God Emperor’s Angel of Death

The last batch of warriors of the 10th and 11th companies gathered in the war room of Echo of the Curse.

For seven hours, none of them moved, all staying around the prophets and war philosophers.

Occasionally, the warriors in the other fierce claws will speak and add their words to Talos' memories.

Finally, Talos slowly let out a long relaxed breath.

"Then you woke up."

Fearless made a kind of friction sound deep inside it, similar to the sound of a tank sliding gear.

Talos wants to know if this is equivalent to groaning, or cursing, or just clearing the noise when there is no throat to speak.

"You did a great job."

Talos almost flinched when he heard this sudden statement.

"I understand--"

Talos opened his mouth, purely trying to say something, anything.

"You seem surprised, do you think I will give birth?"

Talos is keenly aware that others are watching him.

"For the better, I want to kill you, and for the worst, I want to wake you up. Anyway, I didn't expect you to be angry."

Ma Carleon is the only person standing motionless in the room. Although the others are still standing there, they will change postures from time to time, or tilt their heads, or whisper between strong claws. chat.

In the eyes of others, Macarion is almost immortal in his silence, never breathing, never moving.

"No, what I really should kill is that nasty technology priest!"

He snarled, and Cyrion giggled at the end of the room, persuading Don't try to destroy Dieterion because of the trauma and painful resurrection of Macarion. It took the brothers and sisters for a long time.

For Talos, Dieterian has been humiliated by the failure of his resurrection ceremony-albeit in a subtle and unfeeling way.

"But..."

Talos didn't know how to finish.

"You have managed to keep us alive for so long without a commander, Talos, it’s a great decision to recover the Echo of the Curse. The only thing that surprised me was Spirit Race’s Appears."

Macarion fell into a brief silence, as if he was remembering something.

"According to me, their traps are meaningless. The only way to avoid it is to continue to live on the edge and do nothing. It has no effect on the galaxy."

" I can’t escape this trap. Van Jod is dead. I don’t have such a good commanding skill."

"No, you do more than Van Jod, even if you are not on the battlefield... Don’t use you. Instead of using your claws to fight and feel ashamed, you have planted the seeds of Legendary. The night falls on a hundred worlds, some will stay in silence for a few months. Some will be in subspace storms for many years. Disappear, some will never hear again, but there is no doubt that Imperium will find that the punishment they have released has taken their lives."

Talos smirked and tried to draw the topic from himself. open.

"You said Imperium would know what's going on here? I didn't dare to confirm, but Spirit Race at least knew it, their reaction was so fast, their wizard must have foreseen the future , I saw something in the wave of prophecy. I want to fight him, but my ability to foresee is not as strong as the other party. It can always be one step faster than me."

After listening, it is the first time for fearless mecha. Move, turn its waist axis, and look down at the gathered Midnight Lords.

"Does this bother you?"

A few people nodded and replied:

"Yes, company commander."

"I know what you are thinking now."

The night lords looked at their company commander. He was in that heavy body like a towering monument to commemorate a dedication. For the life of service.

"You don’t want to die, Spirit Race drove us into the last battle. You are afraid of the summon of the grave. You just want to escape, just want to live another day, just want to keep it at all costs His own life."

Lukofus in the Weeping Eye let out a hiss before speaking.

"You make us sound timid."

Macarion turned to Raptor, his armor joints rubbing.

"You have changed, the Small Captain of the Eleventh Company."

"Time will change everything, Macarion."

Raptor's head jerked Tilted to one side, the servo system of Power Armor let out a whine.

"We were the first people to climb the city wall during the siege of Tyra. Before we became the Eye of the Weeping Blood, we were all the blades of the 11th company. We were not cowards. We were the commanders of the tenth company."

"You forgot Legion's admonition, death is not worth mentioning compared to self-defense."

Raptor immediately made a harsh hoarse sound, equivalent to laughing.

"Nevertheless, death is still the ending I would rather avoid. We have accepted this instruction

I have the commandment, and do not plan to accept it again in our lifetime."

Fearless responded with a rumbling growl.

"If you are not taught twice, you will not learn your lesson! Stop complaining now,

Before we worry that everything is over, we will face these Xenos scum."

"It's really good that you are back, company commander."

Serion said suddenly.

"Then don't giggle like a baby."

Fearless replied.

"Talos, what is your plan? It's better to be grand, brother, I don't want to die a third time on anything disgraceful."

The few Legion soldiers who were together gave out a cold laugh.

"This is not a joke again!"

Macarion growled.

"Company commander, we didn't treat it as a joke."

After Markushen finished speaking,

The Prophet activated the tactical hologram.

Dense asteroids are scattered in the space above the projection table, and a beating rune in the center of the galaxy cluster shows the echo of the curse.

"We are safe now, in an asteroid group northwest of the storm Star Domain."

Macarion made a grinning sound again.

"Why are we in the Storm Star Domain? If you want to return to the Great Eye, you don’t need to pass by here."

Lukovers made a gesture to the hologram, one A symbol of gang contempt.

"We didn't understand either, but the Prophet was very determined to change the course, so we plunged into the arms of those Xenos bitches, as if we had entered a brothel full of mutant freaks. "

Sirion cleared his throat.

"Prophet, can you tell us at this time?"

Under everyone's stare, Talos hesitated for a moment, then whispered:

"There is a voice, a voice that appeared in the preview, very familiar, but I can't remember who it is, he summon I came to the storm Star Domain... I believe in the preview, and I believe there is a way out here, Spirit Race can Predicting where we are, it will certainly not let us easily return to the Eye of Greatness."

"Ha, it is foresight again."

Lukovus screamed , But was immediately interrupted by Macarion's roar.

"Enough, shut up first!"

Then he turned to Talos.

"You have worked hard, soul hunter."

"How many times do I have to drag you out of the grave and tell you not to call me like that again?"

"In addition to this, what else did you see or hear."

Talos then entered another set of coordinates, the hologram was zoomed out, and the zoom showed a planet itself, as well as Many other flashing runes show more surrounding world.

"This is the Nathan Galaxy, very close to us. The voice told me the name of this galaxy."

"Where is the territory of Imperium?"

"Yes, strictly speaking, we are now in the hinterland of the Imperium territory. We may be spotted by Imperium at any time, and then be surrounded by heavy troops. According to the information we captured on the long-range communication channel, at least five running dogs of the false emperor Chapter is active in a nearby galaxy."

As soon as this was said, there was a sound of breathing around.

"This will be really exciting."

Serion muttered.

"So you are going to let us smash into the stomach of Imperium and have a good time?"

"Company commander, this is not easy. The enemy fleet is gathering on the outskirts of the battlefield. , They prevented us from entering the galaxy, now they seem content to wait, but that's it... the lasso is tightened, and they drive us back every time we try to run forward, they know we have no choice but to fight, We have nowhere to go."

"Not necessarily."

Macarion suddenly made a subtle voice.

"That person...Since he called you here, it means that we have not gone to a dead end."

Macarion loudly said:

"Let's make a leap, give everything to the subspace."