God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 337

Salperton has lost his mind, he is holding his injured body with one hand, blood is dripping from the mutated arthropods below the waist, and the blood in his chest is blurry, and the oozing fluid is blurred. Wet his Battle Armor.

The rebellious soul drinker veterans gathered around him, forming an insurmountable wall with their flesh and blood, blocking the loyalists who were pursuing.

The priest Iktinos knelt beside Sarpeton and did a simple treatment.

"He is seriously injured. We must take him out of here. The battle here has been lost."

"No..."

Thar Perdong suddenly raised his head, his voice slightly like a gossamer.

"We did not fail..."

"Just received the news from the Gunhound that Astral Knight destroyed the Burning Wing, and now they have to choose to surrender."

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"We did not fail..."

The think tank curator just kept repeating this sentence.

Iketinos and Luke, the company commander of the fourth company, looked at each other in blank dismay, and then Luke shrugged.

"His head may be burnt."

Then he glanced behind him and said calmly:

"We must evacuate."

"But where are we going?"

At this moment,

Salperdon screamed sharply.

"Brookeback!"

Ichtinos also received the last communication after the Gun Hound at the same time.

"A hulk appears?"

He suddenly realized that he was nodded and switched to the internal communication channel of Chapter.

"Retreat, all retreat to the flight deck!"

He also sent an encrypted information encoding pulse to show that this command is authentic.

Then Luko put up one of Salperdon's arms, and Iktynos put up another. With their help, the think tank director reluctantly stood up.

"Can you still walk?"

Salperton gritted his teeth, but couldn't speak at all, and blood dripped from his lips.

After groaning for a while, he endured the pain and took the 1st Step and then the Second Step.

So the two dragged the limping think tank curator to leave, and the remaining veterans crowded behind them. This tragic civil war made everyone distraught.

"Don't go!!"

Angry roar, Soshian approached again, and at the same time, a large group of loyal soul drinker recruits also followed closely from behind, and moved forward The retreating compatriots shoot.

At this time, some of the veterans holding battle shields and jumping shields turned back, and the energy field on the shields crackled and deflected the incoming bullets.

The retreating insurgents also not to be outdone, shooting at those former comrades who tried to stop them.

Soon, a dozen more warriors fell.

After ten minutes of difficult retreat, the rebels finally reached the gate leading to the flight deck-that was their evacuation route.

A team of warriors was guarding the gate. They prepared a stretcher. The pastor and the fourth company commander immediately put down the think tank director, and then Ikhtinos ordered the gate to be closed.

Salperdon’s arms slid off their shoulders, and the coagulated blood and sealing foam on the purple armor were wiped everywhere.

After that, Iketinos looked back at the door, and the veterans behind the palace were also retreating.

Many warriors formed a semi-circle, pouring devastating hail to the enemy, trying to block the enemy to cover the companions behind the body protection-but it was soon under the wild attack of Saivita and Soshian Fallen.

In addition to these warriors who went to death generously, there are also a full twenty veterans trapped in the fire compartment next to the passage and surrounded by groups.

On the battlefield, both the loyalists and the defectors were howling, roaring, and roaring out their oaths and pain.

"We have to save them--"

Luke couldn't bear to leave behind the besieged warriors.

"We must retreat!"

The priest suddenly interrupted him.

"The fate of the soul drinker depends on us."

Lu 5ke was a little confused, his limbs trembling constantly because of everything he witnessed today.

"Hurry up, Luke."

"But—"

Luke couldn't stop watching the brothers who were being massacred, furious. Soshian is desperately slaughtering anything blocking him.

"Salperdon!!"

Soshian shouted, the voice was like a wounded wolf.

"Come over and face me!!!"

He grabbed the body of a soul drinker who had been killed by him from the ground, and headed it with a sword. Level cut off, and then the head was thrown like a grenade into the closing gate, among the soul drinker veterans.

"I will kill you with my own hands! I swear to the God Emperor with my soul!! You will never run away!!!"

The big head gu lu gu lu rolls out When he reached Luke's feet, he lowered his head and saw that the head's eyes were still glaring, and the blood-stained face was familiar to him.

"Graves!!"

Luke held up that head, his voice trembled. This is serving at the same time as him, and he has been a close friend of the War General for nearly two hundred years. One of Chapter's most precious batch of veteran non-commissioned officers.

However, he just died like this.

Luke looked up towards Soshian, and the other party also looked towards him in an instant. At the moment when their eyes met, the heavy steel door suddenly closed.

After temporarily leaving the pursuit, the remaining two hundred soul drinker veterans did not dare to stay anymore, and ran towards the hangar, those with parked Thunder Eagles and shuttles.

During this process, Salperdon was always in a coma.

Until he was put into Thunderhawk’s cabin.

In the flashing red warning light, the ramp of the cabin door was closed, and the air vents immediately discharged air to pressurize the cabin.

At this time, Salperdon finally woke up.

"Iktinos..."

He weakly called the priest's name.

"Iktinos!"

Iktinos was also completely exhausted, so he had to move to the think tank curator's side and put his hand on his chest .

"How is it?"

"Ichtinos..."

Salperton started muttering to himself.

"I was wrong, we were all wrong... I ruined Chapter... I ruined everything..."

"Salperdon?"

The think tank curator stretched out his weak hand and grabbed the priest's armor, his eyes were so sad.

"I shouldn't have done anything to Gorge."

"Now it's all in vain."

Ichtinos patted away angrily. The opponent's hand, at this time, a plasma chainsaw was burning at close range hu hu beside him, and Primaris Apothecary, who had been on the flight deck, was cutting the armor to heal his wounds.

"No, no, it wasn't in vain..."

Salperton showed a mocking smile, his teeth covered with blood.

"He talked to me, He talked to me again, He is guiding us...Guiding..."

His eyes are wilting again, and he seems to be in On the verge of coma.

"With whom? And what's on the hulk?"

Salperdon shook the head, and he remained awake.

"It's Him, it's Him who told me..."

He was trembling, breathing fast.

Just before he lost consciousness, he whispered:

"...God Emperor is guiding me."

Iktynos looked at the think tank The curator's drooping head suddenly shook the head, with only disgust and sarcasm in his eyes.

He still thinks that the God Emperor is guiding him.