The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Talos, who dreamed of becoming a hero since childhood, would never have imagined that he would become a cruel, **** murderer in the future.

Just as he couldn't think that the Broken Eagle War Gang would be driven to a desperate situation by the Origin Group.

Or they are almost about to fail, being jumped by the enemy, outnumbered, if it weren't for the Shire to defeat the enemy's champion——

Speaking of Charles, Talos, who was slumped on the floor, touched the blood on his face and looked at his brother.

Charles threw away the sword and leaned against the arched wall with almost crazy patience.

He stayed there for a long time, tasting the pain and holding his breath.

The blood flowing from his breastplate smelled so fresh and pure.

This is the blood of the soul, he understands.

But this is not good. After all, a heart burst would have to keep him in bed for a few weeks to adapt to a strong substitute, and for two—

He couldn't move one arm, the other was numb, his fingers were inflexible, one leg was unable to bend, and the colder chest pain spread farther and farther.

After the attempt to move his body failed, he snorted again, unable to leave the wall.

Maybe in another minute, let his regeneration tissue repair the damage.

That's it, that's all he can do.

In the cabin, Cyrion was the first person to get up-he got up from the opposite wall.

His armor seemed almost as broken as Charles's. Instead of helping others, he raised the broken hammer in his hand.

"Its energy battery has now consumed 80%. Maybe it beats us harder than you."

Charles didn't answer, he just leaned against the wall.

"I have never seen such a duel."

Cyrion added, moving to where his brother was leaning.

"Go away, I need some time to breathe."

"as you wish."

Cyrion walked to Talos, who was still slumped on the deck.

The Prophet was injected with a vial of chemical stimulant in his neck, causing his muscles to spasm.

After a while, he stood up suddenly sobbing.

"I have never been beaten by the Thunder Hammer before, and Valer may tell us about its specific effects on the nervous system, but I never want to feel it anymore."

"Fortunately, it was crooked."

"I don't think it's crooked."

"If you are still alive, it is crooked."

One by one, the first-Lizhao stood up, but there was one last person.

"Charles."

Talos walked over.

"I can't believe you killed him."

Charles sneered joyfully at his brother.

"this is nothing."

Talos then threw the helmet to him, and Charles caught the helmet with difficulty. This was his trophy.

For a while, Charles stroked the winged crests—the formal legion decorations—with his fingers, and he was looking down at his painful face before the Milky Way.

There is not a bit of blood in his eyes, and even his head has become a mixture of broken bones and flesh. The pain caused by turning the eyeballs in the eye sockets is enough to make him kneel, but he does not allow this. Weakness was manifested-the sharp pain of blinking made him lack the imagination to describe himself.

He didn't even want to know how much his face was left.

Others looked at him with worried and even sympathetic eyes, but this only made him more angry.

"Can you still fight?"

Talos asked, hiding his concern, but his expression betrayed his mood at the moment.

"I feel much better."

Charles nodded hard.

"It should be okay."

"We need to act quickly."

Ma Kushen said that he was the weakest of them. After losing his power, his armor was almost useless. It did not increase his strength and reaction ability at all-the joints did not turn, and the backpack did not buzz.

"We need to contact other Strong Claws to prevent us from being jumped for help again."

"Charles."

Talos said it again, he didn't care about other things at all now.

Charles raised his head.

"What are you doing?"

"Take the hammer, you deserve it."

Charles lifted the helmet back to its original position, clicked his buttonhole, and his voice changed to the usual snarling.

"Talos."

He said in a heavy tone:

"my brother."

"what?"

"I regret arguing with you before... I hope to live a meaningful life, and I hope to find a way to win this war. This is not a crime."

"We'll talk about this later, brother."

"Ok."

Charles stood up slowly, but his blood never stopped, it was flowing all the time, converging into a small puddle under his feet.

"--after."

Charles stepped away, but he only took one step.

Amidst the exclamation of the crowd, his head slowly rolled forward, and his body also fell in a boneless subversion, and the last sound in his helmet was a long sigh.

Charles fell into Talos' embrace, and the armor could only send out harsh signals weakly.

"Charles————!!!"

When the internal problems were resolved, the echo of the curse traveled through space with shark-like hunger.

When the officers and soldiers fell into the familiar organized chaos on the strategic deck, they began to carry out their combat missions.

The bridge was full of rattling noises and the clinking of levers, a mixture of ticking sounds and the sound of fingers tapping buttons.

"Are there any signs of the Origin Corps cruiser?"

Talos asked from his central throne. On the eyeball monitor, a flaked satellite had been half-encircled by the new group of asteroids, which looked pitiful.

"I saw them, my lord."

The Master of Ornithology took a breath of moisture through his ventilation mask.

"Now it's on the holographic projection."

At first, Talos could not identify the ship from the wreckage.

The projected building flickers with its usual instability, providing a scene with hundreds of targets~www.readwn.com~The edge of the satellite's rupture is an irregular curve on one side of the image, with various shapes Stones of the same size decorate the space above, and there is also a layer of mist, which means that the particle fragments are too small to focus on the individual locks.

They are there.

The bow of an Astarte warship has obvious forks, and the rune symbols of its weapons shoot into the void.

The ship in the projection was traveling and suddenly found itself in the center of an asteroid group, tilting its fire on the surrounding rocks as it tried to open a path to freedom.

He was almost disappointed that they weren't destroyed in the initial explosion, but at least he can see it directly now.

"I can't help feeling a hint of pride."

He said to the crew:

"You all did a great job."

Drifting rocks rolled in space, colliding with each other and shattered into more rubble. Talos watched the projected exhibition, and whether a few large objects collided with the shimmering ship.

The original imaging procedure hardly showed the huge damage caused by this impact.

"Let's make a visual confirmation."

Talos knew that it would take a few hours to get closer, so he had an idea to pass the time and let the origin warrior who jumped to the ship's chances of winning further diminished.

"Call the enemy ship and filter the information so that every communication channel on the ship can transmit what we say."

The female correspondent complied.

The previous bridge was silent after the screaming ceased, and now the sound of the enemy cruiser sounded again.

The monotonous voice of the attendant and the sound of the rock hitting the hull formed a background harmony, and a loud voice was panting and speaking.

"I am Aeneas in the royal cloak. I will not listen to your mockery, heresy, and will not be misled by your temptation!"