Chapter 362

An explosion interrupted the Loyal Star Warrior, mixed with a distant scream.

"This is taros, who curses the echo warship. I don't say jokes, but only tell the truth. Your attack failed, and your action to escape our revenge failed. When we spoke, we were watching you die on our bird divination projection. If you have any last words, say them for future generations now, and we will remember them, because we are the Eighth Army Our memory will last forever. "

"Dirty, hateful traitor!"

The messenger crackled.

"He sounds so angry."

Cylon joked, and then Talos gave him a silent stare to calm him down.

"Taros?"

The company commander's voice rang again.

"Yes, Aeneas."

"May you be cursed and deceived in eternal hell."

Talos nodded, although his opponent didn't want to see the gesture.

"I'm sure I will, but you arrived before me, so now

Die, company commander, and mourn your wasted life. "

"I am not afraid of sacrifice. The blood of martyrs is the seed of the Empire! In the name of kiriman! Courage and honor -"

The link was broken, and in the projection, the enemy ship's Rune symbol disappeared in the cruel asteroid storm.

"The cloak of kingship is lost with all souls."

The female correspondent said.

"Take us closer to the wreckage area and destroy everything left with weapons."

"Yes, my Lord."

Talos rose from his throne, tired and painful.

"Our whole conversation was broadcast on the ship. I hope those surviving bastards of the origin regiment can hear the death of their company commander and be dismayed by the news that their warships were burned

Lose heart. "

Then Talos went to the edge of the strategy room and carried shire's body on his shoulder.

"I will mourn my brother and call me only in urgent need."

All the disturbing affairs receded, and Talos sat alone in the silence of the first fierce claw weapon room.

After the brutal fighting in recent weeks, now he is very eager for peace.

Van drow died and the blood alliance was destroyed. Now the broken eagle is only a few physically and mentally tired and scarred ghosts, and a dozen are hardly astat's bloody eye raptors.

At this time, although he was reluctant to admit it, Talos was very eager to have Charles by his side.

Charles was there when Talos first killed: a shopkeeper selling human flesh was killed by a boy on the dark night of nostam.

When the underworld war swept the city, he depended on him, always swearing, always the first to shoot, the last to ask questions, always confident and never regretted.

Shire is the most real blade of the first fierce claw, and it is also the strength that they form a backbone in battle.

It is because of him that other fierce claws are always unwilling to confront them.

When Charles was alive, Talos never worried that the first fierce claw would lose a battle.

Although they have never liked each other, brotherhood does not require friendship, but loyalty.

When they stood back to back, the whole galaxy was burning - always brothers, never friends, and came to the end together on the road of traitors.

But none of this is listening now.

"If there is hell in this world --"

Talos murmured bitterly, covering his headache:

"You're going there now. I'm sure I'll see you there soon, brother."

The curse echo is still drifting quietly, waiting for the pilot to recover and venture back to the great eye again.

Under the current circumstances, even a short flight may kill otavia, let alone a voyage that lasts months or years across most of the galaxy.

Talos knew too well that he had never experienced a real sub space storm.

The eye is an unwelcome refuge, even for experienced wizards.

An untested pilot, especially an exhausted pilot, is a burden he doesn't want to test until he has no other choice.

When he closes his eyes, he can still see the spirit family.

Their light figure danced in the swaying shadow, shadow to shadow - dark, quiet, silver and shrill.

Spirit clan, he no longer needs to sleep to see them.

Although he got the inspiration he wanted, did it also accelerate his degradation, just like some kind of cancer treatment, which did nothing but aggravate the black spread of the tumor??

A few weeks ago, he argued with Valle in the pharmacy, but the truth was ruthless - he didn't need to read bird divination instruments or biorhythm scans to know he was festering.

These dreams are enough evidence.

Since Charles died, they have become worse - more serious and unreliable.

But even so, it is controllable, at least for a while.

The dreams of the spirit family are different because they are not just dreams. He no longer needs to sleep to feel them.

The howl and blade of the crazy alien became as real as the walls around him, as real as his brother's voice.

What bothered him most was why he could see them?

Since the hell iris, when the dream first came, he was not ashamed that he didn't want to return to the eye of fear.

But now the prophecy seems to have come to naught.

Charles could not die twice. He had never been so pleased with his mistakes as now.

It's not easy to decide how much to tell others.

Tell too much and they won't follow him.

If it was too little, they would pull the chain and resist his guidance.

"Talos."

Suddenly, a shadow said at the edge of his sight.

The sound is familiar.

Instinct forced him to look to the left.

But nothing.

No image, no sound.

When he exhaled, he heard the collision of blades and ceramsite, as vague as memory. It may have come from somewhere near the ship; Probably in his mind.

"Talos."

Another voice whispered, something across his vision.

He glanced and saw it disappear.

But he vaguely recognized that it was a bat wing helmet.

"Talos."

He lowered his head and breathed slowly, abnormally enjoying the pulsation of blood vessels in his skull. The pain reminded him to wake up.

Some kind of omen, the energy from his inheritance of the protoplasm, is also the reason why he can lead the war Gang so far.

But he didn't like the feeling of tearing his skull to pieces.

"Talos, Nathan four."

He hung his head, his aching head.

"What's there?"

"Talos, Nathan system..."

"Tell me what it is!"

He growled.

"Fate."

A word he hated and feared, the soul hunter's body trembled and woke up soaked in sweat.

He immediately summoned a servant.

"How long have I rested?"

"Thirty five hours and zero -"

"Prepare the ship to change its course."

"Er... Where is it?"

"Storm domain, Nathan galaxy."