God Emperor's Angel of Death

Chapter 361

Talos, who dreamed of becoming a hero since childhood, would never think that he would become a cruel and bloody murderer in the future.

Just like he didn't expect the broken Eagle war guild to be cornered by the origin battle group.

Or they are almost defeated and are outnumbered by the enemy, if not Xia er who defeated the enemy's champion——

Speaking of shire, Talos, who was slumped on the floor, touched the blood on his face and looked at his brother.

Charles threw away his sword and leaned against the arched wall with almost crazy patience.

He stayed there for a long time, tasting the pain and holding his breath.

The blood from his breastplate smelled so fresh and pure.

This is the blood of the soul, he knows.

But that's not good. After all, a heart burst will have to keep him in bed for a few weeks to adapt to a powerful substitute, and two——

One of his arms could not move, the other was numb, his fingers were inflexible, one leg could not bend, and the increasingly cold pain in his chest spread farther and farther.

After his attempt to move his body failed, he snorted again and couldn't leave the wall.

Maybe one more minute for his regenerative tissue to repair the damage.

That's it. That's all he can do.

In the cabin, Cylon was the first person to get up - he got up from the opposite wall.

His armor looked almost as broken as shire's. instead of helping others, he raised the damaged hammer in his hand.

"Its energy battery has consumed 80% now. Maybe it beats us harder than you."

Charles didn't answer, so he leaned against the wall.

"I've never seen such a duel."

Cylon added, move to where his brother is leaning.

"Go away, I need some time to breathe."

"As you wish."

Celion went to Talos, who was still collapsed on the deck.

A small bottle of chemical stimulant was injected into the prophet's neck, causing his muscles to spasm.

A moment later, he stood up with a sudden sob.

"I've never been beaten by thunder before. Valle may tell us about its specific effect on the nervous system, but I don't want to feel it anymore."

"Fortunately, it was crooked."

"I don't think it's crooked."

"If you're still alive, it's crooked."

One by one, the first claw stood up, but there was the last one.

"Charles."

Talos walked over.

"I can't believe you killed him."

Charles gave his brother a merry sneer.

"It's nothing."

Talos immediately threw the helmet to him, and Charles struggled to catch the helmet, which was his booty.

For a moment, Charles stroked the winged tiara, the formal Legion decoration, and it was looking down at his painful face in front of the Milky way.

There was no blood in his eyes, and even his head had become a mixture of broken bones and meat. The pain of rotating his eyes in the eye socket alone was enough to make him kneel, but he did not allow this weakness to be shown - the sharp pain of blinking made him lack of imagination to describe it.

He didn't even want to know how much face he had left.

Others looked at him with worry and even sympathy, but it would only make him more angry.

"Can you still fight?"

Talos asked, hiding his concern, but his expression betrayed his mood at the moment.

"I feel much better."

Charles nodded hard.

"It should be OK."

"We need to act quickly."

Makushen said that he was the weakest of them. After losing power, his armor was almost useless and did not increase his strength and reaction ability at all - his joints did not rotate and his backpack did not hum.

"We need to contact other strong claws to prevent us from being jumped again."

"Charles."

Talos said again that he didn't care about anything else now.

Charles looked up.

"Why?"

"Take the hammer, you deserve it."

Charles held his helmet back, clicked his keyhole, and his voice turned into a normally variable roar.

"Talos."

He said in a heavy tone:

"My brother“

"What?"

"I regret arguing with you before... I hope to live a meaningful life and find a way to win this war. It's not a sin."

"We'll talk about it later, brother."

"OK."

Charles slowly stood up, but his blood never stopped flowing and converged into a small puddle under his feet.

"-- after --"

Charles opened his legs, but he only took one step.

In the exclamation of the crowd, his head rolled forward slowly, his body fell down in a boneless subversion, and the last sound in his helmet was a long sigh.

Charles fell into the arms of Talos, and the armor could only send a harsh signal powerlessly.

"Shire --!"

When the internal problem is solved, the curse echo travels through space with shark like hunger.

Officers and soldiers began their combat missions when the strategic deck fell into a familiar organized chaos.

The bridge was full of rattling and the clatter of levers, mixed with the sound of ticking and the sound of fingers hitting keys.

"Is there any sign of the origin of the regiment cruiser?"

Taros asked from his central throne. On the eyeball display, a stripped satellite has been surrounded by half by a new constellation of small stars. It looks pathetic.

"I see them, my Lord."

The Lord of the bird divination instrument took a breath of moisture through his breathing mask.

"Now on the holographic projection."

At first, Talos could not identify the ship from the wreckage.

The projected building flickers with its consistent instability, providing a scene with hundreds of targets.

The broken edge of the satellite is an irregular curve on one side of the image. Stones of various shapes and sizes decorate the upper space, and there is a layer of mist, indicating that the particle fragments are too small to focus on a separate lock.

They're right there.

The bow of an astat warship has a clear bifurcation, and the rune symbol of its weapon is shot into the void.

As the projected ship sailed, it suddenly found itself in the center of a small constellation of stars. As it tried to open up the road to freedom, it tilted its fire on the surrounding rocks.

He was almost disappointed that they were not destroyed in the initial explosion, but at least he can see it directly now.

"I can't help feeling a little proud."

He said to the crew:

"You all did a good job."

Drifting rocks tumbled in space, collided with each other and crushed into more rubble. Talos watched the projection exhibition. Did a few large pieces collide with the flashing ship.

The original imaging program showed little damage caused by this impact.

"Let's make a visual confirmation."

Talos knew it would take hours to get closer, so he came up with an idea to kill time and further reduce the odds of the origin soldiers who jumped to the ship.

"Call the enemy ship and filter the information so that every communication channel on the ship can transmit what we say."

The female correspondent did.

The previous bridge was silent after the scream stopped. Now there was the sound of the enemy cruiser.

The monotonous attendant's voice and the sound of the rock hitting the hull formed a background harmony, and a loud voice panted.

"I am the company commander Aeneas of the Royal cloak. I will not listen to your ridicule, heresy, or be misled by your temptation!"