God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 362

A blast interrupted the words of the loyal Space Marine, mixed with distant screams.

"This is Talos who cursed the echo battleship. I will not say witty words, but only tell the truth. Your attack has failed, and your action to escape our revenge has also failed. We are talking Watching you die on our bird divination projection, if you have any last words, say it for future generations, we will remember them, because we are the eighth Legion, our memory will last forever."

"Dirty, hateful traitor!"

The communicator crackled.

"He sounds so angry."

Syrion joked, and Talos glared at him speechlessly, calming him down.

"Talos?"

The company commander's voice rang again.

"Yes, Aeneas."

"May you be cursed and deceived in eternal hell."

Talos is nodded, even though he The opponent does not want to see this posture.

"I believe I will, but you are here before me, so now

Go and die, company commander, mourn your wasted life."

"I am not afraid of sacrifice. The blood of the martyrs is the seed of Imperium! In the name of Giliman! Courage and glory--"

The link is broken. In the projection, the rune symbol of the enemy ship is cruel Disappeared in the asteroid storm.

"The royal power cloak is lost with all souls."

The female correspondent said.

"Take us closer to the wreckage area and wipe out everything that is left with weapons."

"Yes, my lord."

Talos stood up from the throne, tired and anguished.

"Our entire conversation was broadcast on the ship. May those still alive Origin Chapter bastards hear the death of their company commander and be ashamed of the news that their battleship was burned.

Be discouraged."

Then Talos walked to the edge of the strategy room and carried Shire's body on his shoulders.

"I want to mourn my brother. I can only summon me when I need it urgently."

All the troublesome affairs receded, Talos meditated alone, sitting in the first-the claw weapon In the silence of the room.

After brutal fighting in recent weeks, he now desires peace.

Van Drow is dead, and the Blood Covenant is also destroyed. The Broken Eagle now has only a few lonely ghosts riddled with scars, and a dozen are hard to be called. Raptor, Astarte's Eye of Weeping Blood.

At this time, although he was reluctant to admit it, Talos was very eager to have Charles by his side.

The Charles was there when Talos first killed: a shopkeeper who sold human flesh was killed by a boy in the dark night of Nostum.

When the underworld war swept the city, he and him depended on each other, always swearing, always the first to shoot, the last to ask questions, always confident and never regretting.

The Shire is the most real blade of the first fierce claw, and it is also the strength that forms their backbone in battle.

Because of him, other fierce claws are always reluctant to confront them.

When the Shire was alive, Talos never worried that the First Claw would lose-a battle.

Although they have never liked each other, brother friendship does not require friendship, only loyalty.

When they stand back to back, the entire galaxy is burning-it will always be the brother, and they will never be friends, and they will walk to the end on the road of traitors.

But-no one is listening now.

"If there is hell in this world—"

Talos muttered to himself painfully, covering his head:

"You are going there now Go, I believe I will see you there soon, brother."

The echo of the curse is still drifting peacefully, waiting for the navigator to recover and venture back to the Eye of Greatness again.

In the current situation, even a short flight may kill Ottavia, let alone a voyage that lasts for months or years through most of the galaxy.

Talos knows too well that he has never experienced a real subspace storm.

The eye is an unwelcome refuge, even for experienced wizards.

An untested navigator, especially an exhausted navigator, is a burden he does not want to test until he has no other options.

He can still see Spirit Race when he closes his eyes.

Their light silhouette danced in the swaying afterimages, and the shadows faced the shadows---it was dark for a while, quiet for a while, silver for a while, and screamed for a while.

Spirit Race, he no longer needs to fall asleep to see them.

Although he got the inspiration he wanted, did it also accelerate his degeneration, like a certain kind of cancer treatment, which did nothing but exacerbate the black spread of the tumor??

A few weeks ago, he argued with Valler in the pharmacy, but the truth was cruel-he didn’t need to read the ornithology or biorhythm scan to know that he was fester.

These dreams are enough evidence.

Since Shire died, they have become worse-more serious and less reliable.

But even so this is controllable, at least for a period of time.

Spirit Race's dreams are different, because they are not just dreams, he no longer needs to fall asleep to feel them.

The howls and blades of crazy Xenos became like the walls around him—real, like his brother's voice—actually.

The thing that bothers him the most is why he can still see them?

Since Hell Iris, when the dream came for the first time, he was not ashamed of his reluctance to return to the Eye of Fear.

But now, the predictions seem to be in vain.

Charle can't die twice. He has never felt so relieved for his mistakes like he is now.

Deciding how much to tell others is not easy.

Tell too much, and they won't follow him.

If there is too little, they will yank the chains and resist his guidance.

"Talos."

Suddenly, a shadow said from the edge of his sight.

This voice is a bit familiar.

Instinct forces him to look to the left.

But there is nothing.

There is no picture, no sound.

When he exhaled, he heard the collision of the blade and the ceramsite, which was vague as memory. It might have come from somewhere near the ship; it might be in his mind.

"Talos."

Another voice whispered, something passing his vision.

He glanced at it and saw it disappeared.

But he vaguely recognized that it was a bat wing helmet.

"Talos."

He lowered his head and breathed slowly, enjoying the pulsation of blood vessels in his brain abnormally. The pain reminded him to be awake.

Some kind of prediction, the energy from his inheritance of the Primarch, is also the reason why he can lead the war gang so far.

But he didn't like the feeling of tearing his skull to pieces.

"Talos, Nathan Four."

He dropped his head and his painful head.

"What's there?"

"Talos, Nathan Galaxy..."