Captain, your ship has exploded again.

Unlike Yuraine, who was prepared to sacrifice himself and whose emotions were tinged with sorrow, Marcus only had his original brain left, and his dopamine secretion was not excessive. Simply put, he was calm to the point of being cold-blooded at this moment.

While the light streamer charged at full speed toward the enemy ship's cannons to defend against the attack, Marcus deployed more large mechanical arms from his body.

Among the many technological civilizations that Zhang Xun scavenged, there was absolutely no technology for instantaneous braking in space. Whether it was a warship or a single-soldier armor, a certain deceleration distance was required. But now, in this desperate situation where every millisecond counts, slow, reverse-propulsion deceleration was no longer feasible.

As the robotic arm extends, the hypermorphic space folding technology increases Marcus's height to fifteen meters. It can be said that apart from the extended robotic arm, Marcus is essentially a robot mounted on an engine.

At this point, its speed had reached an astonishing 2,348 kilometers per second. If this speed were used to attack an enemy 150,000 kilometers away, it would take about 64 seconds. It would take 3,049.2 hours to catch up with Voyager 1 (254 billion kilometers) launched on September 5, 1977 from Earth.

However, this speed only takes 0.4 seconds to catch up with the battleship less than 1,000 kilometers away from the Death Star, which is only 0.2 seconds faster than the enemy's attack time of 0.6 seconds (as mentioned before), and this time is also needed to replenish Sun Hui's energy.

Marcus had no room to slow down; the two hundred nanoseconds of redundant time, even wasting a single nanosecond, would be a desecration of Yuri's life.

Marcus was propelled to Sun Hui's vicinity by the massive particle propulsion tail flame. Marcus did not immediately activate the retro-propulsion engine on his chest (space does not require aerodynamics). The massive propulsion engine on his back only stopped when he inserted one arm into the Leuman flagship armor.

This isn't a superhero universe. Even if Marcus's armor uses a special alloy in its core, the arm used for slowing down this time can't be made of that alloy.

The brittle fracture of rigid metal takes less than a millisecond, but the powerful braking force it generates can cause Marcus's speed to drop drastically.

Beneath Marcus's cold expression, all his computing power was focused on calculations. His mechanical arm swiftly pierced the armor below, the immense inertia causing tremendous damage. This destructive force was effective against the warship's armor below, and also against Marcus.

As the deceleration limbs disengaged, they also carried away a large amount of cushioning metal, causing Marcus's size to decrease rapidly, while the engine on its back had already detached during the second deceleration.

'The aircraft is 21%, 22%, and 31% damaged. Extensive external components have fractured due to fatigue and detached over a large area. Deploy the reverse thrust engines!'

The offline Tianwen auxiliary prompts kept ringing, but Marcus did not activate the reverse thrust engine. Instead, he lowered the warning threshold, reducing the original 15% integrity limit of the machine even further.

Just as he reached within a hundred meters of Sun Hui, Marcus activated the reverse thrust engine. Of course, the engine jets were not directed at Sun Hui, but at this moment, Marcus's body lost speed far beyond the planned speed. The reason for this fluctuation was that a boron-based life form had arrived on the warship.

Without the slightest hesitation, Marcus plunged his legs directly into the warship's armor. The special alloy legs caused his speed to drop rapidly, but they also nearly broke his upper body.

If the speed hadn't already been close to a safe range, it wouldn't have been something that could be solved by simply throwing in some artificial organs.

Marcus turned the reverse thrust engine up to its maximum, and the fiery red guide cone directly evaporated the liquid metal used to simulate skin on Marcus's face. However, he did not intend to waste computing power here.

He immediately pulled out two liquid energy tanks from his body and shouted, "Sun Hui, open your mouth!"

There is no medium for sound to travel in space, of course, but the gas escaping from the already shattered battleship still caused his shouts to vibrate slightly. These vibrations could not reach Sun Hui's ears, and as for communication, that was even more impossible, since all of Sun Hui's artificial equipment had been destroyed in the previous battle.

Marcus was gambling, gambling on Sun Hui's foodie nature, gambling that her biomagnetic field sensing could detect his intentions.

Two fragile robotic arms unscrewed the energy tank and stretched it forward as far as possible. Although this would cause some energy loss, it was better than not being able to feed it to the other party in time.

The newly released liquid energy caused Sun Hui, who was already a mummified corpse, to involuntarily sniffle. She subconsciously opened her mouth towards the source of the vibration, driven by a glutton's, or rather, humanity's most primal urge: to eat!

However, Sun Hui, a foodie, probably didn't expect that the 'food' delivered was packaged in a metal can.

The car accident happened in those ten nanoseconds. An adult human's mouth can open to a maximum of about four centimeters. Although some special individuals can open it to about seven centimeters, and those who have undergone surgery can open it even wider, for Sun Hui, who was nearing the end of her life, four centimeters was her limit at that moment.

The sound of teeth striking the metal can was very crisp. Sun Hui's extremely strong bones allowed her to win this contest, tearing the metal can opposite her into strips of metal. However, her dry mouth could only allow her to consume very little liquid energy.

However, even this small amount of liquid energy was enough to restore her to her basic state; Marcus's legs were no longer long enough to rub against each other.

Marcus didn't have time to look at Sun Hui, who was thrown back by the impact. He hurriedly stuffed the second can of energy liquid into Sun Hui's arms, then quickly turned around and used the engine in his chest to convert the recoil into thrust, rushing towards Yulein.

If you had to describe Marcus now, he'd probably be a broken-down teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll that brings sunshine to the earth), or more accurately, a hanged man.

Its legs were completely shortened, its arms were twisted in a strange way, and its body was covered with scattered metal parts and exposed wires, making it look exactly like a metal skeleton wrapped in cloth (Note: The prototype of the Teru Teru Bozu is a hanged ghost, which is not a lucky symbol. Ordinary people should not hang it).

"Hold on, Yulin!"

Marcus shouted into the communication, no longer daring to turn his head to look, because the light coming from it indicated that Yurain was likely doomed.

The entire energy infusion took 0.73 seconds, 30 nanometers longer than expected. If the time it took to get there is taken into account, Marcus doesn't think Yurin can last 0.2 seconds. After all, Mu's ability to withstand an antimatter cannon head-on is backed by a script.

Even if the Flowing Light Freedom has the strongest coating and the best Mandalorian Vibration Alloy for armor, these are all designs made for attacks from cruiser-class and below, and from warships of the same level of civilization. It's not that Zhao Wanyang can't make a vehicle to block battleships of the same level, but what's the point of turning a mech into a warship?

As Marcus flew backwards, he seemed to see the wreckage of the Flowing Light Freedom's cockpit in the midst of the collision. Even though the Flowing Light Freedom was taller than him (twenty meters tall in total), Marcus's fate was not much better than that of Yu Rhein.

He blindly unfurled all the equipment inside his body from the folded space, just to buy Sun Hui even a nanosecond more.

"Bye, my comrade-in-arms. Perhaps traveling together will prevent us from being alone on the road. However, the task of taking care of the little ones will have to be left to Zhang Xun and the others. But given his personality, he will spoil them more, so Natal will have to do the hard work."

The dazzling energy particle cluster gradually enveloped Marcus, making his shimmering energy shield and weak AT field appear pale and powerless within the particle cluster, which was hundreds of meters in diameter.

"Hey, Zhang Xun and you had a really exciting adventure, but it was a bit too exciting, and you lost your life again."

The alarm on Marcus's body was the last sound he could hear. Just as he was about to lose all his sight, a blurry figure appeared before him. However, the mechanical camera could no longer continue to work; its mission was over before it could be fully completed.

"Protect the egg!"

Sun Hui's roar vibrated the particle cluster, causing her voice to become severely distorted, but her anger did not diminish in the slightest.

Her entire body was covered in bony spikes, and her hands, covered in bone spurs, held a huge mass of antimatter.

The large eyes on the shoulders were gone; only withered slits indicated that something had once been there.

If you look closely, you can see a pure white semi-circular object protruding from Sun Hui's palm, which is holding antimatter. A massive amount of antimatter is contained within this white semi-circular object.

Sun Hui carefully pushed Marcus's last remaining 'flat sphere' toward Lloydman's bridge, where there was a hole. Whether the radiation emanating from it would kill the people inside was not something Sun Hui could consider at the moment.

Even the seemingly powerful Sun Hui was barely holding on at this moment. Two cans of energy liquid were only enough to push her to her limit. As for how long she could last, it depended on whether Zhang Xun could make it in time.

Loemann stared dumbfounded at everything before him. Dressed in a spacesuit, he could only stand there dumbfounded, witnessing the life-or-death race, nanosecond-level reactions, and series of breakthroughs that unfolded in those two seconds.

He was just an ordinary captain recruit, an unlucky captain who was penniless in order to keep the warship running.

This ability to travel thousands of kilometers per second and react in nanoseconds, and to make multiple responses, was something he could only slowly analyze and rely on the warship's system when he was still an ordinary person. Sometimes he really wished he were an Astartes, at least an armored soldier, so that he wouldn't dislocate his jaw in the event of an accident.

At this moment, Zhang Xun on the Death Star was panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the enemy fleet while also keeping a close eye on the Starkiller's charge level.

He hated himself for not being strong enough, and he was annoyed that Kerrigan's Zerg reinforcements were so late in arriving.

At this moment, all he wanted to do was tear all his enemies apart. His hands, gripping the edge of the control panel, glowed faintly, making the panel creak and twist.

Just as the Star Killer's energy level reached the threshold, Zhang Xun couldn't wait to press the launch button. He wanted those boron-based life forms to remember forever: if you don't have the courage to perish together with them, don't mess with humans!