The Emperor’s Angel of Death

When the first fierce claw rushed out of the corridor, only rows of meditators were seen, the monitoring station, the omen array and the engineering terminal were surrounded by a cloud of fire and smoke.

Debris and broken materials flew out under the influence of a rift in the atmosphere, and new alarms sounded throughout the bridge, competing with the screams generated by the leak.

Under the action of the early warning mechanism, the heavy explosion-proof wall began to close, and the broken ceiling debris blocked the crack while the bridge atmosphere was stable.

Iron shards and crystal shards fell like rain, the metal groaned slowly, and the corpses of crew members were everywhere on the ground.

"Brothers, attack and retake the bridge."

When Talos' roar sounded, the spirit race was already prepared.

Although there are only a dozen of them, they are all wearing long robes, covered with ornaments of stones and strange runes, which means that these alien creatures are psionicists.

They react quickly, psychic tricks surround them, making them move at a speed that seems to blur the edges of reality.

Blast guns fired in response to their assaults, and the roar of the star warriors echoed in the ruins of the bridge.

But none of them hit.

Talos looked away from looking at his brothers, because a wizard was already holding a long and elegant sword at him.

This wizard he remembered was the one in the corridor that beat him to the ground. It was obvious that he did not leave the curse echo.

Talos tried to resist, but his speed was too slow.

The War Witch Sword pierced Talos' breastplate, almost slitting his chest.

The prophet swung his powered sword and fought back with its powerful and crackling blade.

But it was not able to approach and hit.

The War Witch was no longer where he had been before, and slid to the right of Talos with unnatural grace, and another of its kind came in front of the Prophet, with the blade screaming toward his throat.

Once again, the preview inherited from the original body saved Talos' life. He saw the enemy's attack in advance and deflected the blow with his weapon.

He tried to rush into the alien guards and grab their robes, but it seemed to move smoothly in his hands.

In several accelerated heartbeats, Talos realized that he was surrounded.

The momentary pause was just enough for Talos to breathe a sigh of relief.

Then they attacked--

The blade attacked like a rain at a speed that his eyes could not keep up. He felt one blade cut to his right shoulder armor, the other to his left leg guard, and the third to his left thigh.

His power armour screamed and sparked, almost overwhelmed by the merciless attack.

Talos roared and waved, but the sword touched nothing.

Alien leaped and rushed around him with grace that he couldn't match.

Eventually, one of the alien weapons was stained with blood.

A spear pierced Talos' left leg guard from behind, stabbing flesh and bones.

The Prophet knelt on one knee with a puff.

The stimulant pumped overcame the pain, and the wound quickly became numb, even though he felt blood dripping into his boots.

He stopped.

There was a short pause before the Alien Collection launched its final blow.

The opportunity is fleeting.

Talos seized this opportunity.

"come!"

With a loud roar, Talos lifted the power sword off the ground.

A war witch had already leaped on his bare head, and the blade turned into a silver phantom.

But while doing so, it finally allowed itself too close.

The vision of the spirit race failed.

The power sword hit before he dodged, and the energy was released and echoed in the control center.

The alien disintegrated easily, his robe began to burn, and his body was shaken into a mass of flesh.

Talos injected all his power into the swing of the power sword, causing it to smash to one side in an arc of 360 degrees, smashing the other six blades facing him.

The spirit race retreated and returned to a circle around him, and the remains fell on the twisted deck.

Talos stood with gritted teeth, holding the sword in both hands.

At this time, an action outside the encirclement attracted his attention.

An alien is working on the Cursed Echo Cannon console.

Runes made of strange, smooth materials have been inserted into the main thinker node of the launch port and data, which is undoubtedly used to override the aiming system of Cursed Echo.

The long fingers of the spirits are working on the rune table, which is mainly used to control the laser array on the side of the battleship.

"Face me, witch!"

Talos roared, and then a silhouette left the encircling circle around Macarion.

Her armor and robes are embroidered with more patterns than the surrounding aliens, and her helmet is engraved with intricate rune imprints.

The Spirit Race War Witch brandished a moaning psionic sword, and the blade was eager for blood.

The red eyeglasses on the tall helmet of the War Witch stared at Talos' eyes, and then a contemptuous voice floated into his ears.

"Fallen monkey."

Even if the helmet's visual shielding is activated, these words can still enter Talos' mind.

"Your presence will only put us in deep danger."

"Get out of my head, alien scum!"

Talos spit at the opponent, and the war witches who surrounded him immediately raised their swords together.

The air quivered due to the repressed psychic energy.

"Senseless resistance only incurs pain."

She raised her hand, stretched the first and third fingers and pointed at him.

Talos suddenly burst into pain in his skull, and he staggered forward.

She was in his mind and he could feel her.

Her mind struggles with himself, an alien invasion, trying to conquer and crush his consciousness, and the essence of his existence.

She was digging into the darkness in his memory.

Talos saw the dull Nastrom-his hometown, the home world of the Eighth Army.

He saw it burning.

He saw nuclear flames engulfing it, burning up cities, oceans, and eating all life.

In the end, only barren rocks and ashes are left, and everything is only due to the original body's orders.

He took another step forward.

The wound on the back of the calf had solidified, but it still throbbed.

He gritted his teeth and tried to concentrate, trying to stop the Spirit Witch in his mind.

He saw Charles, his old friend and fighting brother.

He saw Charles fall to the ground, helpless and defeated.

He saw how Ruben changed, how filth corrupted his pale skin, and aroused a subspace pollution color in his eyes.

Talos saw that the bullet that executed Ruben ~www.ltnovel.com~ shattered his skull.

Fired from his own explosive pistol.

Gritting his teeth, he took another step.

Uthas tried to save Talos, and he was already hit hard, holding a battle axe and rushing towards the spirit wizard.

"Blood Sacrifice——"

However, several spirit wizards around him exerted their strength at the same time, and lightning flashed out of the air like a giant python, easily penetrated Uthas' power armor, and hit his body half a second later.

Uthas let out a sharp roar, and fell to the ground sluggishly, until his flesh was scorched, and there was still an excessive amount of lightning passing through his armor.

Talos couldn't see this scene.

He closed his eyes tightly, his whole body tense and shaking.

In his mind, he saw another destruction, Sargulasa, torn apart by cyclone torpedoes.

Once again, the destruction of a world passed through his hands.