The Emperor’s Angel of Death

When Talos returned to the bridge, the Echo of the Curse was moving hard under the gravitational pull of the planet and the firepower of the alien warship in the distance, and various ammunition hit the Void Shield with gorgeous ripples.

It did not avoid any attacks. There was no slowing down, and no turning. The echo of the curse rushed out of the high track of Nathan 6 like a runaway horse. Every cannon and spine on both sides of the body swayed forward, preparing for the last time. Yelled angrily.

Talos sat on the throne and watched indifferently.

All commanders, all humans, are almost silent in their concentration.

The servants forwarded the printed report, in which several people slowly spit out rolls of inked parchment from the dentures.

The eyes of the prophet never left the eye monitor.

The alien fleet is waiting. He saw them moving in the void on the drift of subspace, harmoniously unpleasantly harmonious, with their glowing solar sails tilting to catch the faint rays of the sun in the distance.

"Report from each area."

In response to every part of the command deck, the shouts of "OK" and "Ready" were yelled back in an orderly rhyme, in Dieterian's words, everything was ready.

But apart from waiting, Talos actually couldn't do anything now.

"The alien fleet is preparing to intercept."

He could clearly see that the smaller ships, shaped like bones, were planning to go to cover around the orbital station.

The larger cruiser moved at the same alarming speed, advancing in a flowing arc, with its sails tilted.

He doesn't like the way they move.

Not only because its agility far exceeds the capabilities of humans, but also because it is impossible for the Echo of the Curse to surpass this fleet repeatedly. The alien shape makes this fleet seem smarter than humans.

"Fifty-five seconds, Master."

Talos leaned back on the throne, he knew very well that he might never leave this deck alive.

Running to the orbital station seems to be the hardest part. In contrast, slaughtering the poor aliens on the deck of the Echo of the Curse is a pleasant treat.

"Forty seconds."

"All targets are marked and locked!"

The officer in charge of the weapons array shouted:

"We need to be undisturbed for a whole minute to uninterruptedly release the first wave of attacks!"

"You can do it, sir, tell me how many targets this will hit?"

Talos asked with great patience.

"The actions of the Spirit Fleet are too weird. If they have been following us for side attacks...about 15 targets."

Talos' lips twitched behind his visor, not exactly a smile.

Shoot 15 targets at once, and he will miss this ship.

Echoes of the Curse is the beautiful twin sister of the Blood Covenant, and it would be rude if he still had a grudge about the armament improvements the Red Pirates had made during the century they occupied her.

"Thirty seconds!"

"Send me a whole ship communication."

"It's done, master."

Talos took a deep breath, knowing that his words had been heard by thousands of slaves, mutants, and slaves, who were sweating under the deck.

"I am the captain, Talos Varkoran, and a descendant of the Eighth Legion. I grew up in a world without the sun, just like all of you... Now an incomparable storm is hitting us. Survival depends on Your blood and sweat, no matter what deck you work on, every life will have meaning in the next few minutes, all crew, all souls! Ready to fight."

"Twenty seconds, Master."

"Turn on'Scream'."

"Yes, master."

"First shoot as planned, then fire at will."

"Yes, master."

The Echo of the Curse, with all its power, sprayed the trail of plasma flames, and under their devastating heat, it circled a semicircle under the gravity of the orbit in a nearly gorgeous posture.

The spirit warships continue to approach, their initial diving action is not as elegant as the previous Void Dance, because their prey is playing a different game.

The spirit ships are ready to fight and lie in ambush on clearer routes because they find themselves inadvertently away from the escaped prey.

"Does scream work?"

Talos asked, he could see several alien spaceships quickly turn their directions and adjust their attack routes-this is very obvious.

The officials looked down at their consoles, and no one was more sensitive than the one stationed in front of the Toizumi projector.

"The Spirit Fleet is working hard to change our trajectory, and several cruisers have deviated from the interception course."

"It works."

Talos was still sitting on the throne, resisting the desire to pace on the deck.

The roar of cannons and the heavy blow of small rocks hitting the void shield made the ship sway.

"We avoided almost half of the enemy's firepower."

In the imaging camera, the alien spacecraft is stretched out--all with smooth bones and gleaming wing sails.

He suspected that the distant sun caused the Spirit Race battleship to lack the heat required for solar sails and slow to move, but he had little understanding of the function of the alien spacecraft, and everything was speculation.

"Alien Pioneer Ship has entered the largest weapon range!"

When the officers shouted, Talos also thought of his brothers. Now they should be sitting in the airdrop cabin, and Thunder Eagle is also waiting in the landing field.

On the eyeball screen, the coin-sized orbital station doubled, and the busy attendants in their respective positions would chatter about the warheads coming in.

"It's time to launch the airdrop capsule and order Lei Ying to set off immediately."

"Yes, master."

As the echo of the curse swooped down, its abdomen sprinkled a shining "seed" toward the world below.

This process did not last long.

"the host!"

An ornithology operator shouted.

"Alien-shaped torpedoes were scanned! They can resist our interference."

"Even screaming in the face?"

Talos knew that Dieterian's machine was calibrated according to the imperial technology, but even so, he still hoped to have some effect on the spirit race.

"Some lost their way, others blew themselves midway, but one-third were still flying towards us."

"time?"

"The first one will arrive in ten seconds~www.readwn.com~ Attention everyone, ready to hit."

Soon, the quack of the ship's hull turned into a tremor, and the tremor immediately became a violent vibration.

Talos felt a new, unwelcome uneasiness creeping up his spine.

I don't know when it will start, but his preview hasn't appeared for a long time.

"The shield is weakened."

An officer was chatting in front of the console.

"Two-thirds of the energy supply."

Talos did not respond, and as the crying around him grew louder, he also watched the iron-gray metal structure in the eyeball imaging device grow bigger and bigger.

"bring it on."

He muttered to himself.

"Damn fate, come on."