God Emperor’s Angel of Death

At the end of the corridor, the air suddenly twisted, and stepped out of the darkness, a silhouette wearing a black robe, holding a staff and a long sword.

Talos couldn't recognize the inscriptions and carvings on the opponent's robe, but there was no doubt that those things were shining with psychic rays of light, making the back of his eye sockets sting.

"Oh, damn it!"

Taros cursed, and then a few multi-syllable curses of Nastrom language popped out of his mouth.

"A Xenos wizard of subspace!"

The Cyrion on the side sticks the explosive gun to his face and shoots, smiling when he speaks.

"At least we will be killed by a somewhat level guy."

But when he saw that his bullets were blocked by an invisible barrier, he immediately joined Talos. In the chorus of cursing.

"Don't fight! Don't fight! Let's retreat!"

Talos is also a little messed now, he doesn't know if his choice is really correct, Nathan Galaxy Does he really have his destiny?

Or, what is the end of this fate?

But what must be solved now is the problem of the Void Shield, otherwise the enemy will continue to invade.

"What about bishop?"

But Talos didn't know. In fact, the Void Shield did not fail. The problem is not that.

"Analysis..."

Technology bishop recites aloud.

"Analyze, analyze--"

He stared at the large number of runes and graphics flowing out of his mind, and checked it cyclically.

The connection to the engine is strong and smooth, but the amount of information sent is too much to filter. The main problem is not the failure of the Void Shield.

But it has continued to weaken for 3 minutes and 9 seconds, and the ship suffered an unknown level intrusion before 34 minutes and 12 seconds. In the battle with the enemy ship, these precious few seconds are enough Let a large number of enemy troops jump to help land.

The enemy tried to tear the Echo of the Curse from the inside, which made Dietley's skin tighten even if he still had it.

Under his subsequent efforts, the shield was restored, but the engine itself was on the verge of self-destruction, which also led to further problems: unless he can restore the engine to stability, the next flash stop will be Caused another salvo from the enemy ship.

Maybe they won’t do that either, after all, they still have their own troops here, but Dieterian hasn’t degenerated into some kind of creation that relies on assumptions and speculation to make decisions, and he is not even that. Kind of creatures that eat by chance.

He wants to count them as perfectly clear, which suits his taste.

According to in-depth calculations based on existing data, the shield did not recover quickly after the second flash stop, which would cause them to lose the entire ship.

To make matters worse, this will also lead to a complete failure-not only the destruction of the ship, but also the death of people.

Ditrian had no idea of ​​going to death, especially when he used perfect mechanical skills to sculpt his biological framework, he invested so much time and focus.

He didn't even want to give his soul out, become grotesquely shaped, and finally torn it into pieces for the demons and mad gods to happily.

As he likes to say, this is not the best choice.

"Continue to analyze...wait."

Suddenly, he caught some anomalies from the torrent of data.

It turned out that the problem was here!

The damaged data is mixed into the encryption calculation of the engine, and after running more than a thousand times per second, it is transmitted to several external void shield projection arrays on the starboard hull.

This can be repaired, but it cannot be operated remotely. He needs to send a servant there or go to battle himself.

Dietrian did not sigh, he blurted out his anger into a string of speechless mechanical codes, like a hiccup in a binary system, and then activated his message with a patient motion.

"This is Ditmian."

After a while, the audio network responded with an overwhelming callsign and gunfire.

Ditrian almost forgot, he just broke away from the power cabin at the stern, and was entangled in the encirclement again.

He stared at the screen for a long time.

The Void Shield Engine Room is the largest room on the ship. Its walls are layered on top of each other, cast from sacred steel and brass, and clanging under the impact of energy.

In other words, the machine room itself is an Iron Pagoda trembling in plasma. Through the open mouth and eyes of the Ghost Statue carved on both sides of the pillar, the liquid energy can be seen from the outside. .

The rooms around him had been brought to life by the sound of guns and screams that were altered in the audio not long ago, but now they are all in a wonderful silence.

The enemy's gangsters - or the flesh and pieces of those who were gangsters recently, lie in the blood-soaked pottery and steel shards, like a carpet that covers the room.

Ditrian's olfactory sensor detects the smell of blood and organs in the air, which is enough to make the overwhelming majority nausea, but the smell of such killing is nothing to Dieterian.

The attacker did not get close to him.

Because, like many tech pastors have the highest priority and value, Dieterian is also a faithful believer in the principle of "preparation and prevention".

Secondly, he still maintains an overloaded energy reserve at all times. The moment the Void Shield weakened, he knew that the Midnight Lords would be forced to disperse to defend every abnormally explosive deck, so he Carry your own insurance-a highly modified armed servant.

It’s just a pity that after the First Stage battle, three-quarters of the servants did not survive.

He walked across the room, assessing the difference in this massacre.

Those servants who are still standing are dull-faced mechanical creations that have lost their humanity. Their left arm is replaced by a heavy weapon. The imitation creatures occupy more than half of their body and almost all of them. Internal organs.

If emotions and certain details that need to be carefully observed are removed, each of them is a reliable labor.

He didn't thank them, or congratulate them on their victory, and they didn't pay attention to it.

However, it is not easy to kill 10 Spirit Race warriors. Even if it takes 39 enhanced fighters and 12 high level gun fighters, this loss will cause inconvenience to him in the future. .

Ditrian noticed the badge on the shoulder armor of a corpse for a while.

This is a symbol similar to a white inverted triangle.

"Record: Ida Spirit Race, Craftworld, codename: Usvi."

He also kept the Xenos database of Imperium, so he didn't spend a lot of world to identify these The identity of the dead enemy.

"first stage: completed."

Ditrian stopped and waited for the living servants to confirm the code.

"The second stage begins."

Then, the machine servants stepped in unison and began to continue processing the program loops they were previously listed in.

Five or six groups passed through the ship, performing a search and destruction procedure.

The other five or six followed Dieterian and returned to the Meditation Hall.

The ship trembled, making one of his servants unable to stand firm and reporting a wrong message on his chin. Dietrian chose to ignore it and connected to the audio system.

"Ditrian calls Talos of the First Fierce Talon."

But only the sound of the explosive gun fire as a response, intermittently on the audio channel, and the distance is erratic.

"He is dead."

Hearing these three words, Dietrian hesitated.

"Request further confirmation."

"He is not dead."

Another voice came.

"I heard him speak, what do you want to do, bishop?"

"Who am I talking to?"

"Sixth Lie Claw Karad."

Suddenly, the warrior's voice was interrupted, and the blaster clicked for a while.

"We are guarding the platform of the flight deck."