It was surrounded by all kinds of glamorous halos. The trajectories and the floating turrets seemed to constitute a special ecological system. It was not just a 'planetary' warship but more like a living galaxy that was absorbing the materials of the universe and expanding nonstop!
However …
Before Theresa had the time to be awed by the beauty and magnificence of the 'galactic warship', she saw something that was following them far behind.
It was almost the most horrible scene in the universe. It was an indescribable nightmare, the embodiment of the apocalypse that could destroy everything!
At first glance, it looked like a meteor shower. It was vast and mighty, surging and roaring as it rushed towards them.
However, as the scanning system of the starship was enhanced and sent back clearer images and more abundant data, Theresa was gradually able to see the details of the meteor shower clearly. On the countless meteors the size of small planets, countless ugly tentacles were growing out of the interconnected cracks. Those tentacles were entangled with each other and weaved the countless meteors into an overwhelming net that almost swallowed the entire universe.
This huge net that seemed to have a life of its own was pouncing toward their fleet from all directions.
As the giant net was shrinking and wriggling, circles of ugly halos were popping up on the surface of the meteors, turning into the faces of countless intelligent lives that were beaming with weird smiles as they threatened or tempted the fugitive fleet of the Primeval Civilization.
Although sound could not be transmitted in the vacuum of space, Theresa could still hear their soul-stirring laughter and howls.
It was really strange. This disgusting scene and ear-piercing sound should have made her feel extremely disgusted, but her mind actually swayed, giving birth to a kind of thought, "When will this kind of escape end? Why don't we stop and end everything as soon as possible?"
The head was like a black viper that tied her up tightly, making it difficult for her to breathe. Her hands were cold, and her nerve connection to the starship was almost cut off.
In the meantime, another voice that was as cold as ice echoed in the deepest part of her head. There were only two words.
"Flood."
Greatly alarmed, Theresa was back to herself immediately.
If her guess was correct, it was the true face of the Flood. At least, it was the true face of a tiny wave in the Flood that swallowed all worlds.
The floating turrets hundreds of thousands of kilometers away from the starships opened fire one after another. Colorful pillars of light darted at the enemy. However, the destructive rays that were enough to vaporize entire asteroids were as lackluster and flickering as candles in the wind in the boundless dark stardust. Even if they hit the Flood, they could not cause any damage to the enemy at all. Instead, they infuriated the Flood, making the rain of living meteoroids wriggle and fly even faster.
"It's too far away."
Theresa's instincts as a gunner and fire control officer gradually awakened. She thought to herself, "At such a long distance, and the enemy seems to be some kind of collective life form without any obvious weakness or core. This level of bombardment can't possibly hurt the enemy at all."
The commander of the exile fleet of the Primitive Civilization should have known that. Why did he waste energy and ammunition for no reason?
Theresa quickly understood why the commander had no choice but to fire from a distance.
The Flood drew closer and closer, and the firepower of the fleet grew fiercer and fiercer. The rays of light were finally condensed into sharp scalpels that tore the Flood into thousands of pieces without a sound.
However, new tentacles grew out of every piece. Hundreds of tentacles waved backward at the same time, causing ripples to appear in the stable three-dimensional space. Those pieces of the Flood were like octopuses in the deep sea. Their speed was increased to the maximum instantly, and they were even faster than the starships that were moving at full speed!
The Flood had mastered a certain ability of super short-distance space jump.
The so-called waving of the tentacles was not wandering in the vacuum but "leapfrogging" in the vacuum, moving close bit by bit in the blink of an eye.
In order to completely destroy the Flood, it had to be torn apart into the most fundamental units that could not be torn apart anymore. Then, all the materials would be obliterated by the barrage of thousands of cannons.
It was a mission that was almost impossible to accomplish.
It was also the test that Theresa was going to face.
A lot of information flowed into Theresa's head. She was given the permission to operate the almost a hundred floating cannons at twelve o 'clock. She had to establish a solid defense line to resist or at least stall the pieces of the Flood that were lunging at her for an hour so that the exile fleet would have more time to perform an emergency space jump.
Hum! Hum! Hum!
Hum! Hum! Hum! Every floating cannon became an extension of her mind and her limbs. She could clearly sense that the reaction cores of the floating cannons were shivering at a high speed. The beautiful rays formed mottled and broken colors on the black canvas, only to be smashed into a mess by the pieces of the Flood that crashed in.
Under Theresa's fast calculation and precise manipulation, tremendous pieces of the Flood were hit and torn apart by her.
However, the pieces of the Flood after they were torn apart still boasted the abilities of wriggling and attacking because they were smaller in size and more agile and faster.
Finally, half an hour after the two parties were in contact, some pieces of the Flood broke through Theresa's defense line and lunged at her floating cannons.
The two parties were very close to each other. Theresa was finally able to see the real appearance of the pieces of the Flood clearly.
They were the garbage that would not appear even in the most terrible nightmares. Rocks, metals, and flesh were a mess. Nothing that could be called a life should have been born inside, but they were cramping, wriggling, and breathing slightly in the cold universe.
Through the shell that seemed to be made of the debris of starships, Theresa even saw an organ that looked like an eye, in which a vicious smile was hidden.
Then, tentacles made of flesh, fibers, and crystal cables extended out of the depths of the pieces of the Flood and stabbed into the floating cannons brutally. After a series of electric noises, they completely swallowed the floating cannons.
The picture of the floating cannons turned black and red.
In the picture of the floating cannons around, it could be clearly seen that the floating cannons were enshrouded in the pieces of the Flood and turned into enormous cocoons. The cocoons soon cracked, and a brand-new, most hideous floating cannons that were mixed with flesh, rust, and all kinds of mucus quickly solidified were born.
However, the newborn floating cannons were no longer under the control of Theresa or any member of the Primeval Tribe.
They turned into part of the Flood and changed their direction, opening fire at the floating cannons around.
Theresa's net of fire was immediately torn apart. She had to divert part of her computational ability to deal with the contaminated floating cannons. Taking advantage of the opportunity, more and more pieces of the Flood crawled in and corrupted the defense layer of the fugitive fleet like bacteria and viruses. A few of them even managed to pass through and approached the body of the rhomboid warship.
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