The Emperor’s Angel of Death

The last soldiers of the tenth and eleventh companies gathered in the war room of Echo of the Curse.

For seven full hours, none of them moved, all staying around the prophets and war philosophers.

Occasionally, other fighters in Fierce Claws will speak, adding their words to Talos' memories.

Finally, Talos let out a long sigh of relief.

"Then you woke up."

Fearless made a rubbing sound deep inside it, similar to the sound of a tank sliding gear.

Talos wants to know if this is equivalent

Yu muttered, or cursed, or just cleared the noise when there was no throat to speak.

"You did very well."

Talos almost flinched when he heard this sudden statement.

"I see--"

Talos opened his mouth, purely trying to say something, anything.

"You seem surprised, do you think I will give birth?"

Talos was keenly aware that the others were watching him.

"For the better, I want to kill you, and for the worse, I want to wake you up. Anyway, I didn't expect you to be angry."

Macarion is the only person in the room who is really standing motionless. Although the others are still there, they will be there from time to time.

Change posture, or tilt your head, or talk softly between strong claws.

In the eyes of others, Macarion was almost immortal in his silence, never breathing, never moving.

"No, I should really kill the damned technical priest!"

He roared, and Cyrion giggled at the other end of the room, persuading Macarion not to destroy Dieterion because of the traumatic and painful resurrection ceremony. It took the brothers a long time.

For Talos, Dieterian has been humiliated by the failure of his resurrection ceremony-albeit in a subtle and unfeeling way.

"but……"

Talos didn't know how to finish speaking.

"Without a commander, you have managed to keep us alive for so long, Talos, recycling the Echo of the Curse is also a great decision. The only thing that surprised me was the appearance of the Spirit Race."

Macarion fell into a brief silence, as if he was remembering something.

"According to me, their traps are meaningless, and the only way to avoid it is to continue to survive on the edge, do nothing, and have no effect on the galaxy."

"I can't escape this trap. Fan Zhuode is dead. I don't have such excellent commanding skills."

"No, you have done much more than Van Drode, even if you are not on the battlefield... Don't be ashamed of fighting with your mind instead of your claws. You have planted the seeds of legend, and the night has fallen. A hundred worlds, some will stay in silence for a few months. Some will disappear in years of subspace storms, some will never hear from again, but there is no doubt that the empire will find them taken away by the punishment released. Life."

Talos smiled, trying to get the topic away from him.

"You said the empire would know what happened here? I'm not sure, but the spirit race at least already knows. Their reaction is so fast. Their wizard must have foreseen the future and saw something in the wave of prophecy. , I want to fight him, but my foresight ability is not as strong as the opponent, it can always be one step faster than me."

After listening, the Dreadnought Mecha moved for the first time, turning its waist axis, overlooking the gathered Midnight Lords.

"Does this bother you?"

Several people nodded and replied:

"Yes, company commander."

"I know what you are thinking now."

The night lords looked at their company commander. He was in that heavy body, like a towering monument, commemorating a life dedicated to service.

"You don't want to die. The Spirit Race drove us into the last battle. You are afraid of the call to the grave. You just want to run away, just want to live another day, just want to save your life at all costs."

Lukovus, with Weeping Eyes, hissed before speaking.

"You make us sound timid."

Macarion turned to the Raptor, his armor joints rubbing.

"You have changed, the captain of the eleventh company."

"Time will change everything, Macarion."

The Raptor's head suddenly tilted to one side, and the servo system of Power Armor let out a whine.

"We were the first people to climb the wall during Tyra's siege. Before we became the Eye of Weeping Blood, we were all the blades of the 11th company. We are not cowards, the tenth company commander."

"You have forgotten the Legion’s admonition. Death is nothing compared to self-defense."

The bird of prey then made a harsh hoarse sound, equivalent to a big laugh.

"Nevertheless, death is still the ending I would rather avoid. We have received this training.

Commanded, and I don’t plan to accept it again in my lifetime. "

Fearless responded with a rumbling roar.

"If you are not taught twice, you will not learn your lesson! Stop complaining now,

Before we worry that everything is over, we will face these alien scum. "

"It's great that you are back, company commander."

Cyrion said suddenly.

"Then don't giggle like a baby."

Fearless answer.

"Talos, what's your plan? It's better to be grand, brother, I don't want to die a third time in any disgraceful thing."

Several Legionnaires gathered together gave out cold laughter.

"This is no joke!"

Macarion growled.

"Company commander, we didn't treat it as a joke."

After Markushen said,

The Prophet activated the tactical hologram.

Dense asteroids are scattered in the space above the projection table, and a beating rune in the center of the galaxy cluster shows the echo of the curse.

"We are safe now, in an asteroid group northwest of the Storm Star Field."

Macarion made another noise like grinding his teeth.

"Why are we in the Storm Star Field? If you want to return to the Great Eye, you don't need to pass by here."

Lukovus made a gesture to Hologram, a symbol of gang contempt.

"We didn't understand either, but the Prophet was very determined to change our course, so we plunged into the arms of those alien bitches, as if we had entered a brothel full of mutant freaks."

Cyrion cleared his throat.

"Prophet, can you tell us this time?"

Under everyone's gaze, Talos hesitated for a moment before whispering:

"There is a voice, a voice that appeared in the preview, which is very familiar, but I can't remember who it is. He summoned me to the Storm Star Territory... I believe in the preview, and I believe there is a way out here. The Spirit Race can predict When we get to our place, that will certainly not allow us to easily return to the Eye of Greatness."

"Ha, another preview."

Lukovus screamed, but was immediately interrupted by Macarion's roar.

"Enough, shut up first!"

Then he turned to Talos.

"You have worked hard, soul hunter."

"How many times do I have to drag you out of the grave and tell you not to call me like that again?"

"Besides this, what do you see or hear."

Soon Talos entered another set of coordinates, the hologram shrank, the zoom showed a planet itself, and many other flashing runes showed more surrounding worlds.

"This is the Nathan galaxy, very close to us. The voice told me the name of this galaxy."

"Where is the territory of the empire?"

"Yes, strictly speaking, we are now in the hinterland of the empire, and we may be discovered by the empire at any time, and then besieged by heavy troops-the information we captured on the long-range communication channel shows that ~www.ltnovel.com~ at least five pseudo The emperor’s lackeys are active in neighboring galaxies."

As soon as he said this, there was a sound of inhalation around him.

"This will be really exciting."

Cyrion murmured.

"So you plan to let us smash into the belly of the empire and have a good time?"

"Company commander, it's not easy. The enemy fleet is gathering on the outskirts of the battlefield. They are preventing us from entering the galaxy. Now they seem content to wait, but that's it... The lasso is tightened every time we try to run forward. They all drove us back. They knew that we had no choice but to fight, and we had nowhere to go."

"not necessarily."

Macarion suddenly made a subtle voice.

"That person... Since he called you here, then it means that we have not gone to a dead end."

Macarion said loudly:

"Let's make a leap, give everything to Subspace."