The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"He is not from Nastrom."

Maku Shen, who had never laughed before, actually laughed.

"Almost half of the people selected by our original body are of Terran origin, Cyrion, do you remember the moment when a company of Savita fell? Do you remember that the black guards were divided into several groups because they refused to serve Sahar? Heap? I have so many examples, think about it carefully."

"I respect Sahar very much."

"Me too."

Markushen agreed.

"Although I have no feelings for him, I respect him, even if the black guard is playing

After Vita was disbanded after his death, we also know that their resistance to Sahar was not only due to simple prejudice... Some of the first company was Terra, they were the oldest legionary fighters at the time, even Malek was also a Thai Laren, it is much more complicated than the world where Sahar was born, but for most of us, it doesn't matter whether you are from Terra, Nastrom, or born in any other world. "

Maku pointed his eyes deeply.

"No matter what world we are born in, genetic seeds can make our eyes black.

Splitting is probably also the destiny of every legion... so we are war gangs with a common cause, a shared heritage and ideology. "

"It's not that simple."

Cyrion still refused to waver.

"Valle's eyes are not black, he has the red pirate genetic seeds in his throat and chest."

Maku Shen shook his head.

"Brother, I’m very surprised that you still hold this long-standing prejudice, as you wish, because of our discussion.

The discussion is over. "

But Cyrion did not intend to end at this time. He crossed a guardrail and fell to a platform ten meters down, with his brothers following behind.

"Tell me about it."

His voice is not so sharp now.

"Why refused to follow Sahar?"

Maku Shen gritted his teeth and took a breath.

"I barely had the opportunity to talk to any of them. It doesn’t seem to be

Because Sahar has any shortcomings as a substitute for Saivita, and more importantly, no one can be worthy of a true company commander...

No one can compare to him. The black guards refused to serve other leaders after Saivita's death, because Saivita built them into that look, something that cannot be broken by any other means, by brotherhood. A brotherhood united by blood, blood and responsibility. "

"Yes, I still remember the first time I saw a company commander. He is an interesting and charming person. Unfortunately, I am not qualified to join the Black Guard."

"His death is our greatest loss, just as no one in the Legion can truly serve as a commander after the death of the Primarch. This is not the way we should go. I am afraid that we will not even follow the Primarch for our own future. Now... we have gone through ten thousand years of change, war, distortion, pain and struggle."

Valer leaned over, his backpack collided with the bulkhead, making a harsh metal rubbing sound.

"Sevita, Prince of Crows, I have heard of him."

The pharmacist asked with curiosity:

"Is Savita dead?"

The others snickered and snorted, but no one paid any attention to him. The remnants of the first fierce claw continued to advance, deep into the shadow of their home.

On the bridge, Talos, watching the wake of the torpedo flew towards the orbital station.

In the past, he might be amazed at the power he learned to hold, but now he just watches in silence.

But he knew that a few cyclone torpedoes were not enough to break through the tight orbital defensive firepower, but they could attract the attention of defenders.

"I want to hear screams."

The prophet stared and said.

"Yes, master."

The female correspondent adjusted the bridge's speakers to project the auditory effect of Dietrian's interference field.

really,

This voice matches its name very well.

For a moment, the air was filled with howls of audio resonance.

It was a hateful organic sound, and under the torment of furious screams and roars, the voice of a lonely man added fuel to the fire.

This technical expert is extremely proud of designing interference projection equipment, and Talos is grateful for it.

Screaming makes it easier to hunt enemy ships in the cold void.

Nevertheless, it also has a huge shortcoming-the power consumption is very serious.

The ‘scream’ can hide them from the blindness of their prey, but every generator on the ship is providing electricity for it, they can no longer fire their energy weapons, and can only crawl at half the speed.

They can't even raise the Void Shield.

Talos wanted to know what happened on the enemy's bridge, but what was certain was that their system must have been overwhelmed by screams.

Will those aliens panic?

Maybe it will, maybe it won't.

Victory comes from the change in the nature of the game, Talos knew this well and did not hesitate to cheat.

The scream blinded the enemy's eyes, and they could not continue to follow the curse echo in a short time, nor could they intercept the torpedo flying towards the orbital station.

But the scream cannot affect the orbital stations far away, or it cannot completely affect it, let alone a group of evil alien wizards who control it now, and they must have a way to shield the influence of the scream.

But they can't ignore the immense power of torpedoes.

Sure enough, one minute after the torpedo broke out, the orbital station originally attacked the firepower of the Cursed Echo, and instead began to intercept all the torpedoes.

"Stop the screaming."

Talos ordered immediately.

"Raise the Void Shield, activate the weapon, and move forward at full speed!"

The echo of the curse trembled through space and made a short jump under the operation of the navigator.

The result of this jump was very successful, and the Echo of the Curse reached the high orbit of Nathan-6 accurately, which was a weak corner of defensive firepower.

But this transition also brought them into the gravitational trap of the planet. There are still spirit fleets around, and they only have a moment of respite.

Talos quickly summoned the tactics of the first fierce claw back to the bridge.

"Nathan VI should be a prison world in the empire~www.ltnovel.com~Talos focused on the hologram, and this flashing image shows

The landforms of the planet's Antarctic region, and some architectural outlines.

The first fierce claws gathered together either remained silent or shook their heads.

"Those prisons can almost be called forts."

"Are you going to let us down to the ground?"

Macarion made a dull voice.

"That's right, the company commander. The scan of the ornithoscope showed that the size of the prison is very large. They extend in all directions.

A few kilometers, there is also a maze-like underground part, completely immune to the impact of orbital bombardment, fighting according to our rules, if the spirit race wants to get our heads, welcome them to the dark... We want to hunt me like them Hunt them like waiting. "

"But how long can we stay there?"

Lukovus asked, his voice very hoarse.