God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Septims listened to the rumbling sound of the engine, and there is nowhere for him more comfortable than where he sits now-the familiar Thunderhawk gunboat pilot Driver's seat.

Valle sat in the passenger seat, still not wearing a helmet, staring into the distance.

Sometimes Primaris Apothecary absently extends the hand and strokes his pale lips with his thumb, sinking into thought.

"Septims."

When he spoke, the engine was warming up.

"My lord?"

"How likely is the probability of us reaching the ground of Nathan 6 without being discovered?"

How could Septims Guess it out.

"I don't know anything about Spirit Race, my lord, I don't know their scanning technology."

Valier is obviously still upset.

"The Diablo is very small. Use these advantages to get close to the planet."

Septims checked the convex door in front, except for the gunboat and some Dietrian insisted Apart from the essential equipment, there is almost no space in the cabin of the shuttle.

Even Thunder Eagle is full of important relics from the Hall of Reflection, and there is no extra space for more crew members.

Without time to talk to Ottavia, Septims can only send a short voice message to her private room, and he hardly knows what to say.

How to tell her that he might die below?

What can convince her that Dieterian will protect her once they reach the Eye of Greatness?

In the end, he could only mutter in an awkward tone as usual, mixed with a low-gothic mixed accent.

He tried to tell her that he loved her.

This is hardly an elegant expression of emotion.

But she didn't answer, and he didn't even know if she had received this message-maybe it was the best result.

Septims triggered the launch button, closed the booster valve, and slammed the blast door behind him.

"We are sealed and ready."

Valle still seems to be not paying attention, he is still thinking.

"Let's go."

Septims gripped the control lever tightly, felt a tingling in his skin, and the engine roared more intensely.

He took a deep breath and led the gunboat out of the narrow hangar, and then flew into space.

"No offense, my lord, but have you considered that you might be wrong?"

Septiously asked Skinner.

"I mean, Talos survives the probability?"

Primaris Apothecary nodded.

"I thought about it, slave, this kind of probability is another thing that interests me."

Through the heavy glass in the cockpit, Septims Seeing that the Echo of the Curse had been completely destroyed, its wreckage hugged the orbital station, and the two sides were twisted, rotated, and destroyed together.

That used to be his "home", but now it is just a ruin in the sky.

He has no hope of how many living people there are.

Septims is looking for suitable contact points, speed is the most important, but he must avoid a lot of structure fragments, and try to hide in their shadows.

inside.

Apart from this, he also cautiously didn't push the engine too hard, lest the Spirit Race battleship stationed on the high-altitude orbit has the ability to detect their existence through the heat signal.

They only flew for ten minutes, and Valer closed his eyes and shook his head gently and suspiciously.

"We have been attacked."

Skinner said softly, not specifically targeting anyone.

The sound of footsteps from behind forced Septim

Spullied his neck and looked back from his shoulders, the gunboat reacted to his wagging attention and suddenly released Slow down.

Through the camera, he saw Ottavia's three entourage standing at the door leading to the closed cockpit.

He recognized Verri at once, and the other two were probably Herrenknecht and Foley.

Their hands are bandaged in ragged clothes, which means that their appearance is completely blocked.

Sexitims looked back at the windshield, and slowly passed the gunboat around another larger piece of metal plate fragments, and smaller pieces of metal continuously hit the hull.

"Did you get on the boat before we left?"

"Yes."

One of the men replied.

"Did she send you here?"

Septims was a little puzzled, not knowing the purpose of Ottavia's doing this.

"We obey the mistress."

That may be Herrenknecht’s answer. To be fair, they actually sound the same, and the voice is not always the same.

is to make it easier to distinguish them.

Valle’s sickly blue eyes have been staring at Verray. This attendant wears a thick cloak. Although she is wearing goggles, her face and arms are His bandage was loose, exposing the pale skin underneath.

"This kind of deception can fool an impartial mechanical bishop."

Valle then slowly said:

"But almost tried the same to me It's sad and ridiculous."

Valerie laughed, began to untie the bandage, and let go of his hands.

Septims looked back adventurously.

"Keep flying."

Valle looked at him one after another, his eyes full of threats.

"Focus on your responsibilities."

Half a minute later, Verri finally put down his baggage and threw away his heavy cloak.

She stretched her hand to her face, took off her goggles, and checked whether her headscarf was fastened.

"You will not leave me alone on the broken ship with the mechanical monster."

Ottavia’s voice made Septimus almost Jump up on the chair.

"I'll go with you."

With the guidance of the navigator, Septims was a little uneasy, but he avoided all possible searches in Spirit Race. They crossed the atmosphere and reached the surface of Nathan-6.

This is a barren time, there is not much vegetation, only the turbid sea and the mountains with bare rocks.

The prison Talos and the others chose was the most precarious one among the many mountains.

The first person to spot Thunder Eagle approaching was Lukovus.

He was devouring the flesh and blood of the dead eighth Legion warrior.

Lucfors is not ashamed of the feast, just like the eighth Legion searches the body of the slain, the bloody eyes are also searching for flesh and blood.

He knows if Talos or other who saw him tearing apart Brother’s body and eating the meat inside, what attitude would they have, they would probably treat it so generously

This matter, but according to the current state of affairs, it seems to be irrelevant.

Lucfors carefully preserved their base while eating.

Because of the seeds, he took out the fleshy lymph nodes and stored them in one of the thighs. In the freezer jar.

At this time, the sky is raining heavily.

Raptor swallowed the dead in the rain, lifting the head from time to time, his bare face stinging in the strange wind.

He is waiting for the arrival of Spirit Race and is no longer interested in underground hunting.

He is not even sure why he wants to take away the Gene-seed of the Weeping Eye. Perhaps even in the face of death, this is a strong tradition.

Suddenly, he heard the engine sound of the gunboat, his instinctive reaction was nervous.

When he turned to face the louder and louder sound, his paws began to move, without the visual cycle of the helmet, his vision was damaged in the distance.

Lukefors was about to get his helmet when Thunder Eagle stopped on top of his head and sprayed the engine stream down, spraying grey water on the edge of the prison tower.

When the ladder opened, Lucfors stared blankly, not surprised at the silhouette that fell from the sky.

The silhouette landed steadily with a bang, and then turned to the gunboat.

"I'm down, landing on the battlements, far away from any Spirit Race ground troops, you can run away, you can go wherever you want, this is all I ask for you, thank you for helping me through the end This journey, if there is a chance in the future, I will repay you."

The gunboat did not answer the pilot. The Thunderhawk began to tilt, the propeller flashed, and then disappeared into the rain.

After speaking, he turned his head and looked towards Raptor.

"Lucfors of the Weeping Eye."

"Skinner Valer."

Lucfors put his helmet back In the same place, re-fixed the demon mask on his face.

"You look like a drowned corpse."

Valle is not familiar with this Raptor, but has heard of them.

"I know what I look like, why are you here?"

Valiel's eyes moved in the dark prison.

"Because of a fool's wish, where is Talos?"

Lukofus gestured with his paws, bending his fingers.

"Underneath."

As they were talking, Thunder Eagle had moved away from the planet's surface at the highest speed, passed through the atmosphere, and returned to the void.

The release of Dieterian, who was missing from the navigator, could only make the shuttle wait in place.

After such a thrilling turn, Septimus and Ottavia won the right to survive as always, although only temporarily.