Chapter 337

Salpurdon had lost his mind, covered his injured body with one hand, and the mutated limbs below his waist were dripping blood. His chest was bloody, and the exuded liquid soaked his armor.

The rebellious soul drinkers and veterans gathered around him and formed an insurmountable high wall with their own flesh and blood to block the loyal ones being pursued.

The priest Iktinos knelt next to salperdon and did a simple treatment.

"His injury is very serious. We must take him out of here. The battle here has failed."

"No..."

Salpurdon suddenly raised his head, and his voice was as faint as a hairspring.

"We didn't fail..."

"Just received the news from the gunhound. The star Knights destroyed the burning wing. Now they have to surrender."

"We didn't fail..."

Think tank curators just keep repeating this sentence.

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

"His head may be confused."

Then he looked behind him and said calmly:

"We must evacuate."

"But where?"

At this time,

Salperdon screamed violently.

"Brokeback!"

Ixtinos also received the last communication after the gun hound at the same time.

"An abandoned ship appears?"

Suddenly he nodded and switched to the internal communication channel of the regiment.

"Retreat, all retreat to the flight deck!"

He also sent an encrypted message encoding pulse to show that the command was true and credible.

Then Luko put up one arm of salpurdon, and Iktinos put up another. With their help, the director of the think tank reluctantly stood up.

"Can you still walk?"

Salpurdon clenched his teeth, but he couldn't speak at all. Blood foam trickled down his lips.

After a groan, he took the first step, and then the second step.

So they dragged the lame think tank curator to leave, and the remaining veterans surrounded them. The tragic civil war made everyone sad.

"Don't go!"

With a roar, soshyan approached again, and a large number of loyal soul drinkers followed, shooting at retreating compatriots as they moved forward.

At this time, some veterans with combat shield and jump shield turned behind, and the energy field on the shield crackled and deflected the incoming bullets.

The retreating rebels were also unwilling to show weakness and fired at their former comrades in arms who tried to stop them.

Soon, more than a dozen soldiers fell.

After ten minutes of hard retreat, the rebels finally reached the gate to the flight deck - that's their evacuation route.

A group of soldiers were guarding the gate. They prepared stretchers. The priest and the fourth company commander immediately put down the director of the think tank. Then Iktinos ordered the gate to be closed.

The arms of S. S. P. Ernest slipped from their shoulders, and the blood and sealed foam on the purple armor were smeared everywhere.

Then Iktinos looked back at the gate, and the veterans behind the hall were retreating.

Many soldiers formed a semicircle, pouring destructive hail at the enemy, trying to block the enemy to cover their companions behind them - but they soon fell under the fierce attack of sevita and soshyan.

In addition to these generous warriors who died, a full number of 20 veterans were trapped in the fire compartment beside the passage and were surrounded.

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

"We have to save them --"

Luko couldn't bear to leave the besieged soldiers.

"We must retreat!"

The priest suddenly interrupted him.

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

Luko was a little confused and his limbs trembled because of what he saw today.

"Come on, Luko."

"But --"

Luko still couldn't stop watching the brothers being slaughtered. The Furious soshyan was desperate to kill anything that blocked him.

"Salperdon!!"

Soshyan shouted, like a wounded wolf.

"Get over here and face me!!!"

He grabbed the body of a soul drinker he had previously killed from the ground, cut off its head with a sword, and then threw the head like a grenade into the middle of the soul drinker veterans behind the closing gate.

"I will kill you myself! I swear to the emperor with my soul!! you will never run away!!!"

The huge head rolled to Luko's feet. When he looked down, his head's eyes were still glaring, and he couldn't be more familiar with the bloody face.

"Glavis!!"

Luko picked up the head and his voice trembled. He was a close friend who had served with him for nearly 200 years and was also one of the most precious veterans and noncommissioned officers of the regiment.

However, he died.

Luko looked up at soshyang, and the other party also looked at him in a moment. At the moment when their eyes met, the heavy steel gate closed.

After being temporarily separated from the pursuit, the remaining 200 soul drinker veterans dared not stay any longer and ran directly to the hangar. Those with parked thunder eagles and shuttles.

In this process, salperdon was always in a coma.

Until he was put into the thunder eagle's cabin.

In the flashing red warning light, the ramp of the engine room door is closed, and the air vent immediately discharges air to pressurize the cabin.

At this time, salperdon finally woke up.

"Ixtinos..."

He called the priest's name weakly.

"Ixtinos!"

Ixtinos was completely exhausted, so he had to move to the director of the think tank and put his hand on each other's chest.

"How's it going?"

"Ixtinos..."

Salperdon began to mutter to himself.

"I was wrong, we were all wrong... I destroyed the regiment... Everything..."

"Salperdon?"

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

"I shouldn't have done it to gorgorgory."

"Now everything is in vain."

Iktinos clapped the other party's hand angrily. At this time, a plasma saw was burning close to his hand. The pharmacist who had been on the flight deck was cutting the armor to treat his wound.

"No, no, it's not in vain..."

Salpurdon showed a mocking smile, and his teeth were covered with his own blood.

"He spoke to me, he spoke to me again, he is guiding us... Guiding..."

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

"With whom? With the things on the wreck?"

Salperdon shook his head and Kankan remained awake.

"It's him, he told me..."

He was trembling and short of breath.

Just before he lost consciousness, he whispered:

"... the emperor is guiding me."

Iktinos looked at the drooping head of the think tank curator and suddenly shook his head, with only disgust and sarcasm in his eyes.

He still thought the emperor was guiding him.

But in the dark, only——

Deeper darkness