God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Talos said in a restrained voice.

"I'm trying to end this battle so that we can all return to our insignificant lives, so that our souls can still cover our skin... I am not irritable by nature, and allow Everyone speaks and makes suggestions, but don’t regard my indulgence as weakness. I ordered and you wait to comply. I shall not test my patience again tonight. The weapon supervisor has just shown us this scene appropriately."

The corpse next to Talos was still convulsing and bleeding, and the Prophet handed his bloody facial remains to the nearest servant.

"Clean up these."

The servant stared at him with dull eyes.

"In what way, my lord?"

The question was silent.

"Eat it or whatever, I don't care."

The prophet stride proudly ahead to return to his throne, passing through the dirt exposed by the corpse.

In spite of this, he still didn't hold his aching head with his hands.

Something in his mind threatened to explode and crush his skull.

"Gene-seed will kill you. Some people are destined to not survive after implantation."

An inexplicable voice sounded, Talos looked up, looking towards yet Hanging on Ruben's chains.

"I killed you."

He announced to the pile of bones.

"My lord?"

Talos looked at him cautiously and realized that he must have been weird just now.

The pressure from the skull made him lose consciousness, causing a spasm in his body, and his face was always squinted like a stroke.

To suppress the nausea forcefully, Talos wiped the drool from his slightly opened mouth on the back of his hand.

Is this the end of our depravity?

The prophet tried to sort out his thoughts.

"I have nothing."

Talos hissed.

"All departments, prepare to deploy cyclone torpedoes. When the'scream' starts to take effect and drive away the enemy's battleship, they will immediately launch torpedoes into orbit."

"My lord, Launching from this distance has a high probability of being intercepted."

"I know, execute."

As Talos was intensively designing their new breakthrough plan, the first Strongclaw's squad has left the bridge and entered the lower deck.

They must deal with the remaining troubles.

"Uthas died in battle."

Makuchen said to the darkness.

"I can't believe it, he couldn't kill him."

Syrion giggled.

"Obviously not."

At this time, the lights around them went out as the overload circuit broke, and the ship groaned strangely under their boots.

The air in the cabin seemed to stay on them for a while, pushing and pulling their limbs.

"What does it feel like?"

Valle asked, his backpack light box gleamed in the dim light, forming a beam of light in the dark.

The light was projected on the empty iron tunnel ahead,

Although their retina display was filtered, the other night lords still instinctively turned their heads to avoid the glare.

"Don't use the thing."

Serion said softly,

Valier did it right away-he was amused, even then Nor does it have an elegant smile.

"Please answer my question first."

The former red pirate Primaris Apothecary continued to ask.

"The sound, and the trembling of the ship, what caused it?"

Syrion took the remnants of the first fierce claws through the tunnel and moved toward the depths of the spaceship .

"This is the inertia adjustment of the tornado warhead. Talos is either very smart or very, very stupid."

"He is angry."

Makushen on the side added that his brothers were still wearing helmets and did not stop to look back.

"Talos will not be tolerant of anyone's death in the First Fierce Claw, whether it is Shire or Uthas, even if he doesn’t like them... I’ve been It can be seen that he was very injured."

Serion led the remaining fierce claws around another corner and followed the spiral walkway to the next deck.

The crew spread out in front of them, like Mina avoiding the sudden light.

Only a few people, wearing long robes like beggar, knelt at the feet of their master and weeped, begging to tell them what happened.

Sylion kicked one of them aside, and the first claws passed through the others.

"This ship is the size of a small city."

He said so to the brothers behind him.

"If Xenos wants to play peekaboo with us all the time, we may never be able to dig them out."

"Have you heard them on deck 30 Did you find anything?"

Makushen asked suddenly.

But Cyrion just shook the head without answering.

"Don't sell it, tell me."

"Well, I said, a few nights before we arrived at Storm Star Domain, the Eye of Weeping Blood reported something. ...They said that the wall over there is alive. The metal has blood vessels, pulses, and bleeds when it is cut."

Syrion turned his head to Valle and sneered in dissatisfaction. Behind the dazzling helmet.

"What the hell did you dirty little fools do to this ship before we stole it back?"

Primaris Apothecary stomped forward. His prosthesis mimics the structure of human joints and makes a si si sound.

"I’ve seen Lord Midnight’s transport ship more corrupt than you think. I’m not a loyal person, Cyrion, but I’ve never said respect to those in power. Subspace will distort what it touches. I don’t deny that, but would you pretend that there is no contaminated deck in your precious Blood Alliance?"

"Nothing."

"Is that so? Are you just wandering on the sparsely populated deck? Do you walk through the thousands of slaves on the ship? Is all this as pure and unchanging as you say? Even though you are in the great Have you stayed in your eyes for several decades?"

Serion turned around and shook his head, but Valle wouldn't let him lie.

"I hate hypocrisy the most, Cyrion of the First Claw."

"Quiet for a while, don't cry to me, I will never understand why the tower Lose saved you and would never understand why he let you go with us when we left Hell Iris."

Valle said nothing. He is not a person who likes long talk, and he doesn't think It is necessary to make a final ruling in the dispute, these matters are irrelevant.

When they walked to the other deck below, Makuchen spoke, his voice accompanied by the sound of their chirping footsteps.

"Serion, he stays with us because he is one of us."

More slaves are scattered in front of them—all in ragged clothes.

"Yes, right, since you said that."

Cyrion answered impatiently.

Seeing his attitude, Makuchen let out a low sigh.

"Ha, do you think he is not one of us, just because the sun will not hurt his eyes?"

Syrian shook the head.

"I don't want to argue, brother."

"I say so, but I am very sincere."

Makushen insisted:

"Talos also believes in this, becoming the eighth Legion means having a kind of concentration, a kind of calm concentration...that any cousin we killed doesn't have. You don't have to be born in a sunless world. To become one of us, you only need to understand the fear, enjoy applying it, and taste the salty urine smell that radiates on the skin of mortals. Simply put, just think like us, and Valer does it. ."

Serion glanced back at Valle, he tore the helmet's visor with lightning-like jagged tears.