The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Although they had been very cautious and tried to conceal the track of the Echo of the Curse, they were finally caught by the enemy when they escaped from the subspace and jumped into the physical universe on the edge of the Nei galaxy.

The Aidalings possess incredible concealment skills, allowing their small warships to avoid all scanning devices and carry deadly "cargo" into the dark cabin of the Echo of the Curse...

That's right, the unlucky curse echo was jumped to help again.

What's more deadly was that within half an hour after the enemy jumped into the gang, the captain, Talos, once again fell into a coma because of his prevision.

In this preview, he saw a burning sword, a soaring gray eagle, and a metal face that he instinctively hated—stubborn, hypocritical, like most he had seen. The empire is the same.

In the end, when he woke up, the first thing he saw was Macarion's iron coffin, and the rumbling voice of the other party went straight through his sore head.

"I heard the blaster fire."

Soon, Talos also heard the explosion of bullets.

The sound is right under his feet, the drumbeat that can't be mistaken—heavy, trembling blaster guns fire each other, the unique sound when the bullet shell falls, and the familiar dissonance when metal penetrates the armor.

The Prophet struggled to stand up, stroked the side of his helmet with one hand, forcibly regaining his vision.

He stared around, people shouting everywhere on the bridge.

The situation looks bad.

"You were in a coma for 34 minutes this time, Master."

Talos' slave Setimus said, he was still wearing that ragged flight jacket, with a pistol hanging from his hip.

"Tell me everything."

The Prophet ordered, and Setimus had already begun to hand him weapons one by one-this mortal needs to carry one with both hands each time.

"I know very little. All the fierce claws have been sent everywhere. We have been jumped by the enemy. I don’t know if our shields have failed, but the enemy warships have not opened fire because of their people. Lord Lyon, he wants to stabilize the bridge for defense."

"Who helped us?"

"Spirit Race, I know these. Didn't you dream of them?"

"I don't remember what I met in my dream. All I can remember is pain... Stay here."

Talos stood up, then paused, and said softly:

"Thank you for looking after me."

"My loyalty will not change, my lord."

The prophet lowered the podium, and the servant and servo skull looked at him blankly, expecting that he could give them orders.

"Talos?"

Suddenly, the helmet's communicator sounded a message from a soldier.

"Is that Talos talking?"

The other said suddenly.

"retreat!"

It was Lukovus talking, Talos could tell by the deep but harsh voice.

"Withdraw to Hall Two!"

"Stick to your ground!"

Cyrion? Yes... Cyrion, the audio made him difficult to recognize, but Talos still heard it.

"Hold your ground, you scavengers! You will leave us without support!"

From then on, only short-handed voices remained in the audio network.

"This is Cheyenne Kurus of the Second Claw! Someone is injured, we need support!"

"Where is the hapless pharmacist!?"

"The fourth fierce claw calls the first fierce claw, we need Valer now!"

"Retreat from Hall Three! Repeat, we leave Hall."

"Who is laughing?"

"Talos? Is that you?"

The Prophet sighed in his throat and made him feel better.

"I wake up, now, the first fierce claw, report the situation! The other fierce claws, report the situation later."

But he did not receive any answer, the audio system has been torn into raging winds by the firing of the explosive gun.

When Talos left the gate of the bridge, his fist without a weapon still convulsed with pain.

Later, after tracking the sound of the explosive gun firing to find the closest sound source, he realized that he was at the end of the 500-meter-long winding corridor.

Then when he appeared in the middle of the gun battle with his weak limbs, a shrapnel hit him in the head.

This made him blind for a while, and the shrapnel hit his helmet crookedly. Although it did not penetrate, it was strong enough to cause bad stimulation of the current, which lasted for a few seconds.

Soon, his vision was cleared by a burst of static electricity, and it returned to a red interface and flashing runes.

He looked down and found that the "bullet" was actually a translucent crystal flake. If he remembered it correctly, it was probably called a star dart.

"Squat down."

A voice warned him, and Talos looked up and found that Markushen was standing above him, his hands shaking with the recoil when the heavy explosion bounced.

Under Markushen's control, the muzzle of the heavy explosive projectile was hardly shaken, but every time the ejected shell splashed into Markushen's dark breastplate, sparks would explode.

"These long-legged fuckers!"

Usas was also hiding behind the bunker, but he seemed slurred when speaking, his bulging throat seemed sickly wet, and beside him was Cyrion who was shooting continuously.

"Where is Valle?"

Talos asked:

"Valle is guarding the tunnel behind."

Cyrion is reloading again.

"These poor bugs sneak into the boat without knowing it, and they are everywhere. We don't even know where they invaded."

At this time, Ma Ku Shen took two steps back when a burst of star darts hit his shoulder armor, and the power armor dropped a lot of ceramic steel particles.

"Spirit Race!"

He roared and fired again!

"Jump to help half an hour ago!"

"We may not have chosen a good location for leaving the subspace before drifting into the Nathan Galaxy."

Cyrion also said angrily.

"Although I doubt it, they already knew where we were going, they left the subspace beacons in advance, and followed us slyly, these alien bitches!"

"Very cunning."

Makushen also complained.

"Of course you can blame your navigator."

Uthas also spoke, when the wall next to his head was suddenly blown into a pile of sharp fragments by something.

"She should have sensed the signs of those stubborn wild dogs remaining in the subspace."

Talos slammed back into the bunker when changing bombs.

"She may feel something, but she doesn't know what it is. The skills of the Spirit Race are not something she can fight against."

He stretched his head and glanced at the end of the corridor, but it was empty and there was nothing, the star dart bullet appeared out of thin air.

"We have to retreat, the corridor is not conducive to defense."

Talos finally decided to give up here, but Cyrion immediately poured cold water on him.

"From here we can't retreat. We are the only defensive force in the entire circle. If they step on the bridge, we will lose the ship. The void shield has been overloaded by some means, Di Trian is rushing to repair the main engine with oil and blood all over ~www.ltnovel.com~ and we can't run."

There was no way for Makuchen to stay up high anymore. He had a large star dart stuck on his body, and he could only slide behind the underground bunker, and whispered:

"The birds of prey guard the southern aisle, and the enemy now seems to be sticking behind us."

Uthas stuck his head out to shoot at this moment, but his movements were slightly stiff, and a single molecule swept across his neck suddenly, carrying a puff of blood.

The blood splattered Ma Ku Shen immediately, and he cursed and took a few steps away.

"Damn it, it does look dangerous here!"

The Prophet immediately dragged Uthas back, and the opponent's blood was sprayed on the wall, forming a dazzling graffiti.

Although he knew it was dangerous, Talos wanted to see what made Uthas like this. He poked out his head carefully, his helmet's tactical sight gleaming and finally caught the enemy's trail.

In other words, the other party does not bother to hide.