God Emperor's Angel of Death

Chapter 171

He woke up screaming from his dream and suddenly opened his eyes.

For a moment, he thought he was blind.

The cold stole his eyes, and then the cold armor pulled him back to reality from the distant past.

He felt very cold, as if a dream had become a reality, wrapped in a cold memory.

Solid ice blocks the visual lens on the helmet, and the changing light brings Haze - ice is pink, blood mixed with snow.

The pulse signal of the warning Rune flickered in the corner of the eye, and the dim red was beating slowly.

Warning, in a complete vacuum.

Warning, armor damage.

Warning, gravity is 0.

Injury assessment.

Armor power is low.

He doesn't remember where he was or how he survived when power a was close to destruction.

He blinked to try to concentrate his mind again, and the feeling of his body was recovering - the feedback of pain came back from his right leg, but his left hand never responded to the call of his heart, like being swallowed by a black hole, and his tongue was full of metal rust.

But he's still alive. That's enough.

In the vacuum, he tried to move his right arm, but the armor was very resistant. No matter how hard he tried to close his left hand, he was unmoved and could not even feel the existence of his fingers.

Struggling in coma and wakefulness, he looked at the weakening warning Rune - the energy of power a had been reduced to the lowest level.

Before long, he will become a lifeless metal shell.

He could only close his eyes and hold his breath and pulse.

His mind was recovering, and he knew where he was - he was floating in the vacuum of the universe.

The constant temperature system of power a is still struggling to keep him warm, but it failed. Its last energy is about to disappear.

Although the genetically enhanced body is stronger than ordinary people, the cold will eventually swallow him and silence both hearts.

It's just a matter of time.

For a moment, he wanted to howl and push away the embrace of steel - this was the instinct of the drowning man.

The last breath of air burns in the lungs, and the inevitable dark fate makes it finally stop beating.

He tried to breathe gently and suppress his instinctive reaction.

In order to live, you must make a choice.

"Restart all systems."

Power a obeyed the command, and the current pulse flowed all over the body.

But as soon as it was restarted, the harsh alarm began to sound.

The interactive nerves pricked the spine, the endless alarm filled the ears, and the angry runes were covered on the display interface of the helmet.

He blinked a few times to stop the alarm.

Before the armor becomes a tomb, it can use a few minutes of energy.

So he raised his right hand and scraped away the melted ice on the helmet eyepiece.

The light spilled into his eyes, and the white light was dazzling.

He found himself floating in a huge hall. The sun shone somewhere behind him. A layer of pink ice covered everything. The flash made it look like delicious icing on a sweet cake. A layer of small ice chips floated around and maintained the shape when it was finally formed.

He also saw him, St. Gilles, their angel father.

In the vacuum, his eyes seemed to shed blood and tears.

He dared not look directly at him because he failed to live up to the blood of St. Gilles.

He remembered that this was the Church of the battle barge storm girl.

But she fell.

Suddenly, something hit his shoulder and slowly came into his sight.

A frozen hard thing, wider than the hand, didn't float away immediately.

He reached out and tried to push it away, but it suddenly turned around and looked at him like that - a pair of dead eyes.

Previous memories flashed out.

Angry bulls, the broken hull and the wailing of steel, their pride was gripped by fire, blood flowed and spread on the deck, and the fragments of the ship flew in the air.

An officer was shouting something. His eyes were wide and filled with fear.

He remembered the shaking of the deck under his feet and the scream of the empty storm outside.

In panic, he suddenly retracted his hand from his broken head. This action also made himself spin in the frozen ice, even in the eyes of the hall.

Suddenly, a strong light appeared in the hall. He turned around and saw the source of the light through the torn hull - a bright white sun and a shining blue sphere hanging in the dark dotted with weak starlight.

He remembers here. This is the Barbuda system——

Dead warships were scattered in the void, and the hull was torn and chewed.

A large number of armor was stripped, exposing the cold metal heart, showing the compartments and channels inside. The huge mountain hull turned into ragged waste, like the wreckage of a disassembly factory.

Are all the brothers dead?

He thought about the possibility of darkness and felt that it had not been so cold for hundreds of years.

Warning——

Energy depletion.

Warning——

Energy depletion.

"We failed."

He muttered to himself to the silence.

In this dying armored prison, he seems to fall into darkness, fog and pain, alone in darkness and cold, and will be the same in the future.

"Commander of the war? Commander of the war?"

Suddenly, a machine sounded with a peaceful voice.

Then he felt a warm hand pushing himself, and the saint les in the hall was spreading his wings——

He opened his eyes and found himself sitting on the command throne. The soldiers on one side were looking at him worried.

"Commander Zhan, are you okay?"

The pale and thin man raised his armored hand, put his dazzling blond hair away from his sweaty forehead, and responded in a reluctant voice:

"I'm fine. Don't worry... Where have we been?"

"We have just been brought to the Freon system by an unexplained subspace disturbance. The starwhisperer has received some information. It seems that a war is going on here."

"War?"

He said these two words with great fatigue.

"What war."

"An expedition to aliens."

"Initiator?"

"The bitter Walker and the star knights."

"Ascetic..."

Weian soldiers in bright yellow armor thought about the name. About a minute later, some bad memories began to emerge.

"It turned out to be these treacherous cowards."

The soldiers on one side obviously didn't understand the history of the two battle groups. When they heard the head of the battle say so, they immediately showed a surprised expression.

"Treachery..."

But the man on the command throne interrupted his inquiry with a wave.

"Regardless of them, but another regiment... Star knights."

The man thought for a while, but was reminded of any useful information, only a few words he saw in the archives in the past.

"If I remember correctly, it's the sub group of Empire fist. How can they join with the ascetic?"

"This is unknown. The two battle groups are currently clearing the green skin."

"It has nothing to do with us. Look for the nearest imperial supply station."

The soldier hesitated for a moment, then whispered:

"There's another news. The star Knights know we're coming. Their star Whisperer sent a message inviting us to meet at gage, the temporary fleet supply point of the Empire."

The man rubbed his head, looking very tired and melancholy.

"What do they want to do? What else do they want to take from us? We have nothing..."

His language was sad, and he had to breathe every word he said.

"The battle leader of the star Knight battle order is soshyan Alexei. He personally sent out this invitation, and he also asked the star Whisperer to add a word."

"What words."

"- he has no doubt about the loyalty and courage of St. Gilles's children."