The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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He woke up from his dream screaming and opened his eyes abruptly.

For a moment, he thought he was blind.

Yan Han stole his eyes, and then the cold armor pulled him back to reality from the distant past.

He felt very cold, as if a dream had become a reality, wrapped in a chilly memory.

The hard ice blocks the eye lens on the helmet, and the ever-changing light brings haze-the ice is pink, and it is made of blood mixed with snow and condensed.

The pulse signal of the warning rune flickered at the corner of the eye, and the dim red was slowly beating.

Warning, in a complete vacuum environment.

Warning, the armor is damaged.

Warning, gravity is 0.

Damage assessment.

Armor power is low.

He didn't remember where he was, or how to survive when the power armor was close to destruction.

He blinked an eye to try to refocus his thoughts, and his body's sensation was recovering-painful feedback came back from his right leg, but his left hand never responded to the call of the soul, as if swallowed by a black hole, his tongue was full of metal rust.

But he is still alive, which is enough.

In a vacuum, he tried to move his right arm, but the armor was very resistant. No matter how hard he tried to close his left hand, it remained unmoved, and he couldn't even feel the presence of his fingers.

Struggling in a coma and awake, he looked at the weakening warning rune-the energy of the power armor had been reduced to the lowest level.

Before long, he will become a lifeless metal shell.

He can only close his eyes and steady his breathing and pulse.

His thoughts are recovering, and he already knows where he is-he is floating in the vacuum of the universe.

The thermostat system of Power Armor is still struggling, trying to keep his body warm, but it failed. Its last bit of energy is about to disappear.

Although the genetically strengthened body is tougher than ordinary people, the cold will eventually engulf him and silence the two hearts.

It's just a matter of time.

For an instant, he wanted to howl and push away from the arms of steel-this was the instinct of a drowning person.

The last breath of air burns in the lungs, and the inevitable dark fate makes it eventually stop beating.

He breathed as slowly as possible, suppressing instinctive reactions.

In order to survive, a choice must be made.

"All systems restart."

Power Armor obeyed the order, and the pulse of electric current flowed through the body.

But as soon as it restarted, the harsh alarm began to sound.

The interactive nerves stung the spine, the endless sirens filled the ears, and the angry runes filled the display interface of the helmet.

He blinked a few times to stop the alarm.

There is still a few minutes of energy that can be used before the armor becomes a tomb.

So he raised his right hand with difficulty and scraped off the melting ice on the helmet eyepiece.

The light gleamed into his eyes, the white light was dazzling.

He found himself floating in a huge hall, the sun shining all the way to a place behind him, a layer of pink ice covered everything, and the glitter made it look like the delicious frosting on a sweet cake, a small layer The icy debris is floating around, maintaining the shape when it was finally formed.

He also saw Him, San Giles, their ancestor of angels.

There seemed to be blood and tears dripping from his eyes in the vacuum.

He dared not look at him directly, because he had failed the blood of San Giles.

He remembered that this was the church of the Battle Barge Lady of the Storm.

But she fell.

Suddenly, something hits his shoulder, and then slowly enters his sight.

A frozen thing, wider than the hand, didn't float away immediately.

He stretched out his hand to push it away, but it suddenly turned around, looking at him like this-it was a pair of eyes that had lost its vitality.

The previous memories flashed out.

Angry bulls, the shattering of the hull and the wailing of steel, their pride was caught in the fire, blood was flowing and spreading on the deck, and the fragments of the ship's hull were flying in the air.

An officer was shouting something, his eyes opened wide, full of fear.

He remembered the shaking of the deck below his feet and the screaming of the void storm outside.

In panic, he abruptly withdrew his hand from the broken head, this action also made himself spin in the frozen icy debris, and even the hall was spinning in his eyes.

Suddenly, there was a strong light in the hall. He turned around, through the torn hull, he saw the source of light-a bright white sun, and also saw a shining blue sphere, dotted with faint starlight. Below, hung in the darkness.

He remembers this, this is the Barbuda galaxy——

The dead warships were scattered in the void, the hulls were torn and chewed.

A large amount of armor was stripped, exposing an icy metal heart, showing the compartments and passages inside, and the huge mountain-like hull turned into tattered waste, just like the wreckage of a dismantling plant.

Are all the brothers dead?

He thought about this dark possibility, feeling that he had not been so cold in hundreds of years.

caveat--

Energy is exhausted.

caveat--

Energy is exhausted.

"We failed."

He muttered to the silence.

In this dying armored prison, he seems to have fallen into the darkness, falling in the fog and pain, alone in the darkness and cold, and it will be the same in the future.

"Clan leader? Captain?"

Suddenly, a machine sounded peacefully.

Then he felt a warm hand pushing himself, and the holy Les in the hall was spreading his wings——

He opened his eyes and found himself sitting on the commanding throne, and the soldier beside him was looking at him worriedly.

"Team commander, are you okay?"

The pale and thin man raised his armoured hand, put the dazzling blond hair away from his sweaty forehead, and responded with a reluctant voice:

"I'm fine, don't worry... where are we."

"We have just been brought to the Furun Galaxy by an unexplained subspace disturbance. The Astral Whisperer has received some information that there seems to be a war going on here."

"war?"

He was very tired when he said these two words~www.wuxiaspot.com~What kind of war. "

"An expedition to aliens."

"Initiator?"

"Ascetics and Astral Knights."

"ascetic……"

The stalwart warrior in bright yellow armor thought about the name. After about a minute, some bad memories began to emerge.

"It turns out to be these treachery cowards."

The soldiers on the side obviously didn't understand the history of the two battle groups. Hearing the battle group commander's words, he suddenly showed a surprised expression.

"treachery……"

But the man on the commanding throne waved his hand to interrupt his questioning.

"Regardless of them, but another battle group... Astral Knights."

The man thought for a while, but was recalled any useful information, only a few words that he had seen in the archives in the past.

"If I remember correctly, it is a sub-group of the Fist of the Empire, how can they join the ascetics together?"

"This is currently unknown, the two battle groups are currently paying off the green skins."

"It has nothing to do with us, look for the empire's supply station nearby."

The soldier hesitated for a while, then whispered:

"There is another message. Astral Knights knows that we are coming, and their Astral Whisperers sent a message, inviting us to meet at Gages, the imperial temporary fleet supply point."

The man rubbed his head, looking very tired and melancholy.

"What do they want to do? What else do they want to take away from us? We have nothing left..."

His language is sorrowful, and he takes a breath every time he says a word.

"The commander of the Astral Knights is called Soshyan Alexei. This invitation was personally issued by him. He also asked the Star Whisperer to attach a sentence."

"What?"

"—He is convinced of the loyalty and courage of the descendants of San Giles."