God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Ditrian’s built-in processor reminded of Calad’s facial features, service records, and every modification of his Battle Armor in the past three hundred years in a heartbeat.

"Thank you very much, your information is very useful for improving the situation, so where is Talos of the First Talon?"

"The First Talon is fighting the enemy in Hall One , What's the matter?"

"I have found and resolved the flaws in the function of the void shield, I now need the captain's order and guards, come—"

Karad Suddenly, his voice link broke down, and then his voice dispersed in a fierce howl, and then there was another movement of a heavy object falling.

Ditri's heart tightened and realized that something was wrong.

"Carad? Carad of the Sixth Claw?"

Soon, another voice took over.

"This is the Faroven of the Sixth Claw. We are retreating from the landing port! Anyone who is still panting in the stern area, gather with us in the new black market."

" What I just talked to was—"

"For the sake of the gods, you can shut up first, bishop! The Sixth Claw is retreating, and Karad and Yetus are down. ."

Another voice intermittently responded.

"Farovan, this is Xia Kurus, confirm again if Karad has fallen."

"I saw it with my own eyes, these screaming Xenos bitches He chopped off his head."

Ditrian listened to the conversation of the Legion warriors as they defended, and Dietrian finally decided to solve the matter by himself.

He traversed the chaotic deck through a concealed maintenance tunnel and reached the third damaged launch tower.

This one was nearly 500 meters away from the first one, like a pile of molten metal fragments, the cracked fragments almost pierced into the scorched shell of the ship.

Because of the impact of the enemy's landing equipment, the hull of the ship under our feet is more like a desert of eroded steel.

For the first time in several decades, Dieterian has had a feeling of despair. This emotion is too strong and abrupt. This emotion can be traced back to when he was an ordinary mechanical priest. It may only be produced from his defective organs.

"Lakuna Absolutus."

He started contacting his assistant.

"My lord?"

"Take the last crew to the last damaged spire. I will take care of this myself."

Lakuna ·Absolutus stood beside his master, his own red hood trembling in the empty vacuum environment, his face with a chrome-plated visor of Gutera type, expressionless, making it impossible to judge him idea.

His voice seemed to come from a coin-sized sound film sewn in his throat.

"Understood, but how do you deal with this, my lord?"

Dietrian smiled, because he always laughs. In this event, his character makes He has no other options.

"You heard your mission, let's go."

Suddenly, he shuddered when he received the message from the cabin.

"no!"

The mechanical bishop finally completely lost control of emotions and roared loudly.

"This bunch of dead Xenos bastards!"

"My lord?"

"Damn! The engine stopped.

"My lord, and the Void Shield--"

A new voice came from the channel linked to him,

"--It was declining. "

When Dietrian was in sorrow, the lower deck was even more uneven.

Lukofus, with the Weeping Eye, did not treat himself like his hunting herd. Limited to the deck.

Although he cannot run as he used to, his actions are now more agile and amazing, completely like that four-legged wild race.

His The hands and feet hit the grille of the deck with a beastly rhythm, like an ape, or a wolf, a warrior that has not looked like a human for many years-but he has never thanked Imperium for genetic modification, and later Space upgrade.

Most of the eighth Legion’s warriors believe that Lucifers may have the strongest will to survive among his brothers. He refuses to die for their cause, and refuses to die for their cause. Hold your ground in a hopeless battle, not to mention that he is not suitable for fighting in open spaces.

He is not going to die yet, so let his brothers embrace this senseless madness. He uses An extremely rational principle to enjoy his life-although it is distorted.

So when he escapes from the battlefield, he is not ashamed.

Because of his right An urgent need for self-protection, the thruster on his back spewed out a thin cloud of cold smoke.

The thruster was very efficient and burst into flames, pushing him into the air.

Now he only needs a space to jump and lie in ambush on the echo of the curse of dying. This is not a very loyal intention.

In the news, the first strong claw is still reprimanding The retreat of the Raptors.

"Let them complain. "

Worasa chuckled, his laughter degenerated into a contemptuous si si sound.

Both of them were close to the ceiling when they ran away, the others were in the past. After months of sharp decline to the end, the remaining stubborn and most ferocious survivors of the Weeping Eye ran away on the walls and gates.

The ship trembled again, Lu Covers must use his limbs to attach to a piece of metal to avoid being thrown off.

"No. "

Suddenly, he stopped.

"Wait a minute. "

The eyes of weeping blood paused synchronously, and the hunting group hung upside down beside the leader silently: a short meeting began in a three-dimensional space.

Worasa tilted his helmet, It looks like a bird, and each of their demonic masks is sprayed with two rows of tears.

"What's wrong?" what happened? "

"You go. "

Lukofus gave his order with an excited scream.

"Retreat to the second hall and reinforce the fourth claw. "

Their muscles are tightened by their instinct to obey orders.

"What about you? "

Worasa asked back, but his leader only howled silently, like a rotting crow, and then he turned to him on the way they came.

The Eyes of Weeping Blood looked at each other as their leader leaped into the corridor, running along the ceiling.

Instinct drove them-the hunting group either hunted side by side or did nothing.

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"Go! "

Lucfors urged them on the channel.

In the silent silence, they reluctantly obeyed.

"Fuck. Do it! "

Ditrian has never been able to spin himself at such a high speed, even if it is still dragged down by the slow logic algorithms in his body.

He has deployed four auxiliary arms, activates and lets them Stretch out from his back.

These replicas based on his arms, each holding a square block of data, and integrating them into a protective chain.

Mechanical Bishop cannot trust the speed and precision of the servants at this moment, and the task of driving them to assist in the maintenance here more effectively falls on Dietrian’s own shoulders.

The four slaves are in his hands. His data controller responded to the slight movements, and each of their twitches and breathing were driven by his will.

During a period of pathological twitches common to lobectomy patients, the machine servants will The main beam was lifted into place and sealed with welding rod, and then committed to rebuilding the destroyed external power spire.