Legacy of the Void Fleet-Chapter 286: ch

He doubted that even if the full might of his race were present, they wouldn’t be crushed just as completely as what he was witnessing now.

His eyes had long since turned red. At first glance, one might think it was his rage—rage at seeing his people slaughtered, rage that drove him into a berserk state.

That wasn’t entirely wrong. But the truth was a bit more twisted then this.

The rage in his eyes had already faded. Even though he had entered Berserk State Level Two, the overwhelming display of power before him had transformed that rage into fear. And that fear brought clarity.

Not because he controlled the state. But because fear had overridden the madness. He didn’t realize any of this.

He was shaking to his core as manic laughter burst from his throat. "Hahaha... so you were playing with us all along... hahaha! What will you do now, Helren? What will you do?"

His laughter grew louder, more unhinged. "Knowing you... you’re already trying to escape. But can you escape this? Can you?! Hahaha! I’ll see you in hell!"

His gaze burned as he looked toward the enemy. "And you... lowly race. You won’t meet a good end either. You’ll die a fate far worse than mine—when the galaxy realizes you are a threat as well."

He laughed again, voice cracking. "That is... if you survive the might of five Tier One powers. Hahahaha..."

The crew members present on the command bridge didn’t know what to do when they saw the state their admiral was in.

Even those who realized something was wrong couldn’t bring themselves to care.

They weren’t mad themselves, but their condition wasn’t much better. The sight before them screamed that death was close—inevitable. If nothing changed, they would die. And judging by the state of their fleet, which worsened with every passing second, they all knew nothing would change.

And even if something did change... it wouldn’t be for the better.

Many wore bitter expressions—at least those whose minds were still functioning. Others remained frozen in shock and fear, barely able to think at all.

And in that state, they all missed something. Something they never should have.

"Oh... whether we survive the so-called might of those five Tier One powers you spoke of is not something you should concern yourself with, little bull." The voice was calm but Cold. "You should worry more about your own fate—and the fate of the crew present on this ship."

A thunderous boom followed. The massive armored doors leading into the command bridge were blown apart by tremendous force, sending fragments flying and flooding the area with thick smoke. For a moment, Thorax, Joran, and the other Minotaurs couldn’t see anything at all.

But one thing was clear.

Whoever it was, they didn’t belong to there race. For theri voice. The accent in there voice. And even the choice of words were quite clear in hinting them whoes it belonged to.

A single realization crossed the minds of Thorax, Joran, and the few still thinking clearly. The enemy has boarded the ship.

And from the way they had entered... They hadn’t arrived just now. They’d been here for a while. This is bad, Joran and the others thought.

Thorax growled instead. "Who the hell are you?" he roared. "And how dare you enter my ship—my command bridge. Show yourself this instant, or you will regret ever coming here." His voice was thunderous, dominant.

It surprised the others of his race, but they dismissed it as madness speaking. None of them realized that Thorax, in his current state, was actually stronger than most of them. His Berserk State—Level Two—was being forcefully controlled.

And because of that, his power had temporarily crossed several thresholds, pushing him close to Level Six of the World-Building Realm.

That power fed his confidence. And that confidence has already been suppressed by the madness of his mind that keeps whispering in his mind and replaced it with a single thought:

If I can’t escape... then I can at least take these enemies down with me. Or so he believed.

Then footsteps echoed through the smoke. One. Then two. Then three. And more.

Through the thick haze, dozens of figures emerged, clad head to toe in dark combat suits. Some carried unfamiliar weapons—cold, sleek, humming with restrained power. The Minotaurs thought they resembled plasma weapons, but something about them felt... different.

Beacuse they were far Deadlier then noram cold wepons made up of plasma tech.

As evolvers themselves, the Minotaurs could sense it. The fear of Death that came out of those weapons. Many instinctively backed away.

The figure walking at the front stepped forward with confident strides. Was none other then Beta group squad leader Lieutenant Zena.

Her boots echoed against the hard floor of the command bridge as she stopped roughly fifty to eighty meters from the command seat. She looked directly at the Minotaur admiral.

"You appear quite confident, Minotaur Admiral," she said calmly. "Though I have no idea where that confidence comes from after witnessing the slaughter before your eyes." A faint smile touched her lips. "No matter. It will be crushed again soon enough."

She glanced briefly at the bridge crew. "But first, let’s clear out those sneaky little thinkers of yours. They seem to believe they’re being clever." Her gaze truned cold as she continue. " Well they’re clearly not."

"Take them down, people."

Screams erupted. "AHH—!" "NO—!"

In an instant, nearly fifty Minotaurs were killed outright. These were the ones working at the command panels when Zena and her team revealed themselves. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

More cries followed soon as well.

Marines—who had already infiltrated the command bridge using phased equipment—emerged from concealed positions. The moment the order was given, they moved with terrifying efficiency, eliminating targets with absolute precision.

Only then did the question finally surface in the minds of the surviving Minotaurs.

How did they even enter the command bridge? There had been patrols outside. And they made no sound at all...

Right?