God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"He is not from Nastrom."

Maku Shen, who had never laughed before, actually laughed.

"Almost half of the people selected by our Primarchs are of Terran origin, Cyrion, do you remember the moment when a company of Savita fell? Do you remember the black guards because they refused to serve Sa? Haar serves and is divided into several piles? I have so many examples, think about it carefully."

"I respect Sahar very much."

"Me too ."

Makushen agreed.

"Although I have no feelings for him, I respect him. Even if the black guard is in the game

Weta disbands after his death, we also know their resistance to Sahar It is not only due to simple prejudice... Some of the first company is Terra, they are the oldest Legion warrior at that time, even Malek is also Terra, it is much more complicated than the world where Sahar was born, but For most of us, it doesn’t matter whether you are from Terra, Nastrom, or born in any other world."

Mark pointed his eyes deeply. .

"No matter what world we were born in, Gene-seed can make our eyes black, and we split with the disappearance of Primarch.

This is probably also every Legion’s Fate...So we are a warrior with a common cause, a shared heritage and an ideology."

"It's not that simple."

Serion still refuses to waver .

"Valle's eyes are not black, he has the Gene-seed of the Red Pirate in his throat and chest."

Marcus shook his head Shen.

"Brother, I am surprised that you still hold this kind of prejudice for a long time, as you wish, because our discussion is over."

But Cyrion didn't intend to end it at this time. He crossed a barrier and fell onto a platform ten meters down, with his brothers following behind.

"Tell me about it."

His voice is not so sharp now.

"Why refused to follow Sahar for a while?"

Maku gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.

"I hardly have the opportunity to talk to any of them. This does not seem to be

because Sahar has any flaws as a substitute for Saivita, and more importantly No one can be worthy of a true company commander...

No one can match him. The black guards refused to serve other leaders after Saivita’s death, because Saivita took them Created into that look, a brother society united by brother’s friendship, blood, and responsibility that cannot be broken by any other means."

"Yes, I still remember the first time I saw you When it comes to the situation of a company commander, he is an interesting and charming person, but unfortunately I am not qualified to join the black armor."

"His death is our greatest loss, just like Legion after the death of the original body. No one can truly be a commander. This is not the way we should go. I am afraid that we will not follow the Primarch for our own future... We have experienced 10,000 years of changes, wars, distortions, pain and Struggling hard."

Valle leaned over and his backpack collided with the bulkhead, making a harsh metal rubbing sound.

"Prince Saivita of the ravens, I have heard of him."

Primaris Apothecary asked with curiosity:

" Saivita Are you dead?"

Everyone snickered and snorted, but no one paid any attention to him. The remnants of the first fierce claws moved on, deep into the shadow of their home.

Talos on the bridge, watching the wake of the torpedo moved towards the orbital station and flew away.

In the past, he might be amazed at the power he learned to hold, but now he is just watching it silently.

But he knew that trifling several cyclone torpedoes were not enough to break through the tight orbital defensive firepower, but they could attract the attention of defenders.

"I want to hear screams."

The prophet stared and said.

"Yes, Master."

The female correspondent adjusted the bridge's speakers to project the auditory effect of Dietrian's interference field.

Sure enough,

This voice matches its name very well.

For an instant, the air was filled with howls of audio resonance.

It was a hateful organic sound, and under the torment of furious screams and roars, the voice of a lonely person added fuel to the fire.

This technical expert is extremely proud of designing interference projection equipment, and Talos is grateful for it.

Scream makes it easier to hunt enemy ships in the cold void.

In spite of this, it also has a huge shortcoming-the power consumption is very serious.

'Scream' can hide them from the blindness of their prey, but every Generator on the ship is providing electricity for it, and they can’t fire their energy weapons anymore, they can only use half The speed of crawling.

They can't even raise the Void Shield.

Talos wants to know what happened on the enemy's bridge, but what is certain is that their system must have been overwhelmed by screams.

Will those Xenos panic?

Maybe, maybe not.

The victory comes from a change in the nature of the game. Talos knows this well and cheats without the slightest hesitation.

The scream blinded the enemy's eyes. They could not continue to follow the curse echo in a short time, nor could they intercept the torpedoes flying towards the orbital station.

But screaming cannot affect orbital stations that are far away, or it cannot completely affect it, let alone controlling it now is probably a group of evil Xenos wizards, they must have a way to shield the impact of screaming .

But they can't ignore the huge might of the cyclone torpedo.

Sure enough, one minute after the torpedo happened, the orbital station originally attacked the firepower of the curse echo, and instead began to intercept all the torpedoes.

"Stop the screaming."

Talos ordered immediately.

"Raise the Void Shield, activate the weapon, and move forward at full speed!"

The echo of the curse trembled through space, and made a short leap under the operation of the navigator.

The result of this transition was very successful, and the Echo of the Curse reached the high orbit of Nathan-6 accurately, which was a weak corner of defensive firepower.

But this transition also brought them completely into the planet's gravitational trap. There is still a Spirit Race fleet glare like a tiger watching his prey around them, and they only have a moment of respite.

Talos quickly summoned the tactics of the first fierce claw back to the bridge.

"Nathan VI should be a prison world of Imperium."

Talos focused on the hologram, and this flashing image shows the planet's South Pole.

The topography of the area, and some architectural outlines.

The first fierce claws gathered together either remained silent or shook their heads.

"Those prisons can almost be called fortresses."

"Are you going to let us down to the ground?"

Macarion made a dull voice .

“That’s the case, the company commander. The scan of the ornithoscope shows that the prison is very large. They extend to all directions.

Several kilometers, there are also maze-like underground parts. Unaffected by the orbital strikes, fight according to our rules. If Spirit Race wants our heads, welcome them to the dark... We will hunt them like they hunt us."

"But how long can we stay there?"

Lukovers asked, his voice very hoarse.