God Emperor’s Angel of Death

The Blood Covenant is burning fiercely, but it is still fighting desperately.

Like a desperate, proud eighth Legion warrior.

But it was in very bad condition. A long black crack replaced the starboard side of the Covenant. The two main propulsion ports were melted to a scum-like shape. The fire swept across the engine deck and killed the wheel. There are countless humble slaves in the cabin.

Most of the buildings and sculptures on the Xuemeng no longer exist, and the intensive artillery fire completely leveled the stern tower.

There is almost no complete armor left in the entire battleship, and most of the hull is swallowed by terrifying void flames.

A large amount of liquid spurted from the inside of the battleship and condensed into ice crystals outside the ship. A large amount of air radiated into the sky, like the last breath of a dying person.

As one of its stalkers, the Red Pirate’s destroyer Laches lost more than half of its hull in the reactor explosion and was bombarded by the blood spear from the bow of the Blood Alliance. up and in pieces.

Half a minute later, the attack cruiser rushed out of the wreckage cloud created by the explosion and smashed away a large piece of wreckage that was flying in all directions.

The wounded and cracked bow of the Blood Covenant crushed the wreckage on the way like insects.

Even though she was staggering and covered in flames, the midnight lord battleship still waved the sharp claw at the prey beside her.

One of the main forces of this hunting operation, the cruiser Lost, had just lost its last frigate, and was awkwardly swooping down on the decelerating Blood Covenant.

Its plasma cannon shoots down dense gunfire, and together with the blade-like light spear, it pours down the rain of death.

The severely wounded Blood Alliance was unable to escape. She used the remaining power to deflect the hull slightly to prepare for the final fatal blow.

Soon, the lost fired again.

But this round of attack almost

missing a hit,

All its artillery fire hit the void shield of another battleship, causing a wave of water Like ripples.

That battleship has the same size as the Blood Covenant, and equally deadly elegance.

The intruder speeds up and rushes into the two battleships, forcibly separating them, the bridge roars of shock alarm.

After blocking the fatal blow, the starboard laser weapon array of this new battleship released waves of relentless strikes.

In the blink of an eye, the Void Shield of the Lost was overloaded, and it swung to the right with all its strength, desperately trying to avoid the next volley.

On the bridge of the Blood Alliance, a voice rang from the si si microphone:

"Here is Talos of the eighth Legion, the battleship curse echo."

After a while, a noisy voice responded:

"Ha, it’s funny, you should stay as far away from this battle as possible, Prophet...Legion didn’t It is necessary to accompany two battleships."

On the lower deck of the Echo of the Curse, two warriors of the eighth Legion are running fast.

Shire and Uthas listened to the madness in the communication, the bloody eyes of the Raptor squad, at least several of them screamed in the communication channel.

"Where are you?"

The Shire called again:

"This is the Shire of the First Talon! Where are you currently? "

The piercing scream fell silent again, and it has happened several times so far. Each time it happened was accompanied by an eagle-like roar and "prey has become a hunter". Whispers like "tracking a broken soul".

Charles hated these Raptors.

"I hate these things."

He said this more than once.

"I hate the way these things walk, I hate the way they think, and I hate them all the time telling stories about how they rushed to the city wall of the God Emperor palace in the first place."

Usas did not respond. He is also trying to listen to Raptor's communications.

"Their hunting does not sound optimistic."

He said to himself.

"Many thanks for your comment, brother."

Charle pulled out his power sword and pressed to activate rune.

"Wait here, I'll be back soon."

Usas tilted his head.

"Taros ordered the two of us to stay here."

"So you are teaching me to do things?"

Chart looked up in surprise. He said:

"Your head was burned by the subspace, brother?"

Usas sniffed and didn't answer him.

"I'll be back soon."

Charle has made up his mind.

"I'll go hunting for the Eye of Weeping Blood...no matter what they are hunting, it sounds like that thing is tearing them to pieces."

"I also want to Go hunting."

Uthas sounded unusually grumpy.

"No, we have to obey the order, you stay here, I will help those screaming idiots."

"I heard the word command from your mouth really Surprised me, but why, why should I stay here instead of you?"

Charles sneered and slapped the other's helmet.

"Because even in the worst state, I am the best swordsman in a ten company, and you, holding an axe, screaming like an Ouglin in heat. Calling Khorne's name while slaughtering his servant."

Before Uthas retorted him, Charles strode into the depths of the corridor.

"...Legion continues to bleed more than necessary."

The leader of the Tenth Company, Van Drode, is one of the few surviving crew members on the Blood League, and flames envelop the walls all around. , Swallowing the bodies of sacrificed crew members.

The beating flame stabbed him as blind as he opened his eyes, and the poisonous cloud acid mist smelled like the dying breath of a battleship.

Although the body has been extremely strengthened, the blood loss from several fatal wounds on his body still makes it difficult for him to sit back on the throne.

Moreover, the blood flowing out of him was corrupt, dripping on the deck that was roasted like dense mud.

The only crew members who are still alive in the command cabin are the servants, and their limited functions bind them to their respective positions.

Two of them are being consumed by flames at their posts: the metal is scorched, and the flesh is melted.

They mechanically input commands into gun positions that no longer exist.

Fan Zhuode dragged himself back to the throne, and blood leaked from his wound, flowing down the black throne.

The battleship vibrated violently again, and a part of the monitor screen burst in an electric spark, and steam was ejected from the wall.

"Taros..."

"I am here."

The prophet’s voice came back in amidst the noise. In fact, the communication device can still work. It's already a miracle.

Fan Zhuode vomited a mouthful of blood, and his mouthful of sharp teeth made it very difficult for him to speak now.

"The Blood League is over. The Red Pirates do not intend to jump to help us at all. They just want us to die, and their wish is about to be fulfilled."

communicator The other end of the scream sounded:

"Run! We will cover your retreat! This time the two-ship transition will be successful, I promise you."

"The Blood Alliance barely You can climb, let alone run, and leave your useless heroism to an audience who knows how to appreciate... Prophet, that moment will always come, but not this moment, you run, I will cover your retreat. "

"But--"

"Primaris Apothecary, obey the order."

Van Zhuode changed into a stronger voice.

After a moment of silence, the communicator's end responded:

"Yes, immediately turn to the following coordinates, stay away from the battlefield, and use a light spear to block the enemy ship outside, ready to accept Survivors, don't fight."

There was a brief silence.

"Welcome back, sir, I know that now you are Van Drode, not Supreme, you will be remembered."

"I would rather be forgotten."

After speaking, he turned off the communication with his bloody right paw, switched the channel to the ship's broadcast, and wondered how many people were still alive.

"Here is the captain, immediately transfer to the Echo of the Curse! Attention to all members, attention to all members—"

The company commander of the eighth Legion and the tenth company, Supreme Van Drode trembled With took a deep breath

, he issued the last command of his long life.

"Abandon the ship!"