The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 Salperdon was silent for a while, then picked up the communicator.

　　 "Transfer me to the alternate channel."

　　 Soon, the alternate communication channel of the Soul Messenger sounded a ticking request for communication, and the furious Gorgri stared for a long time before switching on the microphone.

　　 "The commander of the battle group, I am the think tank curator Sarperdon. I have closed the weapon array of Starcastle, and the strike fleet will leave orbit immediately. I will wait for you in the main control hall of Starcastle."

　　 "This is obviously an ambush, a conspiracy."

　　 Soshyang warned, but Golgrie

　　 did not answer.

After 　　 was silent for a while, he replied to the newsletter:

　　 "So you admit your mistakes?"

"If you think so, so be it, as long as it can alleviate your suspicion, but I hope that these matters will be handled by our team internally, without involving outsiders, the team commander. I hope you can also take into account the war. Honor of the regiment."

　　 "Salperton."

　　 Soshyang has never heard Gorge put such a deep threat into a single name.

　　 "Our honor has long been trampled and tarnished by your rebellion."

　　 Then a heavy sigh came from one end of the communicator.

　　 "If this is your wish, then I accept it."

　　 "Also, those comrades who tell you, I will be there soon, and will not bring any outsiders, but they'd better find a reasonable explanation for their behavior."

　　 Then he turned off the voice communication.

　　 Gorge's cold eyes turned to his honor guard, and at the same time, he reached for his helmet.

　　 "Follow me and call everyone together."

　　 At this time, Soshyang took a step forward.

　　 "Brother, I can help you.

　　 "No more."

　　 Gorge rarely rejected him.

　　 "Soshyan, I have to deal with this by myself, at least one thing Salperdon is right, the honor of the team can't be damaged anymore."

　　 said, he summoned everyone in the battle group and went to the flight deck to take the Thunder Eagle to the Star Castle.

　　 Soshyang thought for a while, then returned to Unbound Soul, and told Thor what he had heard, and Savita on the side also listened to most of it.

　　 "That idiot."

　　 He directly gave Gorge a very negative evaluation.

　　 "How can such an innocent person be a battle leader? He doesn't really think that he can make those veterans just use his mouth to catch them? He has no correct understanding of the status quo."

　　 Soshyang glared at Saivita, then looked at Thor.

　　 "I'm not at ease."

"Ah, now, even if it’s not a trap, it’s not too much difference. The essential contradiction is not whether this action is out of line, but the veteran group’s disobedience and high degree of independence to the young captain. It tends to only intensify but hard to moderate.

　　Sol also expressed his not optimistic attitude.

　　 "Gorgri does not have such a prestige to overwhelm those people, and bloodshed will inevitably occur."

　　 "Then how can I help him?"

　　 "The best way now is to provide assistance from the side when they do it, so that Gorge can accept it, and morally speaking of the past."

　　 Soshyang thought for a moment and nodded.

　　 "This is feasible, but how do we enter the Star Castle without disturbing others?"

　　 Thor smiled and looked at Saivita.

　　 "What do you mean?"

　　 "Then send it."

　　 If it is in a normal state, it is very risky to directly teleport to Starcastle, but Soshyan knows that Saivita has the ability to accurately transmit.

　　 So he nodded and said;

　　 "Then it's so decided, just the three of us."

　　 After a brief preparation, the three arrived at the teleportation room.

Unlike the upper deck, the courtyard they were in was almost completely covered with Gothic decorations. On the contrary, the roof and walls here gave way to the full-threaded, rumbling mechanical teaching transmission engine unit. The exhaust port of the engine is continuously erupting with a stream of water vapor.

　　 "Start transmission."

After 　　 was ready, Soshyan gave the order.

　　 Around the room, the technical servants began to gather on the beeping machinery, flip the joystick, and spin the huge copper turntables.

　　 When working, each machine servant began to sing different binary sentences repeatedly, and it sounded like a strange math-style sailor chant.

　　 Then the engines began to vibrate violently, screaming constantly as they rotated upwards.

　　 Behind this flat room, there is a raised platform, and from a life-saving cabin there is a choir of Star Whispers.

　　 The tactful female voice sacred tune and the machine servant's single and boring mechanical language are mixed into an unbearable contrast.

　　 Soshyang actually didn't like this way of traveling. He sat in the cabin of a Thunderhawk, roaring all the way through the atmosphere and facing the death of the enemy's fire. He didn't hesitate at all.

　　 Or, lock him in the seat of the airborne bay, shoot it, and then smash it straight to the surface from an orbital ship tens of kilometers high, Soshyan will also complete his duties without a word of complaint.

　　 But teleportation is another matter altogether.

　　 The experience of World Engine crossing the subspace left him a lot of psychological shadow, and he always resisted that feeling.

　　 Before the platinum dazzling light faded, he felt the artificial breeze softly pushing his armor, only enough to blow his silver-gray robe and the blessed oath scroll on his shoulder armor.

　　 Soshyang did not wear the Terminator this time, but the Seiko power armor from the past.

　　 Then, his blaster raised alertly~www.ltnovel.com~ Within a few seconds of the teleportation mist gradually disappearing from the eye sockets, the weapons were all ready.

　　 The air blast caused by transmission is like a man-made thunder that has been filtered to a harmless sound by the helmet’s automatic induction device.

　　 The mist and halo surging beside him will not last long under such breeze.

　　 He felt the firmness of the floor under his feet for a while, and knew that he was still intact after being teleported.

After 　　 gritted his teeth, his skin was tight, he stretched out the blaster towards Yuan Jingping.

　　 They were teleported to the center of a round pit, with a radius of at least ten meters, which was obviously caused by teleportation.

　　 Looking around, this is a very wide space, but it is very empty. The foundation made of plastic steel is interspersed from the floor. This is the low wall and pillar of the huge building that will be built on this foundation.

　　As a fixed star fort, its size and a nest are useless, even the space within a range of more than ten kilometers is only one of its many areas.

　　 This may be a residential area under construction, or it may be an empty warehouse.

　　 But now no one can be seen here, not even the machine servant, there is no movement, and there is no sign of breathing.

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