The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Can't let her go."

Talos took a deep breath, his lungs and ribs were brutally crushed, but his mouth kept muttering.

The gray floated in from his line of sight, but he didn't even look at it.

His fingers were completely numb, one hand was resting on the cracked breastplate, falling on the broken eagle that was polished by the rain, while his other hand was leaning against the blaster that fell on the ground.

Then the Prophet locked the weapon on his thigh with his numb hand, and slowly inhaled the cold air into the lungs that he didn't want to breathe. The bleeding gums stained his teeth pink.

"I have to go after her."

After a moment of silence, another indifferent voice responded to him.

"Don't be stupid."

"what."

Talos let the rain of blood wet his upturned face, and it is strange that such a moment of kindness convinced Soshyang that they could talk like that in the tragic reality.

Soshyan, wearing a Terminator, looked down at Talos.

Talos felt that the complete eagle emblem on the opponent's chest was too dazzling.

The Prophet struggled to stand up, holding a broken sword in his hand, and began to move, trying to cross the battlements made of black stone.

"She killed my brother and I am going to chase her."

Talos first came to the place where Cyrion was lying.

The Phoenix Lord’s throwing dart hardly left Cyrion’s chest, and the black flame swallowed most of his bones and the organs below.

The Prophet carefully took off Cyrion's helmet, not only for the respect of the dead, but also for his own trauma.

When Cyrion's hand grabbed his wrist, Talos blinked.

His brother's dark eyes rolled in his eye sockets, and he couldn't see anything, and tears fell on his panel like lightning.

"Usas--"

Cyrion said vaguely, a lung trembling in his bare chest, and a heart still beating weakly.

"I'm Talos, and Uthas is dead."

"Usas."

Cyrion was still chanting the names of people who had already died.

"I hate you, hate you forever... but I'm sorry, brother, I don't want that either."

"brothers."

Talos moved his hand in front of Cyrion's eyes, but there was no response, and the opponent was completely blind.

"Talos?"

Finally, seeming to realize who the person next to him is, Cyrion grabbed his hand and held his arm tightly.

"I'm here, Sai."

"Ok... that's great, I don't want to die alone."

Cyrion leaned on Talos' shoulders, curled up into a ball, and then relaxed.

"Don't take away my genetic seeds."

He stretched out a hand to touch his eyes.

"I... I think I am blind, this is the most terrible darkness."

Cyrion then wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

"You won't recycle my genetic seeds again, will you?"

"will not."

"Then don't let Valier take over, don't let him touch me."

"I will not."

"Okay...it's good, those words you said about this war, I like them, but don't pass on my genes, I'm... fed up with the war..."

"I heard it."

Cyrion swallowed three times before he could speak again.

"I know you hate us, because we are all **** people, you hate the Legion, hate us, like the Primarch, I know... I always know."

In any case, Talos said nothing about it.

"I will avenge you."

"That's good... very good."

Cyrion grinned-grinning, bleeding, and his body began to twitch.

Talos hugged him tightly, motionless, his arms trembling, unable to speak a word.

In the end, Cyrion filled the silence as usual.

"I'm going to die, everyone else in First Lie Claw is dead, so..."

He gasped slowly, and said the mantra that he would say every time he met Talos.

"...Brother... Are you... okay?"

Talos hugged him without saying a word, waiting for his comrade in arms to take his last breath, and then gently closed Cyrion's eyes.

Then he stood up and limped towards the direction where the Phoenix Lord had disappeared.

Suddenly, the tall silver-gray figure stopped him.

"Stop, you have to follow us."

"Go away."

The prophet let out a threatening growl.

"Otherwise I will kill you right away."

"Then you can try."

Talos raised his head and stared into the dark eyepiece of the opponent.

"Another hero, do you want my head? Then come and get it yourself."

After a second of silence, the two shot at the same time.

After the bang, Talos flew out, landed on his back and slid on the ground for five or six meters before stopping. There was a 30 cm deep depression in his chest, and the traces of his fist were faintly visible on it.

Soshyang looked down at the scratch on the eagle emblem on his chest, which was left by the opponent's broken sword.

"Ahem...If you want to kill me, you have to work harder."

After coughing two big mouthfuls of blood, Talos struggled to get up again.

Soshyan took a step forward.

"Talos Varkolan, don't force me to kill you. I won't have any psychological burden on it, traitor."

"Hahaha.... If you want to kill me, then come, I am destined to die here, it's not her, that's you!"

Talos' laughter gradually fell silent. He turned stiffly like a walking dead and looked at Saivita, who was holding a spirit spear motionless.

With a little thought, he could immediately guess that the former company commander had come down with these imperial lackeys.

What this means is self-evident.

"I don't understand, a company commander, you used to be so proud, the slogan you shouted to kill the false emperor is so exciting, why..."

With that, the Prophet could no longer support him, and fell to his knees.

But even so, he squeezed out the last bit of strength and screamed hoarsely.

"Why! Why abandon us! Why betray us! Have you forgotten the blood shed by the Primarch!?"

Suddenly, Talos only felt a flower in front of him, and when his vision was clear, Savita was already standing in front of him.

The crow prince looked down at him with awe-inspiring aura, behind the scarlet eyepiece, there was a sight that could penetrate the soul.

"You don't know anything."

"you--"

Before the words fell silent, Talos felt his head sink, and he fainted.

"The rest is left to you."

Saivita threw the soul spear that had just smashed Talos' head to Soshyan, and then lifted Talos who was paralyzed on the ground with one hand, threw it on his shoulder, turned and walked towards the stopped Thunder Eagle, Marka Leon limped behind him.

Soshyang took the spirit spear and glanced around, realizing that this mess was really hard to clean up.

Suddenly, he noticed the pharmacist Valer sitting on the edge of the wall. The opponent seemed to be seriously injured, but he did not die.

"Don't... leave me~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and aware of Soshyan's gaze, Valer immediately panted and crawled over.

"I will not die, nor can I die. You need a prophet, and a prophet needs me."

He said humblely to Soshyan:

"I have stopped the flow of blood, eliminated the risk of sepsis and other infections, used artificial skin and armor sealant, and at the same time—"

"Shut up, traitor."

Soshyang slowly raised his arm. He was tired of containing these traitors. The prophet was his last bottom line. He wouldn't want one more traitor.

"Soshyan, don't kill him yet."

Suddenly Saul pressed his arm.

"He's still useful."

"Ok....."