The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Scanning results! Spirit Race battleship!"

"Leave the subspace!"

Under the full force of the engine, the cruiser slid back to reality from the space-time tunnel, broke free from a void wound and returned to the material universe, the smoky crazy tide still tightly attached to its hull.

As they crossed the sea of ​​souls, there was a storm of colors, sounds, and screams.

Cyrion has to admit that although this kind of travel is full of violence and trauma, it is at least familiar.

The warships of the spirit race are playing their own games nearby.

They neither showed a trajectory attached to eternal energy, nor did they appear on the scene as an evil explosion in a chaotic structure.

For a moment, the crew on the Cursed Echo saw only the stars.

The ships of the spirit race shone, and more shadows loomed in the other shadows, sliding towards the echo of the curse.

Cyrion knew almost nothing about the metaphysics of spiritual travel in the void, and he had no intention to care.

He has heard of the word netway, this kind of weird interstellar wandering, but this concept is meaningless to him.

In the past few meetings between the Legion and the Spirit Race, there were few good results. His aversion to them even exceeded his aversion to most of his brothers. This was a very strong hatred.

He saw the battleship approaching the eyeball screen, as if the space itself sucked them into the air, and immediately acted instinctively.

As Cyrion, the first thing he did was to curse loudly and emotionally.

Then the second thing he did was to order all personnel to return to their fighting positions.

In the end, the third thing he did was to swear again, a long river of curses, even the original body may blink.

But this didn't work very well. The warships of the Spirit Race raised their unique solar sails and moved forward in a huge arc, never going straight.

Each of them reverses and turns in the void with an impressive dramatic arc, which is almost impossible for most human warships, and when Cyrion saw the spirit warships so elegant When dancing to the ground, I immediately felt a jerky taste on his tongue-even his acidic salivary glands responded instinctively to his disgust.

Because human technology-even with the pollution of the chaotic gods, can't imitate the alien dive.

It is difficult to reconcile what his senses see with the laws of physics deep in space.

"where are you."

He said loudly to a crew member.

"Yes, you, get ready for an urgent subspace flight."

"Understood, my lord, we have heard Master Talos' order before."

"well."

Cyrion nodded and ignored the man.

"Activate the Void Shield and hit all missiles... if you want."

In fact, what accident he had to the Spirit Race, everything was the anger before the daily battle.

He sat on the commanding throne, the throne of Talos, and stared at the eye monitor with vigilant eyes.

"Shall we fight, sir?"

Asked an officer in the uniform of a weapon operator.

"This is a good idea. In terms of tonnage, our boat is much larger than all of them together, but they are likely to be forwards, and they may be followed by big guys... So now let's stop now and concentrate on preparing. When the navigator decides to use her abilities, he can enter the subspace."

Suddenly, on the eye monitor, a distant image was distinguished behind the first two images.

This is a huge creature much bigger than its surrounding counterparts, with huge horn wings, bones and gleaming scales all over, and it is louder than the echo of the curse.

Its glass-like sail shimmeredly reflected the light of distant stars, and its speed continued to increase.

"Another Spirit Clan battleship enters the remote scanning thread."

The master of bird divination shouted:

"It's the battleship level!!!"

"Now, what did I just say, the previous one was just the lead."

Cyrion sighed:

"How long can they catch up to us?"

The humpbacked master of ornithology shook his head.

"It's hard to say, my lord, based on conventional thrust guesses, it will be 30 minutes later, but if the spirit race keeps dancing in the void like this, I'm afraid it may shorten the time to 10 minutes, or maybe 20 minutes."

Cyrion leaned back in his chair and put his boots on the armrest of the throne.

"Well then, dear and loyal folks, at least before we die, we still have a short time to enjoy each other's company. Isn't it very pleasant?"

As the bridge was busy, Talos had already crossed the bulkhead in a blur of blue ceramsite and a roar of armor joints.

The navigator Ottavia's attendants fled in front of him, like a mouse escaping from a cat being pursued.

Even her maid flinched.

"My lord?"

Talos didn't even bother to answer.

Ottavia had regained consciousness and was awakened by the emergency alarm. She jumped into her seat, and then Talos stopped with a bang, her boots slamming heavily on the deck, enough to shake her throne.

She looked tired and almost dizzy. Although she had slept for several hours and ate customized nutrition according to her physique, the murder and torture he forced her to commit a few days ago is still on her face. A dark shadow appeared, just like the point where she flew a long distance to the edge of the empire.

Tired dark circles caught her eyes, and her wet skin looked greasy in the dim light of the room.

She looked up at Talos, her head swaying on the sore neck muscles-which indicated that she still had a migraine.

"Spirits?"

Ottavia tilted his head and asked confusedly.

"Did I hear it wrong?"

"Leap."

Talos said bluntly:

"Now do ~www.ltnovel.com~ what?"

"Hear me out!"

Finally, he lost patience and roared.

"The spirit race is here! They can feel the psychic screams of the echo of the curse, or worse, their wizards have predicted our location in advance, and there is a high probability that there is a fleet waiting ahead, more Will come, Ottavia, leap now, otherwise we will all die."

Stunned by Talos' roar, Ottavia swallowed and reached for the first connecting thread of the throne chain.

Weakness made her hands tremble, but her voice was firm and clear.

"Where? Where should we go? The Eye of Fear?"

"Anywhere except here or there, Ottavia! You are the decision maker now! Help us find a place to hide as soon as possible."

"Let me see where we are now... We are on the edge of the storm star field. We can't go to the Eye of Fear in a short time, so we can only move on."