The Emperor’s Angel of Death

After the storm, the stars are like diamonds scattered in the deepest darkness, and the destroyed fleet hangs upside down under their sparkling light.

The five fingers under his spotless gloves clenched tightly, and he had nothing to do except wipe his equipment.

I can't seem to do anything.

A cough dragged him back from self-pity and self-pity-back to the bridge.

To be honest, he didn't know which place was worse.

"grown ups?"

He took his face away from the desperate sight outside the window and went to talk to a man who was equally desperate.

A technical heresy, Neo Marco, is already three hundred years old, with few pieces of flesh on his body, but stubbornly retained his stinky face, and now looks extremely tired.

His mechanical prosthetic eyes were surrounded by deep rims on his pale skin-loose skin and dark lenses made a pair, making them look incredibly large on the semi-dark command deck.

The red and black robe was loosely wrapped around the body, the command panel behind the skull and the crumpled skin were squeezed together, and the original damaged mechanical arm was modified hastily-he looked like a sick person playing a dress-up game at first glance. The awkward little old man seemed to run out of the carving.

"Bishop Marco, I think you have another damage report to give me."

"Now it's the Sage Marko, my commander."

"What I said is what I said, everyone seems to have gained something, but I am still sitting on the wax, which is sighing."

"Your meeting with Ossi Bravo and Heller Renault will begin soon."

The technical heresy continued, neither humble nor arrogant, showing weakness in the Black Legion would kill people.

"Yes Yes."

"So go there?"

"Very well, what if I don't go?"

Marco didn't answer, he squeezed the tactile sensor on his fingertips, and cast a complete holographic image of Endless Rage on a nearby display screen.

The image was shaking in the air, and then it became almost stable.

A large number of projection lenses were destroyed, and various parts of the image flickered and disappeared in turn with the rotation.

"We estimate that it will take three more days before the main power system connected to Geller's position can be put into operation, my lord."

Ain Glaspel sighed loudly.

"This is great, I'm pretty sure I told you-you know what I mean is that I'm absolutely sure I told you until today."

Marco looked at the big soldier through his red glasses.

"Maybe it's really no fun, my lord, but the progress we have made is far beyond our most optimistic estimate. I'm talking about it in fifteen or nine days."

"Fear can drive people very well."

"The fear ends here. The reason why they performed well is thanks to my farsightedness and out-of-mind strategy."

Ain Glaspel stared at Marko.

"How do you say it, you old thing without X-Bar, I will kill you, I can kill you."

"Maybe so, but you won't."

"So, even you are starting to belittle me?"

The corner of Marco's eyes twitched, trying his best to keep the contempt from escaping from him.

"Of course not, but if you don't want this ship to be reimbursed as space junk within a few days, then don't try to plot against me."

The technical heresy replied, adding another sentence.

"Your Excellency Commander."

His arrogance made Ain Glaspel laugh, but he roared fiercely in the ears of others.

"So fast! I should really hold you tight! Maybe now, after being in this shabby place for so long, I don't care anymore, I will crush your head so I can have some fun..."

He raised his voice and shouted.

"now!"

Some of the sounds on the bridge fell silent, just a small part of the noise that once filled the place.

The surviving crew members had sunken eye sockets and looked tired. They glanced at the star warrior nervously.

Marco ignored the posture of the failed naval commander.

"Nothing on this ship is intact, my lord."

The technical heresy waved to the severely damaged side of the hull. The intact outline of Endless Rage was outlined with a green line, while the actual situation represented the actual situation in a soft red.

"The total loss of hull mass is 13%, the death rate of the crew is 70%, there is no one on the 13th deck, the weapon output is reduced by 80%, we have six times close to the reactor downtime, but we are still standing here, all of them My credit, if you think your life is very unhappy, mine is not at all."

"I'm so happy for you, Bishop."

"I am the technical sage of this ship, Captain Ain Glaspel."

"Ahhhh, you won, okay."

"Your attitude is based on my abilities, so if you are like rotten here forever, I advise you to kill me now."

Ain Glaspel smiled, but only for a short while.

This is both a concession to this **** old man and a self-deprecating one.

His image is probably not much better than a mutant.

"For three days, I think this is indeed good news."

He paused for a while, then reluctantly said:

"Good job, but it's too late."

Suddenly, a bell rang in his communicator, and a communications officer came over, sweating with fear all over his body.

He doesn't have the courage of Marko, so he tries not to talk to the star warrior, and only talks to the technical heretics~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The two adults are asking for a call. "

"Excellent! What mess is a mess, I can still talk to these two bastards!"

Ain Glaspel said to him:

"Take them in and encrypt the whole process. I don't want to be stunned and call the empire."

Soon, two faces appeared in the holographic image, crushing the endless resentment into a fuzzy ball of light.

Ossi Bravo, a former company commander of the Son of Horus and now the captain of the Holy Corrosion, was the first to speak:

"We are going to leave as we said before. Will you go with us?"

"I'm glad to meet you, brother."

Ain Glaspel sarcastically, and then looked at another person, Heller Renault, the captain of the Wild Howl, a former Alpha Corps company commander, now taking a gang to accept the Black Legion's employment.

"And you, man Renault."

"Good morning, Ain Glaspel."

The other party just nodded in greeting.

"are you ready."

Bravo repeated upset, his horse face always looked painful, even though he was more self-righteous than usual.

"In three days, my diligent, hardworking, and loyal technical sage said so."

"Then we have to leave you behind."

"Seventy-two hours, you can't wait to sell me? Three boats are better than two."

The two captains looked away from him. He thought they exchanged glances, and silently asked the other person who would give him a hand, although from his perspective, their projections seemed to be flirting.

As far as he knew, most of the time, such a glimpse would not bring good news.

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