God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Can’t let her go."

Talos took a deep breath, his lungs and ribs were brutally crushed, but his mouth kept smashing Muttering.

The gray floated in from his line of sight, but he didn't even look at it.

His fingers are completely numb, one hand is placed on the broken breastplate, and it falls on the broken eagle that has been polished by the rain, while his other hand is leaning down. Blast gun on the ground.

Then the Prophet locked the weapon on his thigh with his numb hand, and slowly inhaled the cold air into the lungs that he didn't want to breathe. The bleeding gums stained his teeth pink.

"I have to chase her."

After a moment of silence, another indifferent voice responded to him.

"Don't be stupid."

"Ha."

Talos let the rain of blood wet his upturned face, strangely, then A moment of kindness convinced Soshian that they could talk like that in the tragic reality.

Soshian wearing a terminator looks down at Talos.

Talos felt that the complete eagle emblem on the opponent's chest was too dazzling.

The prophet struggled to stand up, holding a Broken Sword in his hand, and began to move, trying to cross the battlements made of black stone.

"She killed my brother, I am going to chase her."

Talos first came to the place where Cyrion was lying.

Phoenix lord’s throwing darts barely left Cyrion’s chest. The black flame swallowed most of his bones and the organs below.

The prophet cautiously took off Cyrion’s helmet, which is not only a respect for the dead, but also a respect for his own trauma.

When Cyrion's hand grabbed his wrist, Talos blinked.

His brother's black eyes rolled in his eye sockets, and he couldn't see anything, and tears fell on his panel like lightning.

"Usas--"

Serion said vaguely, a lung trembling in his bare chest, and a heart still beating weakly.

"I am Talos, Uthas is dead."

"Usas."

Syrion is still talking about people who have already died. name.

"I hate you, I will always hate you...but I'm sorry, brother, I don't want to be that way."

"brother."

Talos Moving his hand in front of Cyrion's eyes, there was no response, and the opponent was completely blind.

"Talos?"

Finally, seeming to realize who is next to him, Cyrion grabbed his hand and held his arm tightly.

"I'm here, match."

"Well...it's good, I don't want to die alone."

Syrion leans against Talos On the shoulders, the body curled up into a ball, and then relaxed.

"Don't take my Gene-seed."

He stretched out a hand to touch his eyes.

"I...I think I'm blind. This is the most terrifying darkness."

Serion then wiped the corners of his mouth.

"You won't recycle my Gene-seed again, will you?"

"No."

"Then don't let Valier take over , Don’t let him touch me."

"I won’t."

"Okay...it’s good, what you said about this war, I like it They, but don’t pass on my genes, I'm... fed up with the war..."

"I heard."

Syrion swallowed It took three drools to speak again.

"I know you hate us, because we are all damn people, you hate Legion, hate us, I know... I always know."

In any case, Talos said nothing about it.

"I will avenge you."

"That's good...very good."

Sirion grinned—laughing, bleeding , His body began to twitch.

Talos hugged him tightly, motionless, his arms trembling, unable to speak a word.

In the end, Cyrion filled the silence as usual.

"I'm going to die, everyone else in First Lie Claw is dead, so..."

He gasped slowly and said that sentence. A mantra that must be said every time he meets Talos.

".....brother..... Are you... okay?"

Talos hugged him without saying a word and waited The comrade in his arms swallowed his last breath before lightly closing Cyrion's eyes.

Then he stood up and limped towards the direction where Lord Phoenix had disappeared.

Suddenly, his tall silver-gray figure stopped him.

"Stop, you have to follow us."

"Go away."

The Prophet gave a threatening growl.

"Otherwise I will kill you right away."

"Then you can try."

Talos lifts the head and stares at the dark eyepiece.

"Another hero, do you want my head? Then come and get it yourself."

After a second of silence, the two shot at the same time.

After the peng sound, Talos flew upside down and slid on the ground for five or six meters before stopping. There was a 30 cm deep depression in his chest, and the traces of his fist were faintly visible on it.

And Soshian looked down at the scratch on the eagle emblem on his chest, which was left by the opponent's Broken Sword.

"cough cough...If you think you can kill me, you have to work harder."

After coughing two big mouthfuls of blood, Talos struggled again Got up.

Soshian went one step further.

"Talos Varkolan, don't force me to kill you. I will not have any psychological burden on this, traitor."

"hahaha ....... You think you can kill me, then come, I’m destined to die here, it’s not her, that’s you!"

Talos' laughter gradually fell silent, and he was as stiff as a walking corpse Turned around and looked at Saivita, who was holding a motionless spirit spear.

As long as he thinks a little bit, he can immediately guess that the former company commander came down with these Imperium running dogs.

What this means is self-evident.

"I don’t understand, for a company commander, you used to be so proud. Your slogan to kill the false emperor is so exciting, why..."

Speaking, the Prophet could no longer support him, and fell on his knees.

But even so, he squeezed the last bit of strength and roared hoarsely.

"Why! Why abandon us! Why betray us! Have you forgotten the blood shed by the original body!?"

Suddenly, Talos only saw a flash, etc. When the line of sight was clear, Savita was already standing in front of him.

Prince the crows looked down at him in an imposing manner. Behind the scarlet eyepieces, there was a line of sight that could penetrate the soul.

"You don't know anything."

"You—"

Before the words fell silent, Talos felt that his head sank, and the whole person Fainted.

"I will leave the rest to you."

Savitar threw the spirit spear that had just hit Talos' head to Soshian, and then single-handed Talos who was paralyzed on the ground. He lifted it up, threw it on his shoulders, turned and walked towards the Thunder Eagle, which had been parked, while Macarion limped behind him.

Soshian took the spirit spear and glanced around all around, realizing that this mess is really a bit difficult to clean up.

Suddenly, he noticed Primaris Apothecary Valer sitting on the edge of the wall. The opponent seemed to be seriously injured, but he did not die.

"Don't...throw me down."

Aware of Soshian's gaze, Valer immediately panted and crawled over.

"I will not die, nor can I die. You need a prophet, and a prophet needs me."

He humbledly said to Soshian:

"I The blood flow has been stopped, the risk of sepsis and other infections has been eliminated, artificial skin and armor sealant have been used, and at the same time—"

"Shut up, traitor."

Soshian slowly raised his arm. He was tired of containing these traitors. The prophet was his last bottom line. He wouldn't want one more traitor.

"Soshian, don't kill him first."

Sol suddenly pressed his arm.

"He is still useful."

"Okay..."