The Emperor’s Angel of Death

At the end of the corridor, the air suddenly distorted, and stepped out of the darkness, a figure wearing a black robe, holding a staff and a long sword.

Talos could not recognize the inscriptions and carvings on the opponent's robe, but there was no doubt that those things were shining with psychic light, causing a sting behind his eye sockets.

"Oh, **** it!"

Tarros cursed, and then a few multi-syllable curses in the Nastrom language popped out of his mouth.

"An alien wizard of subspace scorpion!"

Cyrion on the side sticks the explosive gun to his face and shoots, smiling when he responds.

"At least we will be killed by a somewhat good guy."

But when he saw that his bullets were blocked by an invisible barrier, he immediately joined Talos' cursing chorus.

"Don't fight! Don't fight! Let's retreat first!"

Talos is also a little confused now. He doesn't know if his choice is really correct. Does the Nathan Galaxy really have his destiny?

In other words, what is the end of this fate?

But what must be solved now is the problem of the Void Shield, otherwise the enemy will continue to invade.

"Where is the bishop?"

But Talos didn't know that, in fact, the Void Shield did not fail, and the problem did not lie in this.

"analysis……"

The bishop of science and technology chanted aloud.

"Analyze, analyze—"

He stared at the large number of runes and figures flowing out of his mind, and checked it in cycles.

The connection to the engine is strong and smooth, but the amount of information sent is too much to filter. The main problem is not the failure of the Void Shield.

But it has continued to weaken for 3 minutes and 9 seconds, and the ship suffered an unknown level intrusion before 34 minutes and 12 seconds. In the battle with the enemy ship, these precious few seconds are enough to make a large number of enemy troops jump to help. Log in.

The enemy tried to tear the Echo of the Curse from the inside, which made the skin of Dietri's safety body tight-if he still had skin.

With his subsequent efforts, the shield was restored, but the engine itself was on the verge of self-destruction, which also led to a further problem: unless he can restore the engine to stability, the next flash stop will cause the enemy ship to send another order. Shoot.

Maybe they won’t do that either. After all, they still have their own troops here, but Dietrian hasn’t degenerated into some kind of creation that relies on assumptions and speculations to make decisions, and he is not the kind of food that depends on chance biological.

He wants to count them plainly, and this is to his taste.

According to in-depth calculations based on existing data, the shield did not recover quickly after the second flash stop, which would cause them to lose the entire ship.

Worse still, this will lead to a complete failure-not only the ship destroyed, but also the death of people.

Dietrian had no idea of ​​dying, especially when he sculpted his biological framework with perfect mechanical skills, and invested so much time and focus.

He didn't even want to sacrifice his soul, turning it into a strange shape, and finally torn it into pieces for the devil and madness.

As he likes to say, this is not the most optimal.

"Continue to analyze...wait."

Suddenly, he caught some anomalies from the torrent of data,

It turns out that the problem is here!

The damaged data was mixed into the engine's encryption calculations, and after running more than a thousand times per second, it was transmitted to several external void shield projection arrays on the starboard hull.

This can be repaired, but it cannot be operated remotely. He needs to send a servant there or go to battle himself.

Dietrian did not sigh, he blurted out his anger into a string of speechless mechanical codes, like a hiccup in a binary system, and then activated his message with a patient movement.

"This is Ditmian."

After a while, the audio network responded with an overwhelming callsign and gunfire.

Dieterian almost forgot. He had just separated from the power cabin at the stern and was entangled in the encirclement again.

He stared at the screen for a long time.

The Void Shield Engine Room is the largest room on the ship. Its walls are layered on top of each other, made of sacred steel and brass, and clanging under the impact of energy.

In other words, the computer room itself is an iron tower trembling in the plasma. Through the open mouth and eyes of the gargoyle carved on both sides of the pillar, the liquid energy can be seen from the outside.

The rooms around him had been brought to life by the sound of guns and screams altered in the audio not long ago, but now they are all in a wonderful silence.

The enemy's gangsters - or the flesh and pieces of those who were gangsters lately, lie in the blood-soaked ceramic and steel shards, like a carpet that covers the room.

Dietrian's olfactory sensor detects the smell of blood and organs in the air, which is enough to make most mortals nauseous, but the smell of killing is nothing to Dietrian.

The attacker did not get close to him.

Because, like many science and technology pastors, Dietrian is also a faithful believer in the principle of "preparation and prevention".

Secondly, he still maintains an overloaded energy reserve at all times. The moment the Void Shield weakened, he knew that the Midnight Lords would be forced to disperse to defend every abnormally explosive deck, so he carried his own insurance with him— -A highly modified armed crew.

It's just a pity that after the first battle, three-quarters of the servants did not survive.

He walked across the room, assessing the difference in this massacre.

The servants who are still standing are dull-faced mechanical creations that have lost their humanity. Their left arm is replaced by a heavy weapon. The imitation creatures occupy more than half of their bodies and almost all of their internal organs.

If emotions and certain details that require careful observation are removed, each of them is a reliable labor.

He did not thank them or congratulate them on their victory, nor did they pay attention to it.

However, it is no easy task to kill 10 Spirit Warriors. Even if it takes 39 enhanced servants and 12 advanced gunners, this loss will cause inconvenience to him in the future.

Dietrian stopped for a while because he noticed the badge on the shoulder armor of a corpse.

This is a symbol resembling a white inverted triangle.

"Record: Adarlings, Ark World, code name: Usvi."

He also kept the alien database of the empire, so he didn't spend a lot of world recognizing the identities of these dead enemies.

"First paragraph: Finished."

Dietrian stopped and waited for the living servants to confirm the code.

"Begin the second paragraph."

Subsequently, the servants stepped in step and began to continue processing the program loops they had previously been included in.

Five or six groups passed through the ship, performing search and destruction procedures.

The other five or six followed Dieterian and returned to the contemplation hall.

The ship trembled, making one of his servants unable to stand firm and reporting an error message on his chin~www.readwn.com~Ditrian chose to ignore it and connected to the audio system.

"Ditrian calls Talos of the First Talon."

But only the sound of the explosive gun firing in response, intermittently on the audio channel, and the distance is erratic.

"he died."

Hearing these three words, Dietrian hesitated.

"Request further confirmation."

"He's not dead."

Another voice came.

"I heard him speak, what do you want to do, bishop?"

"Who am I talking to?"

"Kalad of the Sixth Talon."

Suddenly, the soldier's voice was interrupted, and the blasting gun clicked for a while.

"We are guarding the platform of the flight deck."