The 3000-meter-long heavy battlecruiser, when viewed alone, is indeed menacing.
But compared to the mighty black storm washing over millions of kilometers, it's just like an ant that barely escaped from the dam.
"My Wind Chaser battleship, I've spent seven whole years on it, plundering eleven planets with the Expeditionary Corps to save up for it. Now the hull damage has even reached 45%!"
Inside the flat rhombus-shaped bridge, a slender Saint Luo man, 195 centimeters tall and wearing a black sensing helmet, clutches the console tightly, pain visible in his eyes.
Beside him stands a man 10 centimeters shorter but more burly, also gripping a handle to stabilize himself, hoarsely shouting, "Can't we escape first? The Black Storm is still pulling on the warship!"
