The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Talos realized that his nose was bleeding.

He staggered one more step, focusing on the pain that almost split his skull in half.

The power armor's automatic alarm sounded.

He saw Van Drode, his former chief, the brother he had looked up to, under the influence of the terrifying chaos.

So many brothers died in battle.

He is also dying.

He can't continue.

Talos finally stopped moving and froze in place.

But the enemy opposite him was not better there. When the Prophet approached, her own body began to stiff, trembling, and her fingers were like claws.

Suddenly, Talos saw a back in his blurred vision, a faint blue back, with blood-colored bat wings towering on both sides of his head, and a huge halberd on his shoulders.

So familiar--

A scream suddenly exploded.

This is a scream from primitive horror, torn from the throat of War Witch Ada.

The dream of nightmare disintegrated immediately.

Suddenly, Talos' thoughts became clear.

The pain caused by the psychological warfare disappeared, dissolved in high emotions.

War Witch knelt down-the unconstrained psychic energy bounced back and tore her apart.

Around her, the other spirit races seemed stunned and motionless.

At this time, a low rumble echoed from the entrance of the destroyed bridge, accompanied by shouts and thumping combat boots.

Valer rammed in, and the soldiers of the Third Lie Claw, they managed to open the blast door of the bridge.

They flooded into the room like a flood and raised their guns. Now is their chance, before these aliens regroup.

"Fire!"

The screams of the alien dying resounded through the control center.

While her kind was knocked down, War Witch tried hard to stand up. .

Talos strode towards her. The blood in his nose had already condensed. Before the alien could protect himself, he hit her with a explosive bullet, and broke through her black armor and exploded savagely from the back with a crack. Out.

She fell to the ground like a discarded puppet, the sword fell on the next deck, and the wailing of the sword stopped.

Behind her, the spirit tribe who paralyzed the Echo Cannon console of the Curse also fell, full of gun holes.

The artillery console was also broken in the range, and the alien equipment inserted into the Thinker was also shattered.

When Talos walked to the War Witch, she was still alive, reluctantly.

"This is your death, alien."

"I will return my soul to Usvi's embrace, and you will mourn in the gluttonous mouth of the evil god."

"Don't worry, I will crush your soul stones, all."

Talos said coldly and raised his power sword.

"For centuries, I have been enduring the hallucinations of your clan, and I won't have them again."

The Prophet was about to swing down his weapon, but at the same moment, his automatic sensor made a sound.

The vital signs of the spirit race disappeared.

Talos slowly put down his sword, he was not in the mood to blaspheme the corpse now.

When all the invaders were eliminated, the bridge was flooded with noisy and organized chaos as usual.

The surviving officers and entourage shouted back and forth, running between their positions.

The remaining people of the first fierce claw walked to the east side door and checked their weapons. Mortals were scattered in front of them, and all respects were ignored.

Only Talos hovered in front of his command seat. He checked Uthas and made sure that the former comrade-in-arms had returned to the embrace of the deity he believed in—he couldn’t say that this was good for Uthas. Still bad.

But the first fierce claw lost another fighter, which is full of regrets anyway.

"Why don't we engage enemy ships?"

Talos turned to the eyeball screen and looked at the scarlet screen, the enemy warships surrounding them with grueling patience.

"All of our teams are currently engaged in anti-landing operations and cannot jump to help."

Cyrion replied.

"Are you crazy? I'm not going to help."

The prophet said indifferently:

"I want them to burn."

"They swayed out of our range, and slid open after the jump cabin was dropped, and the weapon system also—"

Talos looked at his brothers, and then the crew, as if the group had been fooled.

"Then catch up with them."

When everyone was a little confused, Cyrion cleared his throat.

"You think so, really?"

The Prophet shook his head, not denying doubts.

"Is my words so difficult to understand?"

"We don't have this ability."

Cyrion looked at the enemy ship in the distance.

"Cursed Echo can't do it, you know this very well, we are lucky to survive."

"I don't think so much, I want revenge."

"but……"

Cyrion slowly closed his mouth as Talos stared at him, expressionless.

"They have to die."

The hydraulic system opened the east gate, and Valer limped in. His biochemical prosthetic feet and knees were locked to release sparks, and blood washed on the human skin cloak draped on his armor, and the original pirate on his shoulder The heavy fist was now a vague trace, but the winged skeleton of the Legion on the other shoulder armor stood proudly in blood.

"The Fifth Claw has cleared the main deck."

The pharmacist reports.

"Aliens are still bleeding us, but the situation has improved."

Talos said nothing.

"Usas?"

Valer also noticed the corpse on the ground.

"died."

Talos didn't look at the body. He sat on his command seat and mumbled his pain. The battle potion prevented the worst.

"Try to take away his genetic seeds later."

"I should recycle it immediately."

"Wait again, this is an order."

He looked up at his brothers in the group.

"The other fierce claws need Valer, go to the Meditation Hall, and protect Dietrian at all costs. Once the weapon system is restored, I will notify all the teams to withdraw to you."

boom--------!

There was a loud noise and the hull began to tremble, and Talos immediately roared:

"Scan! Is the enemy ship attacking?"

There was chaos on the bridge, but fortunately the scanning array was not damaged. After a while, the officers got a terrible news.

"My lord! It's the defensive orbit of planet Nathan-6! The defensive orbit is firing at us!"

Talos realized that ~www.ltnovel.com~ they jumped into the physical universe so close to the planet.

This is a huge trap. The enemy does not intend to risk attacking them directly with warships, but intends to weaken them first with planetary orbits.

If it were normal, a planetary orbital station, the echo of the curse would not be afraid, at least it would be able to escape.

However, the enemy’s jump gang severely destroyed the warship’s power and weapon system. Although Dieterian’s efforts were able to maintain it, it was still greatly weakened.

Now they are caught between the enemy warship and the orbital station, really unable to advance or retreat.

The prophet sat paralyzed on the commanding throne and took a few deep breaths, but still felt his chest dull, so he took off his helmet and leaned the smooth back of his head against the cold metal.

Maybe this is his end.

But he didn't plan to die so easily. Even if it was to die, he would choose a death that was more in line with the Eighth Army.

Talos connected to the navigator's control room.