The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Lukovus's question made everyone's body tense, and only Talos maintained that calm attitude.

Later, he replied with an explanatory tone:

"I'm not sure about this. Maybe a few hours, maybe a few days. Everything depends on the power they use to hunt us down. If they land on an army, we may not be able to last for too long, but at least it will be better than in one game. In a fair battle, blood was even more cruel. Hours and days are longer than a few minutes. I know which one I will choose."

After listening to him, the soldiers held weapons and leaned forward—the atmosphere changed, and all the reluctant attitudes disappeared.

Talos continued.

"The curse echo is also unlikely to survive. Once the spirit race is free from the influence of the scream, it will be applied like our second skin. Everyone who wants to survive must be prepared to evacuate the ship, and then In order not to let the orbital station cause us more trouble, I will let the echo of the curse crash it."

"What about the crew? How many souls are there on the ship?"

"We can't be sure, 20,000 or 30,000."

"We can't evacuate so many people, and we can't afford the consequences of the necessary crew leaving their posts. What would you tell them?"

"Say nothing."

Talostan's rate of answer.

"As the captain, I will stay with them on the bridge until the last moment, this

The crew members would not realize that the Legion was going to abandon them. "

"It's really cold-blooded."

Cyrion jumped out with a joke, which caused a lot of laughter around him.

Talos just rolled his eyes helplessly.

"Necessary action, thinking that this is a last-minute fight, no one can be spared... The first fierce claw will stay by my side and arrange the last surprise for our spirit race, and the rest of you will land on the planet through the landing capsule and Thunder Eagle. Surface, and then establish a stronghold to prepare for the next."

Talos put his hands on the imaging device, with a solemn tone.

"But everyone must remember that even if we escape the spirit race, the imperial punishment will soon come. Don't think about being able to retreat... This may sound bad, but at least the imperial people will find We remain the survivors of the planet and spread our deeds, but the spirit race will not show mercy to human beings. They come for our flesh and blood."

Lukovus smiled badly.

"Suddenly, you started talking about survival? Brother, how likely is it that we will survive?"

Talos' only answer was an unusually unpleasant smile.

A few hours later, the Prophet and Valer walked through his private pharmacy room. Compared with the mechanical bishop, the facilities here are more specific in scope, and there are far fewer entourage slaves and servants.

"How much work do you want me to abandon?"

Valer's voice was unwilling, and beside him, the servants were busy carrying the petri dish and the sleeping reformer in it.

Talos kept his eyes on the people in the petri dish, the teenagers.

"Valel, listen to me—just a moment."

"I'm listening."

"You can't fight with us on Nathan Six."

Valer's ice-blue eyes slowly narrowed, staring at Talos coldly.

"You told a funny joke."

"No kidding, Valer, you hold the key to the future of the Legion. I will send you away before the battle. Dietrian’s spacecraft can fly in subspace... You go with him, your instruments and yours Work results also mean."

"No, I refuse."

"This is not a debate, nor is it a sharing of opinions, brother, this is an order."

"Do not."

Valer ripped the peeling skin from his shell, revealing the winged skull underneath--the Eighth Army's logo looked back at Talos with sunken eye sockets.

"I am like you, wearing the badge of the Eighth Army. I will fight to death with you, in that worthless little world."

"You don't owe me anything, Valer... never again."

This time, Valer looked almost stunned.

"Owe you? Owe you!? That's how you see our brotherhood? A series of favors that need to be reciprocated? I will stand with you because we are all soldiers of the Eighth Legion! Brother, Talos, we It is a comrade-in-arms who goes with life and death."

"I appreciate your approval, but not this time."

"you can not--"

"I can do whatever I want. Captain Macarion agreed with me, so it was so decided. Moreover, Dietrian’s ship has no extra space for more than ten fighters. It’s best to use To store the relics that must be returned to the Legion, you and your work must first be protected."

Valle took a breath.

"Did you realize that you often interrupt others? It's almost as annoying as Uthas licking his teeth."

"I will remember."

Talos replied.

"In the last time of my life, I will try to make up for this worrying character defect... Now, are you ready? If I give you 12 hours and give you as many servants as you want, you can guarantee Put all your gear on Dieterian’s ship?"

Valle bared his teeth and squeezed out an unusual smile.

"can."

"That's good, speaking of it, I haven't seen you lose your temper."

Valer rubbed his closed eyes with his fingertips.

"You ask too much of me."

"Is that right? By the way, I need you to do something else, Valle."

The pharmacist met the prophet's gaze again, and felt a certain anxiety in the other's tone.

"what?"

"After leaving, I want you to find Malek in the black armor."

Valer raised a thin eyebrow.

"I will never go back to the Maelstrom again, Talos, Huron will chop off my head."

"I don't believe that Malek will stay Huron there, nor that the Black Guards will be willing to join the Blood Predators. They must have boarded the Red Pirate's ship for another reason, although I don't know why, but No matter what happens, I believe him... If you can find him, then tell him that the plan was successful, Macarion has been reborn, and the war philosophers continue to command and lead the tenth company again on the last night."

"I will pretend that I don't understand these words, which are like last words...Is that all?"

"And ~www.ltnovel.com~ apologize to him on my behalf."

Valle looked at Talos deeply, then nodded slowly.

"These are all okay, but Dieterian's ship can't go far. It is too small for long-distance navigation. We all know this."

"It doesn't need to go far, it just needs to get out of here."

Valler snorted dissatisfiedly.

"The spirit race may catch up with us."

"Yes, they might, so, are there any other complaints? You are wasting the last bit of time I can give you."

"How about Ottavia? How can we sail in the Sea of ​​Souls without a navigator."

Talos gave a smile.

"Because of this, she will start with you-."