God Emperor’s Angel of Death

As the highest priority target, Dietrian’s shuttle is the first escape device to leave the Echo of the Destroying Curse.

Slave and bishop, as well as 24 servants and crew members in robes, are watching the holographic projection that serves as a tactical map and eyeball display.

Different from the holographic image of the Echo, Dietrian's image flashes bright and intelligent from time to time, making Septimus' naked eye painful.

Fortunately, after his bionic device started to run, the pain disappeared, and it also helped solve some flickering interference.

Until then, Septims realized that this is a designed projection that can be seen by false eyes.

The ship is round and round, like a swollen beetle, but it is covered with defensive turrets, and almost three-quarters of its length is given to the drive engine and the subspace engine.

The bulkhead separates these areas of the spaceship from the habitable area. Septims saw several mechanical priests entering and leaving the engine deck wearing ventilation masks.

The whole ship was squeezed into a madness.

In order to make room for the ship’s armor, weapon system and propulsion system, each tunnel is a narrow aisle, and each cabin is a short box with basic systems and enough The space is for one operator.

The command deck is the most spacious place in the ship. Even so, if there are eight people present at the same time, there is no more place to move.

Septims watched the spaceship logo rune beating on an asteroid, hiding here to avoid Xenos' scanning.

On the flashing watermark screen, the rune that represents the echo is just a small dot in a pile of angry signals.

"Echoes are coming, and they will succeed."

Septims just finished speaking and heard footsteps behind him, then turned his head.

Primaris Apothecary Valler walked in, his armor joints making noise with every movement.

"Tell me what happened."

Primaris Apothecary asked,-calm as always.

"Spirit Race doesn't seem to know we are here."

Septims' eyes returned to the holographic screen.

"I didn’t ask Spirit Race, tell me about the Echo of the Curse, stupid mortal."

Septims laughed graciously to hide his embarrassment, after all His mistake is too obvious.

"They will succeed, Lord Valer."

Primaris Apothecary has no sense of the use of honorifics, just like Septims has used it many times or never Like having used honorifics, such a thing didn't make any sense to him.

Valier knows what Septims is talking about success.

Cursed the Echoes must die.

"Should I assume that we are leaving soon?"

Primaris Apothecary turned to the mechanical bishop and asked softly.

Di Trian nodded, trying his best to imitate the movement of humans on the neck.

But the design of the neck did not bend in this subtle way. Something was locked on the top of his spine. He had to take some time to relax the spine connection.

"Said."

Valiel walked to where Septimus was standing, and observed the hologram for himself.

"What's that?"

He pointed to another rune symbol.

"That..."

Septims walked to the helmsman's console and tapped a few buttons to adjust the holographic display.

"...Imperium's orbital defense station."

Valiel did not speak, which is not surprising to Septims.

Primaris Apothecary's pale blue eyes blinked, and when he looked at the holographic image of the broken orbital station, the curse echo was already close at hand.

He leaned down to enlarge the picture.

"This is a particularly satisfying killing."

"Yes, my lord."

Valle glanced with those restless eyes Gives Septims a glance.

After serving for the eighth Legion for nearly ten years, Septims often thinks that nothing can shake his courage, but it seems that Valle’s eyes seem to be a rare exception.

"What's wrong with you?"

Primaris Apothecary asked.

"Your heart rate has increased, and you are exuding a low-energy excitement."

Septims tilted his head toward the screen.

"I spent most of my adult life working for Legion. Without these, I don't even know who I am."

"Yes, yes, it’s really amazing Fascinated."

Primaris Apothecary turned to Dieterian again.

"Mechanical bishop, there is one thing that can relieve my boredom. I want to listen to the communication of Spirit Race. Can you intrude into their signal?"

"Of course. "

Ditrian unfolded his two auxiliary legs, letting them arch over his shoulders to work on a separate console.

"But I don't have the ability to translate the pronunciation of the Spirit Race language."

This caused Valler's laughter.

"Really? I thought you would be smarter."

"—A mechanical bishop is more urgent than the unlucky Xenos mumbling tricks. Things to deal with."

"No need to be angry."

Valle gave a short smile, although it was fake.

"I can speak several Spirit Race dialects, if I can, just listen to the signal."

Before pulling the last lever, Dietrian paused. .

"Can you explain-your mastery of foreign languages."

"There is nothing to explain, noble bishop. I don’t like ignorance. When the opportunity for learning appears, I will Will catch it."

He looked at the robe-robed mechanical cultist.

"Do you think the red pirates only fight the corrupt Imperium? No, we have fought the Spirit Race countless times, and there are no prisoners in the middle. Guess who obtained information from them through torture. "

"I understand."

Dietrian accepted the answer and tried again to pretend to be nodded.

His spine is made of various precious metals, plus pieces of ceramics, making a clicking sound with movement.

When Dietrian held the joystick, the bridge was immediately flooded with Xenos's whispers and was distorted by the distorted crackling sound.

Valle said a word of thanks, and then turned his attention back to the holographic screen.

Septims stood with him, his attention alternated between the gradual battle and Valle's pale face.

"Don't look at me anymore."

Valiel said it after a minute.

"You are getting more and more annoying."

"I'm sorry, my lord, but what is Spirit Race talking about?"

Valier After listening for another half a minute, it seemed that he didn't care too much.

"They talked in three-dimensional space and compared the actions of warships to ghosts and wild beasts in the sea. All of these are very poetic, but they are unremarkable and worthless. There are no reports of casualties. , No Spirit Race captain screamed when their souls were lost."

Septims suddenly understood what Valler was really listening to.

The first claw is right, Valier is indeed a member of the eighth Legion, no matter where his Gene-seed comes from.

"Wait."

Primaris Apothecary suddenly screamed, then fell silent again.

The background is still full of Spirit Race whispers, Septims took a deep breath and asked:

"They are—"

Valer glared at him-eyes calmed him down, Primaris Apothecary's pale eyes narrowed-watching intently.

The mechanical bishop crossed his arms in front of his chest and waited, hoping for an explanation, but hardly expected it.

"Wait."

Valiel finally spoke. He closed his eyes to better focus on Xenos' words.

"Something is wrong."