[Warning, the navigation speed has reached the critical end point, the power source is about to run out, and the best solution is now activated: the jump coordinates are being located for you. ]
In the cockpit, the warning red light flashed urgently, making the broken metal inner wall shine with blurry light and color.
[Failed to find the jump coordinates. After testing, it was found that there was interference from a strong prism force field. The fuselage was damaged by more than 35%, 35.6%, 36%...]
“… Shut up,” the young man in the driver’s seat moved his pale lips. The material on his chest was completely soaked in blood. He could only support his head with the full-coverage neck design of his black combat uniform. “Find the weak point of the force field and prepare to break through!”
His left arm had fallen limply at his side, shaking uncontrollably with the turbulence of the fuselage. Only his bloodstained right hand was still firmly pressed on the processing core of the cockpit, with veins bulging and muscles tense, ready to attack at any time.
[Breaking through the force field will consume 60% of the ship's current energy reserves. The recoil of the energy turret will further damage the integrity of the ship. Are you sure you want to do this? ]
"… Confirm!" There was another violent turbulence. The young man gritted his teeth in the overflowing blood and roared, "Find the breakthrough point!"
[After the energy turret is fired, the spacecraft will have a probability of disintegrating over 85%. The lifeboat has been activated. Please be ready, pilot.]
The universe was dark, the vacuum was cold and boundless. Dozens of Storm-class cruisers, like a pack of ferocious wolves, chased a small, agile, commercial-grade, simple spacecraft, and launched an almost crazy firepower network to suppress it.
If the object being pursued was really just a commercial spaceship, then at this moment, it should have been quietly broken into pieces, turning into a pile of scattered and disordered cosmic garbage. But that small spaceship, like a swift and agile swift, swiftly shuttled between the frenzied hailstones and moved forward and backward freely. The low-power engine of the commercial spaceship not only did not hinder the driver, but instead became the best platform for him to show off his micro-manipulation skills.
A fire dodging demonstration that was almost textbook-like, any great mentor of an interstellar academic tower would surely rack his brains to recruit such a talent; any captain of a fleet would also have to say all the good things to persuade him to stay or leave, emptying the fleet's treasure house to keep his legs and heart from leaving.
pity.
The commander of the pursuers sneered, and his regret was mixed with a kind of pleasure of adding insult to injury, as if the mediocre and evil people were actually happy about the fall of a genius.
Then, he angrily pulled down the communication system and shouted: "Why haven't you arrested the traitor yet?! His arm is broken, can't you do anything to him?"
The subordinates' anxious excuses came from the communication system: "Commander, the traitor is desperate and is planning to break through the prism field. He will be killed by his own spaceship soon!"
"Idiot! The Crown Prince's order is to capture him alive as much as possible!" The commander was furious. "Stop him!"
But it was too late. Amid the violent vibration, the small spaceship suddenly emitted a blue-white energy radiation, flashed quickly against the pressure of the force field, and was pushed to the other side of the barrier.
After delivering this astonishing blow, it did not fall apart. A faint, dark jump wormhole opened up underneath the shabby spaceship.