The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 361: Soul preview

An explosion interrupted the loyal star warrior, mixed with distant screams.

"This is Talos who cursed the Echo Battleship. I will not say witty words, only tell the truth. Your attack has failed, and your action to escape our revenge has also failed. When we speak, we are watching you die in ours. On the ornithology projection, if you have any last words, tell them now for future generations, and we will remember them, because we are the Eighth Legion, and our memories will last forever."

"Dirty, hateful traitor!"

The communicator crackled.

"He sounds so angry."

Cyrion joked, and Talos glared at him speechlessly, calming him down.

"Talos?"

The company commander's voice rang again.

"Yes, Aeneas."

"May you be cursed and deceived in eternal hell."

Talos nodded, even though his opponent didn't want to see this gesture.

"I believe I will, but you came before me, so now

Go and die, company commander, mourn your wasted life. "

"I am not afraid of sacrifice. The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the empire! In the name of Kiliman! Courage and glory--"

The link was broken, and in the projection, the rune symbols of the enemy ship disappeared in the cruel asteroid storm.

"The cloak of royal power is lost with all souls."

The female correspondent said.

"Take us closer to the wreckage area and wipe out everything that is left with weapons."

"Yes, my lord."

Talos rose from the throne, tired and anguished.

"Our entire conversation was broadcast on the ship. I hope that the still alive Genesis warband **** can hear that their company commander is dead, and be ashamed of the news that their warship was burned.

Be discouraged. "

Later, Talos walked to the edge of the strategy room and carried Shire's body on his shoulders.

"I want to mourn my brother, and only call me when I need it urgently."

All the troublesome affairs receded, and Talos was meditating alone, sitting in the silence of the First-Claw Weapon Room.

After brutal fighting in recent weeks, he now desires peace.

Van Drow died, and the Blood Alliance was also destroyed. The Broken Eagle now only has a few lonely and scarred ghosts, and a dozen of them are hard to call Astarte's Weeping Blood. Eye raptor.

At this time, although he was reluctant to admit it, Talos was very eager to have Charles by his side.

The Charles was there when Talos first killed: a shopkeeper who sold human flesh was killed by a boy on the dark night of Nostum.

When the underworld war swept the city, he and him depended on each other, always swearing, always the first to shoot, the last to ask questions, always confident and never regretting.

The Shire is the most true blade of the first fierce claw, and it is also the strength that forms their backbone in battle.

It is because of him that other fierce claws are always reluctant to confront them.

When Charles was alive, Talos never worried that the first fierce claw would lose-a battle.

Although they have never liked each other, brotherhood does not require friendship, only loyalty.

When they stood back to back, the entire galaxy was burning-always brothers, never able to be friends, and walked together to the end on the road of traitors.

But this-no one is listening now.

"If there is **** in this world—"

Talos muttered to himself in pain, holding his head:

"You are heading there now, and I believe I will see you there soon, brother."

The echo of the curse is still drifting peacefully, waiting for the navigator to resume his adventure and fly back to the Great Eye again.

In the current situation, even a short flight may kill Ottavia, let alone a voyage that lasts for months or years through most of the Milky Way.

Talos knew too well that he had never experienced a real subspace storm.

The eye is an unwelcome refuge, even for experienced wizards.

An untested navigator, especially an exhausted navigator, is a burden he does not want to test before he has no other options.

When he closes his eyes, he can still see the spirit race.

Their lithe figures danced in the swaying afterimages, and the shadows turned to the shadows---for a while, silent for a while, silver for a while, and screaming for a while.

Spirit Race, he no longer needs to fall asleep to see them.

Although he got the inspiration he wanted, did it also accelerate his degeneration, like a certain kind of cancer treatment that did nothing but exacerbate the black spread of the tumor??

A few weeks ago, he argued with Valler in the pharmacy, but the truth was cruel-he didn't need to read the ornithology, nor did he need a biorhythm scan to know he was festering.

These dreams are enough evidence.

Since Shire's death, they have become worse-more serious and less reliable.

But even so this is controllable, at least for a period of time.

The dreams of the spirit race are different, because they are not just dreams, he no longer needs to fall asleep to feel them.

The howl of the crazy alien and the blade of the blade became as real as the walls around him-as real, as the voice of his brother-as real.

What bothered him most was why he could still see them?

Since Hell Iris, when the dream came for the first time, he has not been ashamed of his reluctance to return to the Eye of Fear.

But now, the prediction seems to be in vain.

Charles couldn't die twice, and he had never felt so relieved for his mistakes.

Deciding how much to tell others is not easy.

Tell too much, and they won't follow him.

If there is too little, they will yank the chains and resist his guidance.

"Talos."

Suddenly, a shadow said from the edge of his sight.

The voice is somewhat familiar.

Instinct forces him to look to the left.

But nothing.

There is no picture, no sound.

When he exhaled, he heard the collision of the blade and the ceramsite, which was vague as memory. It might have come from somewhere near the ship; it might be in his mind.

"Talos."

Another voice whispered, and something passed his vision.

He glanced at it and saw it disappeared.

But he vaguely recognized that it was a bat wing helmet.

"Talos."

He lowered his head and breathed slowly, enjoying the pulsation of blood vessels in his brain abnormally, and the pain reminded him to be awake.

Some kind of foretelling, the energy from his inheritance of the original body is also the reason why he can lead the war gang so far.

But he didn't like the feeling of tearing his skull to pieces.

"Talos, Nathan Four."

He dropped his head, his painful head ~www.ltnovel.com~What's there? "

"Talos, the Nathan Galaxy..."

"Tell me what's there!"