts.

Sacrificing tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of his subordinates' lives in exchange for the survival of himself and those filthy colleagues.

Such decisions are severely impacting the moral bottom line they uphold.

In the hearts of these officers, loyalty to the Galactic Empire is gradually collapsing.

They began to question whether this empire, which they had once been proud of, was really worth everything they had given it.

The emperor's "religious" and "totalitarian" rule made them feel increasingly frightened.

This cold-blooded decision at the expense of others is like a sharp blade, bit by bit cutting through the faith in their hearts.

However, before these senior officers could vent and express their emotions, they were interrupted by a shrill report:

"Governor! That giant is still alive!!"