The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"The Emperor's Angel of Death (

No. 587 was not designed for war, it was not even designed for independent operation. In the past few decades, its management agreement was established around short trips between colonial worlds, mainly to execute armed forces. Transportation and space rescue missions and.

Valentine's training has always emphasized-if you encounter danger, immediately flee to a nearby planet.

He was sitting on the simple command seat, his sad head was big, his palms were sweaty, and he felt that the entire universe had folded on its own, and the familiar things had disappeared, but there was no new one to replace it.

"How far is it from the planet?"

Later, he asked the sensor administrator.

The silly guy turned to him from under the detection platform.

"It's not clear yet, but...wait, Golden Throne, I saw something on the remote scanner."

Valentine felt his stomach twitching.

"let me see."

The display array installed on the command seat switches to the remote image and rotates to perform the main yaw correction.

The captain concentrated his energy, adjusted his vision and focus, and finally found something hundreds of kilometers away and was approaching quickly.

"what is that?"

He asked hoarsely.

no answer.

No one has seen anything like this on the bridge.

"They are intercepting us, we can't go any faster!"

Valentin is in chaos now. Something happened a week ago. Only half of the people knew that the emergency agreement that was being worked out required all naval assets to be shipped to the main constellation station.

Of course, this is meaningless to him, because no matter what happens, they only need to dock with the transport fleet according to the schedule.

Therefore, they have not given much concern about the possibility of being intercepted.

The only problem is that the transport ship is missing.

The communication fell silent and remained silent.

From then on, Valentin realized what had happened and quickly drove from the edge of the galaxy towards the star.

But even so, they are too late.

He found his hands trembling, so he firmly grasped the armrest of the throne.

"Make evasive action!"

The sensor manager stared at him, and the first officer stared at him. Their ship uses a standard sub-plasma engine. These people didn't know what the captain meant by "evasive action".

Valentine wanted to talk, but felt his lips wet, so he looked down.

His nose began to bleed, dripping to form a dark net on his work clothes, he wiped the blood off, but couldn't stop it.

Then, he heard a buzzing buzzing sound from the spacecraft's communicator, and the transmitter connected to the command seat came out with knocking sounds.

The sensor manager suddenly looked uncomfortable, and he bent over in his seat, clutching his stomach.

Valentine tried to concentrate.

"What about that goal?"

There was no answer, so Valentin approached the console himself and stared at the data.

"My God, it's right above us!"

In the next second, the automatic siren used to detect the approaching object was activated, the red light was spinning, and the horn was howling.

The lights on the bridge flickered and finally went out, plunged them into total darkness.

"Turn on the emergency power supply!"

Valentine screamed and stood up, reaching for his pistol.

The blood ran down his chin and he felt dizzy.

soon,

The dim red light lit up, dispelling some shadows to the minimum.

He saw his crew staggering, some were bleeding like him, some were struggling in pain from nowhere.

The hum is getting louder and harder to think.

He staggered across the main console, he could hear a bang from somewhere above, and then a violent crash.

The boat shook and spun, as if being punched by a huge hand.

Then I heard the scream of metal rubbing metal, and then a series of explosions.

When he realized that his power pack was empty, he immediately cursed.

During the long journey, he always wanted to check it out, but there were always more important things that distracted him and didn't have time to take care of it.

Valentine stumbled back to the command post and opened the compartment embedded in the armrest, which contained many necessities that he needed to store and use.

As he knelt down, he heard the sound of the impact getting closer and closer-huge impact, one after another, like a terrible drum.

The alarm wailed, and the low buzzing sound pierced his ears.

It took him a few seconds to reach the compartment, reach out to press the safety clasp, and fumbled.

His gloves were covered with blood, his chest became slimy, and all kinds of weird sounds made people crazy.

The men screamed, the women screamed, and the deck vibrated rhythmically with the increasing impact under their feet.

Valentin could hardly see what he was doing, but he managed to open the hatch and took out a new energy pack.

Shaking, he inserted the replacement ammunition into the pistol and lowered the lock of the bullet inlet.

Then he turned around, facing the bridge, holding the laser gun in both hands, looking for something to aim.

The darkness was as thick as bilge water, and a bunch of vague outlines were reflected in the dark red mist.

boom--!

Suddenly, the blast door of the bridge was exploded, and the mutilated body of the guard flew through the jagged gap.

Valentin raised the laser gun and fired—one or three scorching flames illuminated the twisted shape he couldn't recognize. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

For a moment, he thought he had hit a group of twisting snakes, which overflowed from the jagged gap, flapping and sliding across the deck.

But when the giant strode into the cabin, he saw that the so-called "snakes" were actually meat rolls and horns growing out of thick armor.

"God Emperor!"

Valentin shot again and again, his fingers tightly on the trigger in panic.

He couldn't see how many there were—five? Six?

The captain noticed some strange details in the dementing fear. He noticed hundreds of numbers engraved on the monster’s armor, as well as some other small signs and symbols that he didn’t recognize. He also noticed the protection of them. There is a larger image on the shoulder—a metal eyelid surrounded by eight-pointed stars.

The laser is useless.

The captain looked directly into the monster's eyes. He could smell the sulfur smell and could hear the heavy breathing in his chest.

He wanted to scream, but his throat choked.

He cannot shoot or move.

After entering, the monster leaned over to him, the huge horned helmet resembling the head of a wild beast.

"You are lucky."

It was in vague Gothic, and it sounded heavy, unfamiliar, and obviously old, distorted by the sound generator, pipes, and other things lurking under that nightmarish visor.

Valentin hardly reacted to this question.

lucky? Is this a sick joke?

"...A fairly qualified sacrifice."

Suddenly, the captain noticed that the sound was not from under the opponent's helmet, but from the grinning demon face on the opponent's breastplate.

The next moment, his mind was overwhelmed by the boundless darkness.

"Send a message to Zhanshuai, the last target has been removed, and a full-scale attack can be launched."