The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Through the observation dome of the Unbound Soul, Soshyang saw that the warships were gradually leaving the fortress. They accelerated with all their strength, and the flames produced by the engines were dazzling than the sun's rays.

He stood there, watching this for an hour, holding the helmet in his hand.

The reason for this was that he wanted to see his subordinates leave with his own eyes, instead of observing through the armored data link.

Suddenly, a flash of light lit up from a space not far away, and a purple sphere surrounded several ships.

The light stimulated Soshyang's eyes, penetrating his brain through his optic nerves, and even so, he kept watching the subspace wrapping the ships.

They will be the first step of the plan.

The sphere faded, and the ships also disappeared.

At this time, the communication angel in the dome turned around from the pedestal where it was, and opened its mechanical mouth.

"The decoy fleet has set off, sir, we are also preparing to enter the subspace. I noticed that you are still in the observation dome No. 2, and I will order the shutters to close soon, sir."

"Thank you, Lothar, I have nothing to do here."

Soshyan turned around in front of the huge armored glass, the shutters had begun to gradually rise from the outside of the battleship, and the observation dome was shaking as they continued to rise.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Thor walked in.

He seemed more worried than he was at the meeting.

"What's the matter, Captain Sol?"

The shutters of the dome are completely closed, isolating them from the void and subspace scenes.

"I have been thinking about a problem."

Sol hasn't participated in the military operations of the Astral Knights for a long time. This time he actively asked to participate, but he appeared rather worried.

"If we can see through things easily, there is no reason why the top of the Minotaur regiment can't see through. They should know that we won't get into the trap obediently."

"Are you saying they have other players?"

Sol shook his head.

"This is just a possibility, and what worries me even more is that Grea might have concealed a lot of things."

"Greya?"

Sosh raised his brows slightly. He felt that what he suspected was not the same thing that Thor suspected, so he decided not to think about it, and just listen to the other person's opinion.

"What will it be?"

"The reason why the weeper went to perform the task."

Soshyang thought for a moment, then panicked.

What Sol said was true. The mechanical cultists of Grea did hide something, but he had been thinking about Minotaur before, but ignored this.

"Yes, that's right...This matter is full of weirdness. If it's just a trivial matter, why don't they solve it by themselves?"

"But if it's an important event, why should the Astarte battle group intervene?"

Soshyan thought for a moment, and suddenly realized where Sol's anxiety came from.

"Then there is only one possibility. What happened in that place was something that they couldn't solve but couldn't make it public, and they must be aware of what happened there."

Speaking of this, Soshyang slammed the railing beside him, and a deep trace immediately appeared on it.

"Hateful! These mechanical cultists have a dull appearance, and they are more cunning in their hearts! They must have taken advantage of the Malakin brothers' eagerness to restore the band, and used vague excuses to trick him into performing this task."

"It's a pity that we don't have time to ask them now."

"Then we will drag the weeper out of the trap ourselves!"

Soshyan clenched his fists and made up his mind to save their allies at all costs.

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In the void, a fleet is slowly breaking away from the shackles of the planet's orbit.

Among them, walking in the forefront is a huge ship with thick armor, the Force of Daedalus.

The bridge of this ancient warship is like a ten-kilometer-long locomotive with 19 carriages. It derails frantically without arrangement. A large number of pipelines and equipment are piled together, showing a certain orderly chaos.

The crushed ship hull trembles and groans, and the heavy horizontal frame that spans the bridge like a church cellar screams from the twisted pressure and burning engine. The uniformed crew shouts loudly for the status reports of each major system.

"All ships have been reported."

The communications director announced loudly that he would habitually tap the interface of the thinker with his fingers only when he was nervous.

"A perfect transfer."

"Give me a visual picture."

The captain of the Power of Daedalus, a man about fifty years old said sharply.

Then, the eye-like screen flashed out, and at the same time, the heavy plastic steel visor covering the compartment windows was manually rolled up by sweaty sailors.

A ray of light from a distant star swept away the crimson streaks of emergency lights. The optical eyes of the mechanical priests even automatically narrowed their apertures. Other crew members on the bridge grumbled in pain, covering their eyes or It is to look away until their vision can adapt.

"Are we at the specified coordinates?"

A stalwart giant sits on a throne made of bronze and horns, juxtaposed with the command platform on a separate platform, ensuring that the people sitting on it can supervise the entire bridge.

This giant is nearly two meters tall just sitting, wearing a set of bronze armor, like a warrior in Gutera, even the muscle texture of the abdomen is carved on the armor, and there is a slightly raised shoulder armor. The head of an angry bull is marked with tassels extending to near the elbow.

He wears a helmet and only stares coldly behind the black eyepieces. On each side of the throne stands a giant in brown terminator armor. The giant on the left is holding a mysterious black spear, and the giant on the right is holding it. There is a thick round shield with a bull pattern engraved on one side.

This person is the commander of Minotaur, Astrion Moro, a mysterious, indifferent and cruel warrior.

"The main jumping point of the galaxy."

The captain who cleaned up a lot said loudly, UU reading www. uukanshu.com did not look up from his screen.

"The coordinates have been confirmed, but—"

Soon, he felt the weight of his sharp gaze fall on his back, and at the same time he analyzed the preliminary divination report, his strengthened nerves processed the output much faster than his crew or the thinker. information.

He is not sure if this is good news or bad news.

"Go ahead, Captain."

"There are ships, the lord, and three ships, coming from the high anchorage of the main jumping point to intercept us. The identity is unknown, but it can be expected to come from... Astral Knights. They are much faster than we expected."

Astorion leaned forward on the throne, then uttered a few words without emotion.

"Go to fight."

The fleet immediately began to turn, heading towards the node where a crack was being torn apart, where three heavily modified cargo ships were slowly approaching—