"I'm here, Master."

Ottavia's voice sounded as tired as Talos looked.

"I am here..."

She said into the speaker in the conference hall:

"Spirit Race too."

"Get ready to make the boat jump again."

"I can't stand it anymore."

Her voice was crying.

"Master, I can't, I'm sorry, I can't..."

"They will come to us in at most 20 minutes. You have to get us away."

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"Sorry, I can't."

"You have been saying this for more than a week."

"Talos, please listen to me. If this continues, the subspace will kill me, one jump, or two times, it doesn’t matter... you are killing me."

The prophet got up from the command throne and walked to the podium. In front of the railing, leaned down and looked at the orderly bridge below.

The holographic booth was flashing a spooky threat warning: a total of six Spirit Race battleships, their wing sails have disappeared into the twisted mist.

"Ottavia."

His voice softened.

"They can't chase us forever, I need you to give me more—a little help...please."

Ottavia did not answer, but after a few seconds, Spaceship itself gives the answer.

When the subspace engine began to accumulate energy and turn a real world into another reality, the deck began to tremble.

"Do you remember."

Her voice echoed on the command deck.

"When I first controlled the Blood Alliance?"

There is a strange duality in her tone, as if she is combined with the machine spirit of Spaceship. This unhealthy unification made Talos get goose bumps all over his body.

"I remember, you said you could kill us all because we are heretics."

"I was angry and scared at the time."

He heard her take a deep breath.

"Everyone, get ready to enter the sea of ​​souls."

"Thank you, Ottavia, I will remember your contribution this time, and I will Thank you."

"You shouldn't thank the slave."

She replied, and the resonance echoed in the hall.

"And this hasn't worked yet, save your thanks until we can survive, this time we run away or hide?"

"Neither. "

As soon as Talos spoke,

Every eye on the bridge turned to him, and the Legion warriors who were still on the command deck looked the most energetically.

"Let's not run."

Talos said calmly to Ottavia, he knew that everyone was watching him.

"Let's not hide, we have to show our position."

Talos passed the coordinates through the keyboard on the armrest of his throne.

"Take us to the Nathan Galaxy."

"Throne!"

Ottavia cursed, this made the bridge—half the crew Frowning at the Imperium-style curse.

"Are you sure?"

"We don’t have the fuel to dance with them, and we can’t break their blockade. If we are driven together like prey, then I at least Will choose where to fight back."

Serion returned to the throne and asked with a joke:

"Then the question is, what if they wait for us there?"

Talos looked at Brother for a long time.

"What do you want me to say, Cyrion? We will do it as always. We will kill them, or they will kill us."

The curse is in the subspace Wandering, Talos left the bridge and walked to meet the soul that he had every reason for, but had no desire to see him again.

He was walking down the winding corridor with a sword in his hand, his thoughts were dark-his choice was even darker.

He intends to do—something he should have done a long time ago.

When he stood in front of them, the door to the hall of reflection opened hong long long. The servants were still busy with their own affairs, and the humble mechanical priests turned around and watched him come in. .

"Soul Hunter."

A mechanical priest in a robe respectfully greeted:

"My name is Talos."

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The prophet walked past him while answering.

"Please use it correctly."

Suddenly, he felt a hand grabbing his shoulder guard, so he turned to face the person who dared to touch him .

This disrespectful behavior is very different from any technology priest.

"Talos."

Machine Cult's heresy Dietrian said, and tilted the skull mask that served as his face.

"Although your appearance did not violate any code of conduct, it was unexpected. The result of our last conversation is that if there is any change in that thing, you will be summoned."

That thing...

Talos didn't like the term used by this mechanical cultist.

"I know our agreement, Dieterian."

"But you came here with your weapon, the sword drawn in this sacred place, dealing with you There is only one result with great probability."

"What is that?"

"You are here to destroy the coffin and kill the Macarion inside. "

"Good guess."

Talos turned around and walked into the room attached to him, where the magnificent coffin of the war philosopher was placed.

"Wait—!"

Talos stopped, but not because of Dieterian’s orders, but his own shock that stunned him, but The sword was still held in a loose fist.

He saw the sight in front of him: the gorgeous sarcophagus was chained together and mounted on a fearless ceramic shell. The blue halo of stagnant stand still moved around the limbs of the war machine. -Lock them there-motionless.

"Why are you doing this?"

Talos did not look elsewhere.

"I didn't tell you to make him a fearless mecha."

Ditrian hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"The resurrection ceremony requires placing the subject in a sacred case."

Talos didn’t know what to say, he wanted to object, but he knew there was nothing to do Moved Dietrian, and let him see anything meaningful.

And when he saw another silhouette in the room, he was even more surprised.

The man sat with his back against the wall, lazily holding the trigger of the chain axe, listening to the whine of the blade.

"Hi, brother, good afternoon."

The other night lord greeted him softly.

"Usas? What brought you here."

Usas shrugged.

"I often come here to see him. I think he should come back to us. We need him, but he doesn't want to be needed."

Talos stares at Uthas. For a while, then whispered and slowly issued instructions to Dieterian.

"Activate the communication speaker."

"My lord, I--"

"Activate the speaker, or I will kill you."

"As you ordered."

Dietrian trot all the way with his thin legs, clattering to the main console, and then several levers made unhealthy rubbing noises.

Huh, hmph hmph hmph, Ahhhhhhh, Ahhhhhhh aaahhhh ————!

For an instant, the room was filled with gasping for breath, animalistic and exhausted screams.

Somehow, the voice sounded like an old man-full of old, tired and faint.

Talos closed his eyes for a while, but his helmet was still staring forward, as cold and merciless as ever.

"Enough."

He whispered.

"I want to end this-cut."

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