214: Chapter 215 Cricket Fighting

At this moment, the feed cuts back to the local surveillance of the fortress's underbelly.

Marshal Miller sees that those light-armored ships, specialized for speed and attacking the bottom of The Guardian, have used cover to successfully approach the blind spot at the fortress's base!

They are on the verge of crashing headlong into the docking bay.

However, to Marshal Miller's utter disbelief!

Just at the critical moment, the seemingly defenseless metal underbelly of The Guardian suddenly bursts open with dense rows of missile silo covers!

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Countless small, high-explosive tracking missiles, trailing long tails of flame, erupt wildly from the bottom!

These short-range missiles can't handle heavy-armored cruisers, but using them against these unarmored, speed-type mutant frigates is practically a dimensional strike!

The dozens of mutant frigates charging in front are instantly blown to smithereens, exploding into clouds of green blood mist in space.

A scene that makes one's scalp tingle unfolds!

After those light-armored ships are destroyed, they don't disintegrate completely in the explosion like ordinary spacecraft.

Instead, they are like disgusting spider eggs crushed by an external force!

From the depths of the shattered, charred flesh of those ships, tides of specialized warrior bugs, utilizing the force of the explosion, pour out frantically into the vacuum of space!

This is clearly a type of suicide biological troop transport pod disguised as a warship!

These bugs, covered in pressure-resistant cuticles and capable of surviving briefly in a vacuum, speed past the fortress's outer deflector shields and slam directly onto the armored surface of The Guardian's underbelly!

"Thud, thud, thud!" Because the number of close-in defense guns on the bottom of The Guardian is limited, there is a brief gap in the fire net.

Some bugs that were lucky enough to avoid the missiles, along with suicide bugs carrying strong acid, successfully break through the line of fire, latch onto the bottom armor of The Guardian, and launch suicide explosion attacks!

Bursts of fire erupt across the bottom of the massive pyramid.

Although the physical explosive power of these bugs is limited and cannot shake the fortress's thick armor or main keel, the strong acid they secrete begins to corrode pits into the armor plates.

More boarding bugs, following the pits, begin to swarm like ants, frantically pouring into the fortress's ventilation ducts and engine rooms!

At this moment, in the space on the left flank of the Alliance interception line, the flagship of Bear Ridge, golden armor, is hovering lazily in the vacuum of space.

Because this four-kilometer-long pure biological warship is currently the slowest of all player ships, the original guerrilla and kiting tactics have left the inflexible golden armor at the very rear of the entire formation.

However! Plans cannot keep up with changes.

With the supreme command from Lin Li to intercept the flanking swarm across the entire line, the entire player fleet instantly disperses.

Suddenly, because golden armor was already at the very rear of the formation, it doesn't even need to turn around much.

When the Zerg assault fleet that bypassed The Guardian charges over, this slow, big golden bug, by a stroke of coincidence, becomes the absolute vanguard facing the swarm interception!

"Hum, hum, hum!" Coincidentally, in the star sector directly in front of golden armor, a detachment consisting of eight Zerg frigates and two Zerg heavy cruisers charges straight towards them.

Those one to two-kilometer-long frigates look somewhat inadequate in front of the four-kilometer-long golden armor, like a pack of Chihuahuas meeting a large Tibetan Mastiff.

Only those two heavy cruisers of comparable size can barely go toe-to-toe with golden armor.

"Attention everyone! Fire!" Makabazi's voice booms in the legion channel.

In space, the pair of massive bony mandibles at the front of golden armor suddenly open wide to both sides.

A thick biological cannon barrel, covered in muscle fibers, slowly extends from between the mandibles.

Subsequently, the abdomen of golden armor suddenly contracts violently!

"Ptooey!" Accompanied by a powerful biological high pressure, golden armor spits out a mouthful of aged phlegm, just like an old man clearing his throat in the morning!

Ten consecutive green, high-temperature biological plasma cannonballs, each over a hundred meters in diameter and emitting blinding light, are sprayed out in one breath!

These ten balls of phlegm trace green trajectories in space, accurately slamming into the oncoming swarm formation.

Of the eight frigates charging in front, two fail to dodge in time and are hit head-on by these green plasma orbs!

The violent high temperature instantly melts their cuticles, burning a charred, through-and-through hole in their hulls.

The two frigates immediately lose their vital signs and turn into space junk.

After the first round of spitting, the massive body of golden armor begins to turn slowly.

The rows of cannon bay armor on its sides, carved with weeping human faces, flip open in unison.

Dense rows of slender biological cannon barrels extend, like rows of muskets firing in a volley.

Accompanied by the squeezing of muscles, sheets of high-temperature acid bombs are projected, covering the sky and earth, exploding into clouds of green corrosive toxic mist within the swarm's formation.

Facing the provocation from golden armor, the opposing Zerg destroyers and cruisers immediately begin a fierce counterattack.

Countless bio-plasmas and barbed bone spears rain down on golden armor's golden shell.

Although golden armor has no deflector shields installed and can only rely on its physical body to withstand the attacks, this thing's golden shell is simply too thick!

The composite bone plate armor, ten to twenty meters thick, takes several hits from biological main cannons, but apart from leaving a few shallow scorch marks on the surface, there is no substantial impact at all!

It doesn't even penetrate the inner dermis layer.

At this moment, inside the ship of golden armor.

In a biological chamber as wide as a huge plaza, the surrounding flesh walls emit faint fluorescent green biological lighting.

On the flat floor made of bone-like material, Bear Ridge players are sitting densely, waiting for orders.

Most of them are Beastman players with animal heads, snake feet, or scales, while nearly half are players with ordinary human appearances.

Everyone is wearing Power Armor, holding weapons, and eager for action.

At the very front of the plaza hangs a massive biological display screen pieced together from countless giant compound eye nerve cells.

This screen is broadcasting the space battle outside in real-time through the ship's external visual organs.

The legion commander, Makabazi, stands in front of the screen, clapping his giant cow hooves excitedly.

"Haha! This is awesome! This thing has fierce firepower and thick armor; standing still and outputting damage is just so damn satisfying!" Makabazi laughs.

However, "I, Lu Bu, a Loyal Minister of the Han", sitting to the side, cannot help but cover his eyes, complaining frantically with a look of disgust.

"No way! Niu-zi! You call this satisfying?"

Lu Bu points at the flickering compound eye screen above his head and curses, "What the hell kind of biological screen is this? The image quality is absolute trash!"

"I won't even mention those palm-sized mosaic pixels! The visual nerve transmission frame rate of this broken screen is too low! If I want to see the battle outside clearly, I have to blink to physically compensate for the frame rate! If I watch this for too long, I'm going to get glaucoma!"

Hearing Lu Bu's complaints, Makabazi turns his head and rolls his massive cow eyes.

"You don't know shit!"

Makabazi wears an expression that says you don't know quality when you see it.

"This is called Bio-punk! We want this primitive, rugged, slightly mosaic filter taste! How immersive is this!"

Lu Bu pouts and retorts mercilessly:

"Forget it! Pure biological technology is a trap! For the next warship, I don't care what you guys say, I will personally pay to install a nuclear power plant and a high-definition LCD screen in the ship's belly! Combining electrified machinery with a biological shell, that is the true path!"

Seeing that these two are about to start arguing in the preparation hall over the technology route, the rat-man player "Playing Valorant Is Too Noisy", who has been responsible for observing the battle, quickly jumps out and shouts to stop them:

"Brothers! Stop arguing! Look at the screen!"

The rat-man points to the mosaic image in front,

"Those two Zerg heavy cruisers are charging over while tanking our acid cannons! The distance is less than a few dozen kilometers! What should we do?!"

Upon hearing this, Makabazi immediately puts the argument behind him.

"What else can we say?!" Makabazi roars,

"Meet them head-on! Screw them! Let's just test how good the physical destructive power of the pair of mandibles on our ship's bow really is!"

With the legion commander's supreme order issued, in space, golden armor stops its slow turning, directly pivots its bow, and aims its most solid front at the nearest Zerg cruiser!

Coincidentally, the very front of the opposing Zerg cruiser also has an abyss-like maw filled with sharp teeth.

Without any deceleration, the two massive living warships of similar length, like two crazed bulls, accelerate wildly in the vacuum.

Thus, on this magnificent interstellar battlefield, a rare space cricket fight is staged!

"Boom!!!" Accompanied by a silent but violent gravitational shock, the two behemoths slam into each other head-on in space!

The powerful kinetic energy instantly turns the surrounding meteorite fragments into powder.

However, in the contest of biological armor hardness, golden armor, which has been crazily modified by players, clearly holds the absolute upper hand!

At the moment of impact, the pair of thick golden mandibles at the front of golden armor suddenly tighten and close inward!

"Snap!" The muffled sound of bone breaking conducts through the ship's hull.

golden armor's pair of invincible golden mandibles, like a giant hydraulic shear, directly pierce through the opposing cruiser's cephalothorax armor! It bites clean through the front half of that cruiser!

The abyss-like maw at the head of the Zerg cruiser hasn't even had time to close and bite.

Its entire lower jaw, along with its esophagus, is forcibly bitten to smithereens by golden armor's mandibles, spraying green acid and visceral fragments everywhere!

"Oh yeah!!!" In the preparation hall, Makabazi sees this brutal scene and is so excited he jumps on the spot!

"You see! I told you these big pincers would definitely work!"

Makabazi turns around and roars at all the players,

"Quick, quick, quick! Operations team! Immediately send a few tentacles over and absorb its biomass for me! This is all good stuff!"

"Lu Bu! You and Lion Dog, hurry and take the team to the drop pods!"

"Take half the brothers and go board the other approaching cruiser for me! We at Bear Ridge are really going to strike it rich today!"

"Got it! Brothers, charge with me!" Lu Bu laughs and leads thousands of players running towards the drop pods at the bottom.

In space, golden armor's pair of golden mandibles, like a pair of pliers, bite tightly onto the half-crippled cruiser and refuse to let go.

Not only that, it very unsportingly sprays several more mouthfuls of high-energy plasma phlegm into the opponent's belly along the wound, completely destroying its neural center.

Subsequently, golden armor's head extends a dozen or so thick biological tentacles, which dig deep into the interior of the opponent's damaged hull.

And on golden armor's broad bottom, heavy armor plates slide to the sides, revealing dense, honeycomb-like projection ports, just like a hornet's nest.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Accompanied by a series of dense biological air pressure ejection sounds, thousands of spherical biological projection pods, like arrows shot from a bowstring, are densely ejected from the bottom of golden armor!

They speed wildly towards the other Zerg cruiser that is preparing to flank from the side!

The shape of these biological projection pods is very similar to rocket boarding pods.

The front has a hard, spiral bone cone, specifically used for forced armor-piercing boarding in space battles.

Inside each projection pod sits a Bear Ridge player who has completed neural connection and is piloting a massive Flesh Mecha!

Lu Bu is currently lying in the lead projection pod.

The Flesh Mecha he is piloting is a terrifying bug that is over five meters tall and looks like a mutated crocodile walking upright.

Covered in thick black scales, its arms pop out two bone blades two meters long.

Its overall form, after he spent a lot of money on gene editing, has been completely specialized into a pure close-combat meat grinder born for slaughter!

"Ten seconds to impact!" The system prompt sounds in his mind.

"Boom!" A violent vibration comes.

The spiral bone cone at the front of the projection pod, without any obstruction, digs deep into the soft flesh of the Zerg cruiser's side!

The hatch explodes open!

"The painted halberd sweeps the battlefield, unparalleled for ages, the Marquis of Wen is here! Die, bugs!"

Lu Bu takes the lead.

Controlling that five-meter-tall crocodile mecha, wielding two huge bone blades, like a god of slaughter, he jumps directly into the cruiser's interior passage, which is filled with mucus and blood vessels!

Behind him, thousands of player Flesh Mechas with bizarre shapes—some with multiple tentacles, some carrying poisonous pustules—pour in like a tide!