God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Scanning results! Spirit Race battleship!"

"Out of subspace!"

Under the full force of the engine, the cruiser moved from Space -Time Tunnel slid back to reality, broke free from a void wound and returned to the material universe, the smoky crazy tide still tightly attached to its hull.

As they crossed the sea of ​​souls, they were surrounded by a storm of colors, sounds, and screams.

Syrion has to admit that although this kind of travel is full of violence and trauma, it is at least familiar.

And the ships of Spirit Race are playing their own games in the vicinity.

They neither showed a trajectory attached to eternal energy, nor did they appear on the stage as an evil explosion in a chaotic structure.

For an instant, the crew on the Cursed Echo saw only the stars.

The ships of Spirit Race gleamed, and more shadows were faintly discernible among other shadows, sliding towards the echo of the curse.

Syrion knows almost nothing about the metaphysics of Spirit Race, and he has no intention of caring.

He has heard of the word network, this kind of weird interstellar roaming, but this concept is meaningless to him.

In the past Legion’s few meetings with Spirit Race, there are few good results. His aversion to them even exceeds his aversion to most of his brothers. This is a very strong one. Hatred.

He saw the battleship approach the eyeball display screen, as if the space itself sucked them into the air, and immediately acted instinctively.

As Cyrion, the first thing he does is to curse loudly and emotionally.

Then the second thing he did was to order all personnel to return to their fighting positions.

Finally, the third thing he did was to swear again, a long river of curses, even the original body may blink.

But this is not very useful. Spirit Race’s battleship raises their unique solar sails and moves around a huge arc, never going straight.

Each of them reverses in the sky with an impressive dramatic arc, which is almost impossible for the overwhelming majority human battleship, and when Cyrion sees Spirit When Race’s warship danced so gracefully, he immediately felt a jerky taste on his tongue—even his acidic salivary glands reacted instinctively to his disgust,

Because of human technology— -Even with the pollution of the Chaos Gods, it is impossible to imitate Xenos' dive.

It is difficult to reconcile what his senses see with the laws of physics deep in space.

"You are there."

He said loudly to a crew member.

"Yes, you, get ready for an urgent subspace flight."

"Understand, my lord, we have heard Master Talos' order before."

"Very good."

Serion was nodded and ignored that person.

"Activate the Void Shield and hit all the missiles...if you want."

In fact, what surprises he has with Spirit Race, everything is the anger before the daily battle.

He sat on the commanding throne, the throne of Talos, and looked at the eye monitor with a vigilant gaze.

"Are we going to fight, my lord?"

An officer in the uniform of a weapon operator asked.

"This is a good idea. In terms of tonnage, one of our boats is much larger than all of them, but they are likely to be forwards, and there may be big guys behind... So now let’s stop now. , Concentrate on getting ready, when the navigator decides to use her ability, he can enter the subspace."

Suddenly, on the eye monitor, a distant image is behind the first two images. Be distinguished.

This is a huge monster that is much larger than its surrounding counterparts, with huge horn wings, bones and gleaming scales all over it, and it is louder than the echo of the curse.

Its glass-like sail shimmeringly reflects the rays of light of distant stars, and its speed keeps accelerating.

"Another Spirit Race battleship has entered the remote scanning thread."

The master of ornithology shouted:

"It is the battleship level!!! "

"Hey, what did I just say, the previous ones were just the first ones."

Sirion sighed:

"How long can they chase Come on us?"

Shook the head, the master of tonibalism.

"It’s hard to say, my lord, based on conventional thrust guesses, it will be 30 minutes later, but if Spirit Race keeps dancing in the sky like this, I’m afraid it might shorten the time to 10 minutes. , It may be 20 minutes."

Serion leaned on the back of his chair and put his boots on the armrest of the throne.

"Well then, dear and loyal folks, at least before we die, we still have a short period of time to enjoy each other's company. Isn't it very pleasant?"

Justice When the bridge was busy, Talos had already crossed the bulkhead in a blur of blue ceramsite and a rumbling sound of armor joints.

Navigator Ottavia's attendants ran away in front of him, like a mouse escaping from a cat being pursued.

Even her maid flinched.

"My lord?"

Talos didn't even bother to answer.

Ottavia has woken up and was awakened by the emergency alarm. She jumped into her seat, and then Talos stopped with a bang, her boots slammed on the deck, enough to shake her throne .

She looked tired and almost dizzy. Although she had been sleeping for several hours and had eaten customized nutrients according to her physique, the murder he forced her to commit a few days ago The torture still showed a dark shadow on her face, like this point when she flew a long distance to the edge of Imperium.

Tired dark circles caught her eyes, and her wet skin looked greasy in the dim light of the room.

She raised her head to look at Talos, her head swaying on the sore neck muscles-which shows that she still has some migraines.

"Spirit Race?"

Ottavia tilted his head and asked confusedly.

"I heard that right, right?"

"Leap."

Talos Blunt said:

"Now Just do it."

"What?"

"Listen to me!"

Finally, he lost his patience and roared.

"Spirit Race is here! They can feel the psychic screams of the echo of the curse, or worse, their wizard predicted our location in advance, and there is a high probability that there is a fleet ahead Waiting, more will come, Ottavia, leap now, or we will all die."

Stunned by Talos’ roar, Ottavia swallowed. Smoke, reach out for the first connecting thread of the throne chain.

Weakness made her hands tremble, but her voice was firm and clear.

"Where? Where should we go? The Eye of Fear?"

"Anything but here or there, Ottavia! You are the decision maker now Now! Help us find a place to hide as soon as possible."

"Let’s see where we are now...We are on the edge of the storm Star Domain. We can’t go to the Eye of Fear in a short time, so we can only Keep going."