The Emperor’s Angel of Death

On the battle barge of the extreme fighters, the senior leaders of all the battle groups that participated in the battle gathered. They were all on the bridge, curiously looking at the "recruit" who was dragged out of the subspace.

　　Besides, the Ultra Warrior think tank was panting hard, his face pale as paper.

　　 dragged Soshyang out of that distance and almost killed him. However, Soshyang was able to come out alive even more surprised him, because he knew the danger of subspace better than any star warrior on the scene.

　　 Even under the protection of the power armor, through the subspace with the body, this suicide is no different.

　　 But he actually survived, and it doesn’t seem to be a big problem. This think tank secretly remembered Soshyan’s name in his heart, and he needs to report this to the think tank director after returning to Markulag.

　　 "It's not too late!"

　　 After Soshyang got up from the ground, his first action was to yell at Vinnetius.

　　 "We can hit it right away!"

　　 "We may be able to."

　　Venitirius's expressionless little bit.

　　 "But we won't do this."

　　 "There are 771 star warriors on it!"

"Yes it is."

　　 "Those are my blood relatives! My brother! My sir! Our whole group is on it! And you stood by and watched during our **** battle!"

　　 Soshyang's words immediately rose to the height of interrogation, and pointed to all the high-level warbands here, so some people immediately expressed their dissatisfaction.

　　 "You better pay attention to your words, soldier!"

　　 The commander of the Aurora battle group stood up, pointing his right arm at Soshyang's head, with a forceful aura.

　　 "It would be nice if you can be so prestigious in the battle with aliens."

　　 Soshyang undauntedly pushed back the words of the opponent, and the honor guard of the aurora battle group that was stimulated immediately drew its sword out of its sheath, and went into flames.

　　 When the situation became tense, Vinnetius raised his arm, and the commander of the Aurora Group also signaled the Honor Guard to put away his weapon.

　　 "If you really cared about the lives of those fighters, you wouldn't have made such crazy plans when everyone was discussing the situation."

　　 "Do you think we let you lose face?"

　　 Soshyang's words were still holding a gun with a stick. Even if Vinnitiius kept it well, his forehead could not help but violently swelled up, and his hand holding the hilt of the sword was gradually tightening.

　　 Seeing that the situation is getting worse and worse, the battle commander of the invaders came out, not only thinking that the two battle groups are from the fist of the empire, but he himself has some friendship with Amurad.

　　 "Soshyan."

　　 He said in a calm tone:

　　 "Chongqi company commander's anger cannot change the situation."

　　 Soshyang turned his body full of blood and battle marks, and approached the opponent.

　　 "My lord, that's 771 interstellar warriors! Our entire battle group, except for the recruits who stayed behind obsidian, are all on it!"

　　 "But we can't continue to consume more soldiers' lives because of a certain possibility... The world engine must be terminated immediately, if it recovers, the blood you paid will be wasted completely."

　　 Hearing these words, Sosh was anxiously angry, he pulled off his helmet, and revealed his bloodstained face.

　　 "As long as you get closer and release some thunder eagles, you can save some lives."

　　 "The world engine has not completely died. It is still a dangerous thing. We can't take the fleet to risk it."

　　 "This is it, this is your style."

　　 Soshyang gritted his teeth and sneered.

"You would rather run away with your ass, than risk a little risk to save the people who ended this disaster, so this is not the first time you have done such a thing, right, huh? It's like you are going to abandon the Vader galaxy. ."

　　 In the following words, Soshyan obviously said to Vinnetius, but the other party just looked at him indifferently without saying a word.

　　 Suddenly, Soshyang raised his explosive gun. At this moment, everyone also took out their weapons and aimed at him.

　　 And Soshyan aimed at Vinnetius.

　　 "Don't fire!"

　　 The think tank that dragged Soshyang out of the subspace quickly raised his hands and said loudly:

　　 "Don't be stupid! Enough blood shed today!"

　　 The others slowly put down their weapons, but Soshyan still aimed at Vinnetius.

　　 "Don't think this can scare me! My battle group is about to die! My brothers are all killed! There is nothing to fear!"

　　 His hands were trembling slightly, but the think tank was trying to suppress his muzzle with mental power, and wrestling with this force made Soshyang's angry expression even more hideous.

　　 Vinnetius sighed suddenly, and said calmly:

"We won’t get close, Soshyan, I can’t do this. You know better than me what happened above. If there is even a chance to save your battle group, I will be the first to board. Even if we fight all our warships, everyone... But the battle is over, and my think tank can feel very little aura of life, and the think tanks of other war groups, including think tank directors, are the same."

　　Think tanks nodded one after another, confirming Vinnetius’ statement.

　　 "At least you can try! Even one--"

　　 Soshyang is still making his final struggle.

　　 "Although we are far stronger than mortals."

　　 Vinnetius walked to Soshyan and whispered:

"But we... are not gods~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The cruel reality is the most powerful argument. The bridge begins to tremble, and the entire battleship begins to tremble, but the resonance that occurs when all weapons attack at the same time—the fleet begins. Projected devastating firepower toward the world engine.

　　 Soshyang looked ahead, his eyes distracted, and then turned and left Vinnetius without speaking.

　　 Under the gaze of everyone, the last survivor of the battle group dragged his steps to the thick porthole, and his blood-stained hands were attached to the strengthened glass.

　　 The huge flashing cube in the distance suddenly burst out with violent flashes, just like broken glass, fragmented in an instant, ejecting a large amount of turbulence into the endless void...

　　 World Engine, destroyed.

　　 His battle group was also destroyed.

　　 Soshyang closed his eyes in pain, and slammed his forehead heavily on the glass, as if this could relieve the piercing pain.

The heavy impact caused blood to flow from his forehead, dripping across his cheeks from his chin to the floor, mixed with teardrops from the corners of his eyes-mortals always think that Astarte is an angel without blood and tears. However, it is not.

　　 There are very few super fighters like them that can feel pain, but witnessing the destruction of his warband and the fall of blood brothers is not included in this list. Soshyan is very unfortunate to become a "few people" who experience this pain.

　　 Accompanied by a dull buzzing sound, everyone on the bridge silently bowed their heads, paying tribute to the 771 warriors who died in the battle.