The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Salperdon has lost his mind, holding his injured body with one hand, blood is dripping from the mutated arthropods below his waist, his chest is bloody, and the fluid oozing wet his armor.

The rebellious soul drinker veterans gathered around him, using their flesh and blood to form an insurmountable wall, blocking the loyalists who were pursuing them.

The priest Ichtinos knelt beside Sarpeton and did a simple treatment.

"He is seriously injured. We must take him out of here. The battle here has already failed."

"Do not……"

Salperdon suddenly raised his head, his voice faintly like gossamer.

"We did not fail..."

"Just received the news from Gunhound, the Astral Knights destroyed the Burning Wing, and now they have to choose to surrender."

"We did not fail..."

The think tank curator just kept repeating this sentence.

Iktinos and Luko, the commander of the fourth company, looked at each other, and then Luko shrugged.

"His head may be burnt."

Then he glanced behind him and said calmly:

"We must evacuate."

"But where do you go?"

At this time,

Salperton screamed sharply.

"Brokeback!"

Iktinos also received the last communication after the Gun Hound at the same time.

"A hulk appears?"

Suddenly he nodded and switched to the battle group's internal communication channel.

"Retreat, all retreat to the flight deck!"

He also sent an encrypted information encoding pulse to show that the command was authentic.

Then Luko put up one of Salperdon's arms, and Iktynos put up another. With their help, the think tank director reluctantly stood up.

"Can you still walk?"

Salperdon gritted his teeth, but couldn't speak at all, and blood dripped from his lips.

After groaning for a while, he endured the pain and took the first step, and then the second step.

So the two dragged the limping think tank director to prepare to leave, and the remaining veterans crowded behind them. This tragic civil war made everyone distraught.

"Don't go!!"

With a roar, Soshyang approached again, and at the same time a large group of loyal soul drinker recruits followed closely, and shot at the retreating compatriots while advancing.

At this time, some of the veterans holding battle shields and jumping shields turned back, and the energy field on the shields crackled and deflected the incoming bullets.

The retreating rebels were not to be outdone, and shot at those former comrades who were trying to stop them.

Soon, more than a dozen soldiers fell.

After ten minutes of difficult retreat, the rebels finally reached the gate leading to the flight deck-that was their evacuation route.

A team of fighters was guarding the gate. They prepared a stretcher. The priest and the fourth company commander immediately put down the think tank director, and then Ichtinos ordered the gate to be closed.

Salperdon's arms slid off their shoulders, and the coagulated blood and sealing foam on the purple armor were wiped everywhere.

Afterwards, Iktinos looked back at the door, and the veterans behind the palace were also retreating.

Many fighters formed a semicircle, pouring devastating hail to the enemy, trying to block the enemy to cover the companions behind them-but they soon fell under the wild attack of Saivita and Soshyan.

In addition to these warriors who went to death generously, there were a total of twenty veterans trapped in the fire compartment next to the passage and surrounded by groups.

On the battlefield, both the loyalists and the defectors were howling, roaring, and roaring out their oaths and pain.

"We have to save them—"

Luke couldn't bear to leave behind the besieged soldiers.

"We must retreat!"

The priest suddenly interrupted him.

"The fate of the soul drinker depends on us."

Lu 5ke was a little confused, his limbs trembling constantly because of what he witnessed today.

"Hurry up, Luke."

"but--"

Luke could not stop watching the brothers who were being slaughtered, and the furious Soshyan was desperately slaughtering anything that blocked him.

"Salperton!!"

Soshyang yelled, the voice was like a wounded wolf.

"Come and face me!!!"

He grabbed the corpse of a soul-drinker that he had killed earlier from the ground, cut its head off with a sword, and then threw the head like a grenade into the closing gate, among the soul-drinker veterans. .

"I will kill you myself! I swear to the emperor with my soul!! You will never escape!!!"

The huge head grumbled and rolled to Luke's feet. He looked down and saw that the first-level eyes were still glaring, and the blood-stained face was familiar to him.

"Graves!!"

Luke held up the head, and his voice trembled. This was a close friend who had served with him at the same time and had fought side by side for nearly two hundred years, and was also one of the most precious group of veteran non-commissioned officers in the battle group.

However, he just died.

Luke raised his head to look at Soshyan, and the other person looked at him for an instant. The moment they met, the heavy steel door suddenly closed.

After temporarily leaving the pursuit, the remaining two hundred soul-drinker veterans did not dare to stay anymore and ran directly to the hangar, those with parked Thunder Eagles and shuttles.

During this process, Salperdon was always in a coma.

Until he was put into the cabin of Thunder Eagle.

In the flashing red warning light, the ramp of the cabin door was closed, and the air vents immediately discharged air to pressurize the cabin.

At this time, Salperdon finally woke up.

"Iketinos..."

He weakly called the pastor's name.

"Icotinos!"

Iktinos was also completely exhausted, so he had to move to the head of the think tank and put his hand on his chest.

"How?"

"Iketinos..."

But Salperton began to mutter to himself.

"I was wrong, we were all wrong... I destroyed the battle group... destroyed everything..."

"Salperton?"

The think tank curator stretched out his weak hand and grabbed the priest's armor, his eyes were so sad.

"I shouldn't have done anything to Gorgri."

"Now, everything is wasted."

Iketinos slapped the opponent's hand angrily. At this time, a plasma saw was burning at close range beside him. The pharmacist who had been on the flight deck was cutting the armor to heal his wounds.

"No, no, it was not in vain..."

Salperdon showed a mocking smile, his teeth covered with his own blood.

"He talked to me, he talked to me again~www.readwn.com~He is guiding us... guiding..."

His eyes wilted again and seemed to be on the verge of coma again.

"With whom? And what's on the Hulk?"

Salperton shook his head, awkwardly staying awake.

"It's Him, it's Him who said to me..."

He was trembling and breathing quickly.

Just before he lost consciousness, he whispered:

"...The emperor is guiding me."

Iketinos looked at the lowered head of the think tank director and suddenly shook his head, with only disgust and sarcasm in his eyes.

He still thinks that the emperor is guiding him.

However, in the dark, there is only--

Deeper darkness