From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 533 Fear and Worry

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Koz's psychic perception was like an invisible tentacle, quickly "piercing" into the hearts of everyone present.

Fear, despair, anger, regret, and even a hint of "determination".

All sorts of emotions immediately flooded his mind.

His eyes swept across every face, as if he could see through their eyes and peek into the secrets buried in their souls.

He saw the arrogance and greed of these officials and their ugly behavior of using any means necessary to gain power and status.

However, he also saw some bottom line and morality remaining deep in the hearts of some officials.

The conscience buried deep in the soul flickers like a faint light in the endless darkness.

Koz frowned slightly. It seemed that not all the guys here were unforgivable.

At least, there are still a small number of people who are worthy of being absorbed into the main universe empire.

Their abilities and experiences may play an important role in future governance.

Although deep down in his heart, Curze longed to use the most cruel and extreme methods to bring absolute fear and deterrence to the Galactic Empire, he also understood that sometimes enough is enough.

After all, the main universe empire needs enough officials to manage the newly acquired troops and territories.

These officers who are worth recruiting can be used in a greater way.

He once again swept his eyes over the people in the command center, and said in a low, intimidating voice: "Your hearts are more interesting than I thought."

The words fell——

Puff——Sizzle——!!

The command center was instantly filled with the sounds of human bodies being violently pulled and torn apart, like a horrifying melody from hell.

Koz's figure could not be locked at all, or it was so fast that no one present could react to what was happening.

The Primarch moved through the crowd, and every time he swung his power claws, blood and flesh flew everywhere.

In the blink of an eye, the metal floor was covered with chunks of flesh, minced meat, blood, and corpses that did not resemble humans.

Ninety percent of the officers were slaughtered unilaterally by Koz. Their bodies were as fragile as paper under Koz's strength. Their limbs and arms were scattered everywhere and blood gushed out.

Those officials who were once high and mighty are now like the lower-class people who were ravaged and oppressed by them. They are easily crushed and have no power to fight back.

The remaining 10% of the officers, including the officer who mustered up the courage to fire at Koz, now completely collapsed to the ground.

They could not understand what the Primarch's intentions were.

Was this killing just for fun?

But why leave them behind?

But Koz didn't explain to them, nor was he too lazy to explain.

To him, the value of these people is nothing more than serving the main universe empire and improving the efficiency of integrated warfare.

He turned on the communication channel and said in a deep voice: "You can come and take over the Death Star completely."

After saying that, Koz closed his helmet and stood motionless in the command center, his figure like a cold statue.

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The surviving officers looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Their hearts were filled with fear and doubt, but they also understood that there must be no unusual movements at this moment.

The existence of Koze is like a sword hanging over their heads, which may fall at any time and completely destroy them.

Just like that, the entire command center was frozen in deathly silence for several minutes, and the strong smell of blood and various fishy smells made the fear even more oppressive and even "materialized."

The eyes of the surviving officers were all focused on the cold figure of Koz, and they dared not make any loud breathing sounds, for fear that the giant would suddenly attack them again.

Ta Ta Ta -!

However, the dead silence in the command center was broken by a burst of hurried footsteps.

The investigation team led by Leon, David and Lucy quickly entered the command center through the triangular "△" gap cut by Koz.

Lucy went straight to Tarkin's exclusive console without any hesitation.

Her prosthetic arm quickly connected to the core control system, her fingertips slid rapidly across the keyboard, her eyes flashed a faint light again, her expression still focused and calm, as if the blood and chaos around her had nothing to do with her.

"Access completed."

Lucy's voice was calm and concise, as if she was announcing a very ordinary task.

However, this sentence means that the ultimate weapon of the Galactic Empire, the Death Star, which it had spent countless efforts, energy and resources, and even incurred huge debts to build, has now been successfully hacked into by a "small" investigator and all permissions have been seized.

The surviving officers in the command center stared at the scene in amazement, with an indescribable complex emotion surging in their hearts.

No matter how confused they were, they knew that at this moment, the fate of the Galactic Empire had completely changed, and they were just a speck of dust in this grand war.

At the same time, the fierce battle in the Scarif space domain continued in silence.

Boom. Boom——! !

Whoosh—whoosh—!!

The flames of the explosion and the energy beams intertwined in the dark universe, creating a "colorful" death firework.

With every explosion, the wreckage of warships and fighter planes flew everywhere, and metal fragments floated in the void like countless cold stars.

Then, the debris was gradually "pulled" toward the surface by Scarif's gravity, turning into fleeting meteors, breaking through the atmosphere, and finally turning into ashes in the scorching heat.

The wreckage of countless warships floated in low-Earth orbit, some were still exploding, while others had completely gone silent.

The fragments of the fighter plane collided with the broken armor plates, making a silent metal friction.

There were even quite a few corpses floating in the void. Their bodies seemed particularly stiff in the state of weightlessness. Occasionally, they would collide with high-speed fighter planes and turn into powder in an instant.

Although the Blood Ravens fleet is less than one-tenth the size of the Galactic Empire, their combat power far exceeds that of their opponents.

The firepower of the Blood Ravens was accurate and deadly, and every salvo was accompanied by the destruction of Imperial warships.

The maneuverability and tactical coordination of the fighter planes made it difficult for the Imperial Fleet to cope with them.

Of course, the Blood Crows also suffered considerable losses.

A large number of unmanned fighter jets lost contact, and even a number of Phantom fighter jets and White-legged Hawks were destroyed, and several frigates and cruisers suffered varying degrees of "injuries".

But compared with the Galactic Empire, there was almost no loss.

The Galactic Empire's fleet was defeated under the fierce attack of the Blood Ravens, their formation was completely disrupted, and their morale fell to the bottom.

Even the advantage in numbers cannot make up for the huge gap in tactics and combat power.

After all, the crushing electronic jamming launched by the Blood Raven fleet almost paralyzed the Galactic Empire's communications and fire control systems.

The Imperial Fleet was simply unable to launch precision strikes, and often had to rely on traditional visual ranging to barely carry out an effective fire strike.

This backward tactic seemed so clumsy and powerless under the suppression of the Blood Crow Fleet.

Although the firepower of the Galactic Empire's warships was fierce, they frequently missed their targets because they were unable to accurately lock onto their targets. They were like a group of blind "Cyclops" waving sticks around in the dark.

To make matters worse for the Galactic Empire, the Blood Raven Fleet was constantly carrying out boarding operations against the Empire's main warships, the Star Destroyers.

The Blood Crow warriors shuttled through the battlefield like ghosts, using assault boats to forcibly land on enemy ships.

Their tactics were precise and deadly, and every boarding trip resulted in the fall of a Star Destroyer.

As more and more Star Destroyers were captured by the Blood Ravens, the Galactic Empire's defeat became increasingly obvious.

In addition, the fall of the Death Star also plunged the Galactic Empire's fleet into complete chaos.

Without the unified command of the highest level of command, the fleet was left fighting on its own.

Under the fierce attack of the Blood Crow Fleet, many captains chose to protect themselves first, and immediately ordered their ships to enter hyperspace to escape from the Scarif space region which had become an endless vortex.

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Although their retreat saved their lives, it also completely destroyed the last bit of cohesion of the Galactic Empire fleet.

However, the Galactic Empire fleet, which still had a lot of information that had not been updated, was still carrying out Wilhuff Tarkin's orders before his death and rushed to Scarif for support.

After these fleets arrived at the battlefield, they found that the situation had completely gotten out of control.

Their arrival not only failed to reverse the situation, but made the already chaotic situation even more "chaotic".

For the Blood Crow Fleet, this chaotic situation is what they most like to see.

The more enemies they have, the more merit and glory they can gain.

Every enemy ship destroyed, every Star Destroyer captured, brings them one step closer to victory.

Their offensive was still fierce, like a sharp knife, piercing the heart of the Galactic Empire fleet.

On the battlefield of Scarif Space Domain, the Blood Raven's "flag" flew high in the flames, announcing that victory in this battle was at hand.

The fleet of the Galactic Empire gradually collapsed in this silent massacre, like a group of lambs to be slaughtered, waiting for their final fate.

Swish—shua—!

At this moment, in the space at least 300,000 kilometers away from Scarif, a series of flashes of light suddenly appeared, ending the hyperspace voyage.

Three squadrons of X-wing fighters from the Rebel Alliance's Yavin 4 base jumped out of hyperspace and arrived in this war-torn space.

However, the scene before them shocked the pilots of these X-wing fighters.

Although they were the elite in the Rebel Alliance, in reality, they mostly participated in small-scale guerrilla warfare and had never experienced such a large-scale head-on confrontation.

The Rebel Alliance's tactics have always been "fight for a while and run away". Lacking heavy and super-heavy warships, they are simply unable to engage in a head-on confrontation with the Galactic Empire.

If all military forces were deployed to one battlefield, even if the Rebel Alliance won, it would be severely damaged and completely withdraw from the stage of fighting for hegemony.

However, the Galactic Empire can continue to maintain its rule almost "harmlessly".

At this moment, the pilots' eyes swept across the battlefield, and an indescribable complex emotion surged in their hearts.

What they saw was that the Galactic Empire, with its absolute size, resources, and military strength, was actually being suppressed by a "small to medium-sized" fleet? !

What shocked the pilots even more was that the legendary ultimate weapon, the Death Star, was now quietly suspended within Scarif's gravitational range.

Its surface was covered with scars and cracks, like a fortress about to be conquered.

Could it be that the force that came into contact with Cassian and called itself the "Empire of Man" actually possessed such powerful strength?

They were able to defeat the many with the few...

You can still suppress the attack!

This scene completely refreshed the perception of all pilots.

They originally thought that the Human Empire was just a force with a tough attitude and slightly stronger individual soldiers, but they did not expect that the opponent's combat power was so "incredible".

The Blood Raven Fleet, with far fewer troops than the Galactic Empire, not only successfully suppressed its opponent, but also seemed to have taken control of the ultimate weapon, the Death Star.

This overwhelming advantage did not make the pilots feel happy, but instead filled them with fear and worry.

Their mission on this trip was, first, to assist in the fight against the Galactic Empire, and second, to obtain more intelligence about the Human Empire.

After all, the Rebel Alliance knew very little about the Empire of Man.

But the current battle situation made them realize that the strength of the human empire was far more terrifying than they had imagined.

If the Galactic Empire is overthrown, will the Milky Way fall under the rule of another absolute hegemony?

In this regard, the pilots of the Rebel Alliance had no other choice but to temporarily suppress their doubts and focus on the support strike mission at hand.

One of the majors took a deep breath, opened the communication channel, and tried to establish contact with the Blood Crow Fleet:

"This is the Rebel Alliance! We are about to join the battlefield and request an identification mark."

"Boohoo."

A burst of harsh noise first came from the communication channel.

However, the noise soon disappeared, replaced by a deep, metallic reply:

"This is the flagship of the Blood Raven Company, the Omniscient Arcanum. Identification of friend or foe has been completed. Friends of the Rebel Alliance, please focus on attacking the enemy's TIE fighters and avoid direct fire with enemy ships to avoid triggering friendly fire.

Finally, welcome everyone, over."

After that, the communication was temporarily cut off.

The pilots did not pay much attention to the other party's tone and attitude. They quickly adjusted their tactics and targeted the enemy's TIE fighter group.

The X-wing fighter's engine emitted a low hum, which was transmitted into each cabin through vibration.

The X-fighter's wings spread out, and it quickly joined the battle like a group of falcons.

Whoosh—whoosh——!!

High-powered blast beams gushed out, instantly eliminating numerous unprepared TIE fighters of various types.

Although the number of fighter planes in the three squadrons had almost no decisive impact on the entire war, it was a heavy blow to the morale of the Galactic Empire.

In particular, the electronic interference of the Blood Crow Fleet caused them to lose communication with the outside world once they entered the Scarif space domain. When the soldiers of the Galactic Empire saw the enemy support arriving, they felt more and more like pawns abandoned by the top leaders.

As the war continued and casualties continued to grow, more and more ships began to flee and withdraw, until Scarif completely became the territory of the Human Empire.