The Emperor’s Angel of Death

On the peak of the battle group monastery, countless transport planes soared from the tarmac like crows leaving their nests.

The Storm Crow gunboat and the remaining Thunder Eagles formed a joint formation, forming a jagged shadow under the deep blue night sky.

Among them is the Valkyrie transport aircraft belonging to the auxiliary army of the battle group. Originally, this equipment was not in the armory of the Astral Knights battle group, but after arriving at Nathan IV, due to the planetary governor’s fascination with the battle group Enthusiastic support, and it happened that there was a batch in Xinggang's transshipment warehouse.

Although in principle they belonged to the Imperial Navy of Stormwind, after a brief report, these brand-new Valkyries were directly sent to the astral knights' armory.

Although this will arouse the navy's anger, the planetary governor has enough excuses.

The great astral knight is about to launch an expedition.

The twelve Valkyries on the tarmac had left, and the hangar became empty for an instant.

Only seven days have passed since Lord Magyar left, but the assembly of the war group's forces is nearing completion.

Those that hover far above the surface aircraft formations are the battle group fleet formations.

The slave workers of each warship have prepared the plasma engine perfectly in order to push the warship to the jumping point.

At this moment, each spaceship made a humming sound one after another-although only two warships were involved in the battle of the astral knights.

In the center of the assembly point, uniform gunboats are waiting to enter the cave-like hangar of a giant ship. This is the floating base of the battle group-Starfire.

Now it is hovering motionlessly in the void, dominating the starry sky as the leader of the herd dominates his own tribe, and in the other docks of Xinggang, several smaller warships are working overtime to build.

Like other warships of interstellar warriors, the Starfire was designed to do only one thing-to release an overwhelming, frightening anger from high-level orbits on those stubborn worlds.

This kind of work has been done many times, and the airborne capsules and torpedo launching arrays on the ship have been burnt to black during long periods of use.

On the tower of the battle group fortress, Soshyan witnessed that the final preparations for this assembly were about to be completed.

He could see the slender and elegant wakes left by the Thunder Eagle when it broke through the atmosphere and flew to the assembly point in space, and he could also see the "nesters" of the transport planes carrying the mortal auxiliary forces rushing into the sky like a swarm of bees.

Around him, the tactical display screen showed the position of each force, and all the forces that could be mobilized were slowly entering the battleship formation, including the combat robot army.

Soon, even he will board that flagship.

And these only forces in the battle group, all gathered in one place, all pointed to the same simple goal.

A familiar tremor awakened his genetically modified limbs.

The battle group may urgently need to grow and cultivate, but Soshyan always firmly believes that powerful fighters are tempered in the flames of war, and no matter how intense the training, they can't make up for the lack of actual combat experience.

Those recruits who came out of the Obsidian Fortress hadn't seen blood for a long time, which was not a good thing.

At this moment, his limbs and corpses are all rushing with blood, and he is ready.

They are Astarte, and they must not forget what they are best at.

Soshyang participated in this battle, in addition to dispelling the doubts of the neighboring battle group and gaining a reliable ally, he also wanted to remind all the fighters.

Suddenly, his peripheral vision saw a rune flashing at the door.

"Come in."

As Soshyan spoke, he looked away from the fleet.

When he turned around, seeing Barritaem strode into the room, the pharmacist's eyes flashed with anger.

"why?"

He questioned straightforwardly, and in the face of this almost rude behavior, Soshyang spread his hands.

"this is……"

"Tell me why."

Soshyan sighed and closed the door with a push of his finger.

"You know what we are doing. All of this needs to be kept secret. You are also an immortal."

Balitaem shook his head.

"Then let the battle group go to the battlefield without a pharmacist? Is this more important for you?"

"Only you can perform those operations. I can't give the recruits who are being reformed to Ford's care."

"But you allow him to participate in the operation."

"Because his technology can improve the survival rate of recruits, we must know that although it is only in the third stage, the death rate has exceeded 30%, and we cannot afford such a huge loss."

A hint of shame flashed across Barritaem's face.

"Then you can wait a while. When I come back from this battle, I can't miss the glory of participating in this operation! I can't give up looking after the fighting brother!

Soshyan shook his head.

"Now is the time to decide success or failure. Those children are the hope for the future of the warband, and I also need a smart mind to ensure that everything is normal in the monastery fortress. You don't have to go with us."

Balitaem roared, and Soshyan could detect the frustration that was constantly stacking in the pharmacist's body.

"Team commander, please, don't be like this."

The pharmacist insisted, the more he clasped his hand armor.

Soshyang's eyebrows were slightly raised, and Barritaem had always been obedient and gentle in his memory, and had never disobeyed orders.

"Pharmacist, you threaten me."

He said solemnly, with some sullen tone in his words~www.wuxiaspot.com~Balitaem was still set in place, his eyes fixed on Soshyan.

In the end, he lowered his eyes reluctantly.

"I personally watched them die struggling on the operating table."

The pharmacist murmured the truth.

"Those children...my skills are far from getting them through the storm. I even think that I am murdering them myself... I am afraid that they will continue to die, and I become more and more irritable."

After understanding all this, Soshyang looked at Balitaem carefully.

He knows this pharmacist very well, he is a pure and sexual warrior, a good man with blood and fearlessness.

But he still needs to understand that in this cruel galaxy, any sacrifice is acceptable-Soshyan already understands this.

"No, brother."

Soshyan put his hand on his shoulder.

"No one is more suitable for this role than you. You can feel uneasy about the candidate's death. This is enough to prove everything, but these are the prices we have to pay."

Afterwards, he repeated his experience in Setis.

"... Therefore, the necessary evil and the necessary good are part of our journey. You need to face them calmly, not escape."

After listening to Soshyan's story, Balitaem's expression changed from frustration to determination.

As the pharmacist's inner frustration subsided, Soshyan also relaxed.

"We have to watch for a good future, because we shoulder the heavy responsibility of rebuilding the battle group and even the legion.

Soshyan lowered his head and whispered:

"I can only trust you."

Balitaem looked back at Soshyan's eyes, and he accepted the arrangement.

"I understand."

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