The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 "Sir, the last maintenance of the fighter plane before takeoff has been completed."

　　 Marcel Albert did not answer the human servant, he was already familiar with the form and content of that man's speech.

He has been staring at the machine parked on the tarmac in front of him. The polished metal shell gleams in the flashing red light of the cave hangar, and the blood-dropped Angel Wing logo is sprayed on the wings and tail. on.

　　 "For the people we cherish, we die in honor."

　　 Albert chanted in a low voice, his fighter engine started to light up, and the surrounding air began to sing.

　　 "Live up to the blood of San Giles."

　　 A pilot unplugged the cable connected to the back of the fighter. The technical priest wearing a copper-colored robe paced around the fighter, flicking the holy oil with his brass fingers.

　　 A skilled ground crew followed behind the technical priest, put away the temporary blocking plate of the weapon, and closed the inspection panels that were open everywhere.

　　 Marcel Albert slowly walked towards the fighter plane and stepped into the cockpit. The interface on the back of the power armor was connected to the fighter plane's system.

　　The fighter has fully awakened, and he feels the process of nerve connection is stinging his spine.

　　 The pain of muscles and bones was like steel, weapons and flesh were forcibly combined, and the surging power of the fighters turned into a feeling of pushing back. He took a breath and felt complete.

　　 What he was driving was a sword-tail interceptor, which was a conventional flying vehicle used by the Astarte Army during the Great Expedition.

　　 Unlike other fighters, the pilot of the tail sword is not an extraordinary person, but Astarte.

　　 Sword Tail can fly in the atmosphere and in space, equipped with two dual laser cannons and a set of missile launchers. Her firepower and speed make her a very deadly opponent.

　　 However, the design of the sword tail is very complicated and the range is limited, so compared to the Astarte Legion, the Mechanic Society is not optimistic about them, and the latter prefers bigger angry fighters.

　　 Therefore, on the eve of the end of the Great Expedition, with the exception of Dark Angels and Extreme Soldiers, almost all the legions had their sword tails retired from the front line, but afterwards, because of the threat of rebellion, many legions were forced to send them back into the battlefield.

　　 After the second army was built, this veteran finally disappeared in the Astartes' armory.

　　 But there has always been a sword tail formation in the hangar of the Mother of Tears.

　　 During the long battle, this formation gradually suffered wear and tear, and due to the complicated structure of the sword tail, it meant that once it was damaged on the battlefield, there was almost no possibility of repairing it, and only the available parts could be disassembled.

　　To this day, there is only one sword-tail interceptor left in the hangar.

　　 Marcel Albert is also the only remaining tail sword pilot in the battle group. It has been more than 100 years since he took over this veteran from his mentor.

　　 He has merged with it in a sense.

　　 Like Marcel Albert, it has a unique name of its own-Eidolon.

The name 　　 comes from a melancholy verse in the folk of Barr, as it has experienced.

　　 But now, it has one more identity-the leader of the Baal Light Squadron.

　　 Marcel Albert unlocked the helmet on his legs, put it on his head, and then the canopy on the top slowly closed.

　　 The yellow lights began to flicker in the hangar cave, and the sharp sirens joined the chorus of the fighter engines.

　　 He closed his eyes, and rough green lines began to appear in the silver prosthetic eye on the right that had been replaced thirty years ago.

　　 Then he opened his eyes, and the green projection was intertwined with the real world, and the rune representing the state flashed in his cockpit system.

　　 Many people compare Astarte to a knight, but in the eyes of Marcel Albert, this is a kind of ignorance and blind faith.

　　 The long time after the Great Rebellion, people have forgotten the essence of Astarte—they are actually highly specialized soldiers, and dancing with swords and swords is only a small part of their art of war.

　　 In the past, they were all masters of the war machine, riding various steel beasts on the battlefield.

　　 But since the second army was founded, such scenes have been very rare.

　　 "All flying units."

　　 He called through the communication channel.

　　 "The flight is ready, the countdown, boys."

　　 The numbers circulate at the edge of the field of vision, the external explosion-proof door opens, the metal barrier drops to the ground, and the red light pulse is looming in the distant darkness.

　　 Marcel Albert increased his thrust, and the Eidolon began to lift off.

　　 On the other side of the apron, 16 war machines also lifted off one after the other, half of them were lightning, usually furious, and all the fighters were bright yellow.

　　 This is a full dispatch of a squadron, but only in sufficient numbers.

　　 There are more enemies than them.

　　 "Heading, 76-12-12, on standby,"

　　 "Is this a gloomy night, sir?"

　　His wingman greeted him informally, but Albert ignored it, although his shadowy lips evoked a smile.

　　 "Confirm the mission mode."

　　 Albert called to the flying tower.

　　 "Command, here is Baal's Light Squadron, waiting for permission to attack."

　　 The static noise rang for a while, and the declining countdown degree rapidly dropped to zero.

　　 "Baal's Light Squadron, allowed to attack."

　　 An officer’s voice came, and the man would track Albert’s flight data and match it with countless actions around the fleet.

"Roger that."

　　 Albert replied in a deep voice, and then switched to another channel.

　　 "All weapons are activated."

　　 The amber weapon rune turned green, and the engine output power was fixed at a peak, and the fighter under him began to shake.

　　 The countdown is zero.

　　 Eidolon rushed forward, and Albert exhaled a breath of air from his lungs.

　　 The barriers in the sky and the laser beams rushing towards him from the front, Albert drove the interceptor off the flight deck and flew onto the back of the battleship.

Behind 　　, the squadron's fighter jets also flew out from the open hole, and the afterburner sprayed out blue flames.

　　 Not long after he flew into the combat area, Albert was locked by the enemy's fire control system, and the alarm began to sound, and the traces of the tracer and the flames of the explosion boiled in the void.

　　 He turned on the counter system, and the decoy bomb exploded in the wake.

　　 Then Albert drove the fighter plane and climbed upward in a spiral manner. The wingman followed closely behind, maintaining a perfect formation.

The other fighters of the 　　 flying squadron dispersed from the flight deck, spinning continuously in the blooming light.

　　 In the void, the artillery fire on both sides has been intertwined, and even the asteroids and meteorites have been dyed with a different color.

The back of the 　　Mother of Tears is like undulating hills, and the fort built during it is shining with fire, and the bright ocean is mixed with the light of small arms.

　　 The battlefield was chaotic. Albert led the squadron quickly to the front of the Mother of Tears and intercepted a group of bombers.

　　 He will fight until there are no enemies in front of him. He lives and fights.

　　 Faced with the high-speed interceptor squadron, the heavy bombers swayed and tried to evade, but were immediately slaughtered by lasers and missiles.

　　 "The enemy interceptor is coming!"

　　 Just when Albert exploded a bomber with a series of bursts, the voice of the wingman pilot suddenly sounded.

　　Subconsciously, Albert immediately reversed his direction, and the fighter was like an arrow from the string.

　　 Bird Bu Yi screamed to remind that it was locked~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The red rune flashed in front of my eyes, and the fire of the automatic gun lit up the night sky.

"To the left!"

　　 Albert tried to get the Eidolon out of the spiral, increased the horsepower, and the fuel warning immediately turned amber.

　　'S sudden acceleration made him into a state of semi-weightlessness. From the semi-mechanical and semi-physical eyes, he could be seen that his people had been following, drawing a unique trajectory, and the shell exploded behind them.

　　 The same is true for the enemy.

　　 The red markers come from the upper and lower directions, but he and his people will throw off the enemy.

　　 Albert has deduced that if his people can achieve their goals, they will surely succeed.

"Oops--"

　　 Suddenly, the voice of the wingman pilot stopped abruptly in the communication channel.

　　 Albert's ornithology also made a short, sharp sound.

　　 A missile swooped down from above, hitting the wingman, and the flames spread in an instant.

　　 Albert twitched instinctively, and stepped aside, avoiding the laser that could have hit him.

　　 A fighter plane appeared above his head, and at the moment when his eyes met, Albert recognized it. It was also a sword-tailed interceptor, except that its wings were marked by a profanity eight-pointed star.

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