The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Talos, who dreamed of becoming a hero since he was a child, never imagined that he would become a cruel, **** murderer in the future.

Just like he never imagined that the Broken Eagle Warband would be cornered by the Primordial Chapter.

Or they would have almost failed, outnumbered and outnumbered, if the Shire hadn't defeated the enemy's champion—

Speaking of Ciel, Talos, who was slumped on the floor, touched the blood on his face with his hand, and looked at his brother.

Ciel dropped his sword and leaned against the arched wall with mad patience.

He was there for a long time, tasting the pain, holding his breath.

The blood dripping from his breastplate smelled too fresh, too pure.

This is the blood of the heart, he understands.

But that's not good, after all a burst heart would keep him bedridden for weeks to get used to a strong replacement, and two—

He couldn't move one arm, the other was numb, he couldn't move his fingers, he couldn't bend one leg, and the pain in his chest grew cold and spread farther and farther.

After a failed attempt to move his body, he snorted again, unable to move away from the wall.

Maybe another minute for his regenerating tissue to repair the damage.

So be it, that's all he can do.

In the cabin, Cyrion was the first to get up—from the opposite wall.

His armor looked almost as broken as the Shire's, and instead of helping the others, he raised the broken hammer in his hand.

"Its energy battery is now 80% depleted, maybe it hit us harder than it hit you."

Charles didn't answer, he just leaned against the wall.

"I have never seen such a duel."

Cyrion added, moving to where his brother was leaning.

"Go away, I need some time to breathe."

"as you wish."

Cyrion walked over to Talos, who was still slumped on the deck.

A vial of a chemical stimulant was injected into the Prophet's neck, causing his muscles to spasm.

After a moment, he suddenly stood up whimpering.

"I've never been struck by Thunder's hammer before, and Valier may tell us what it does to the nervous system, but I don't want to feel it again."

"Fortunately it was crooked."

"I don't think it's crooked."

"If you're alive, it's crooked."

One by one, First Claw stood up, but there was one last man left.

"Charle."

Talos walked over.

"I can't believe you killed him."

Charles sneered gleefully at his brother.

"this is nothing."

Talos then threw the helmet to him, and Shire struggled to catch it, which was his trophy.

For a moment, Ciel ran his fingers over the winged crests—the official regimental decorations—that were looking down at his anguished visage as he presented himself to the galaxy.

There wasn't a single drop of blood in his eyes, and even his head had turned into a mixture of broken bones and flesh. The pain caused by turning the eyeballs in the eye sockets was enough to make him kneel, but he didn't allow this Weakness was shown—blinking so painfully that he himself lacked imagination to describe it.

He didn't even want to know how much of his face was left.

Everyone else looked at him with worried or even sympathetic eyes, but it only made him angrier.

"Can you still fight?"

Talos asked, hiding his concern, but his expression betrayed his mood at the moment.

"I feel much better."

Charles nodded hard.

"It should be fine."

"We need to act fast."

Markushen said that he was the weakest of them all, and his armor was almost useless when he lost power, adding nothing to his strength and reflexes—the joints didn't turn, and the pack didn't hum.

"We need to contact other fierce claws to prevent us from being jumped again."

"Charle."

Talos said again that he didn't care about anything else at all right now.

Charles looked up.

"what?"

"Take the hammer, you deserve it."

Ciel lifted his helmet back into place, snapping his keyhole shut, his voice falling into the usual inflected growl.

"Talos."

He said with a heavy tone:

"my brother."

"What?"

"I regret arguing with you before... It's not a sin to want to live a meaningful life and to find a way to win this war."

"We'll talk about that later, brother."

"OK."

Charles stood up slowly, but his blood never stopped, kept flowing, and gathered into a small puddle under his feet.

"-after."

Ciel moved his legs, but he only took one step.

Amidst the exclamation of the crowd, his head rolled forward slowly, and his body also fell down in a boneless overturn, and the last sound from his helmet was a long sigh.

Char fell into Talos' arms like this, and the armor could only weakly send out harsh signals.

"Charles—!!"

When the problems within are resolved, the cursed echo travels through space with a shark's hunger.

Officers and enlisted men went about their combat missions as the strategy deck fell into familiar organized chaos.

The bridge was full of rattling and clanging of levers, mingled with the click and clatter of fingers on keys.

"Any sign of the Primordial Chapter cruiser?"

asked Talos from his central throne, looking pitifully on the eyeball display of a stripped-off moon already half-surrounded by new asteroid swarms.

"I saw them, my lord."

The master of the augury took a breath of damp air through his breathing mask.

"Now present on the holographic projection."

At first, Talos could not make out the ship from the wreckage.

Projected buildings flicker with their usual instability, providing a scene with hundreds of targets.

The edge of the satellite's rupture is an irregular curve on one side of the image, with stones of various shapes and sizes adorning the space above, and a haze representing particle fragments too small to focus on an individual locker .

There they are.

The prow of an Astartes warship has a distinct fork ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and the runic symbols of its weapons shoot into the void.

Driving along, the projected ship suddenly found itself at the center of an asteroid swarm, tilting its fire on the surrounding rocks as it attempted to carve a path to freedom.

He was almost disappointed that they hadn't been destroyed in the original explosion, but at least he could see it directly now.

"I can't help but feel a little bit of pride."

He said to the crew:

"You're all doing great."

Drifting rocks tumbled through space, colliding and shattering into more rubble, and Talos watched the projected exhibit, were a few chunks colliding with the gleaming ship.

Raw imaging programs showed little of the massive devastation wrought by such an impact.

"Let's do a visual confirmation."

Talos knew it would take hours to close the gap, so he had an idea to pass the time and further narrow the odds for the Warrior of Origins who jumped to the ship.

"Call the enemy ship, and filter the message so that every communication channel on the ship can transmit what we say."

The female correspondent complied.

The previous bridge was silent after the screaming stopped, and now the sound of enemy cruisers was heard again.

The monotonous squire's voice harmonized with the sound of rocks crashing against the hull, and a sonorous voice panted.

"I am Captain Aeneas of King Power Cloak, I will not listen to your taunts, heretics, nor will I be misled by your temptations!"

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