Chapter 371

After the first contact with the spirit fleet, under the control of the navigator, the curse echo ran away again and again.

Two days after its first emergency jump, the curse echo sailed back to the real void, but found a group of spirit cruisers hanging quietly near the asteroid belt.

The curse echo can only jump again to avoid the enemy's fire path in a twisted arc.

It tumbled and dived, rushed out of the material world and entered a relatively safe sub space.

Three days later, it separated from Star Trek and drifted towards the center of the storm domain, only to find that five spirit cruisers were already flying around the route.

When the curse echo approached, the alien ship adjusted the angle of the sail and went out of orbit to intercept the eighth Legion warship.

They had to run away again.

When it left subspace for the third time, it did not slow down due to the blockade of the spirit family.

The curse echo surged in the cold tide of real space, and the ship's side sang in the dark, screaming and spitting fragrance at the mouth of the alien ship.

During this process, small-scale battles broke out. The spirit family warships whose solar sails were broken by the weapon pulse of the eighth Legion tilted and turned with incredible grace.

Curse echo won a battle it could not win, concentrating all retaliatory fire to trap alien warships in the asteroid belt for long enough to force them back to sub space.

But then, for the fourth, fifth and sixth times, each successive appearance encountered more powerful obstacles, and they flew farther and farther away from their scheduled route.

"They drove us like grazing!"

When Cylon returned to physical space for the eighth time, Talos just nodded.

"I know."

"We can't get to the great eye, brother. They won't let us go. You knew that in advance, didn't you?"

"I know."

"No wonder you are so tough to change your line."

A week passed safely, and then the next week they stumbled through, but in the third week

The curse echo broke the crazy clouds again. It galloped all the way back to the material world by taking the purple lightning and agate smoke. This time, it did not stop for a short time and then enter the crack of sub space, nor did it stop to collect their directions and scanned enemies.

This time, the curse echo returns to reality and continues to accelerate, and the engine emits a blazing horn.

The warships advanced through the psychedelic colors of the nebula, deep into huge gas clouds.

Talos ordered the engine to continue roaring and push forward at the limit speed.

"There is no spirit clan."

Celion looked at the scanner.

Taros then said:

"Go at full speed and bury the ship in the nebula as deep as possible“

When the attendants began to chatter, the chief brake officer suddenly shouted.

"Lord Talos, it's urgent -"

"The scanner is disturbed."

Talos interrupted him calmly.

"That's why we're here. I know, chief brake."

Today, the first fierce claws gathered around the central throne to spend the night with their leaders. The surviving midnight lords came to the command deck one by one. They raised their eyes and looked at the eye monitor silently.

The continuous pursuit of the spirit clan makes everyone's spirit highly nervous.

A few hours passed.

Talos occasionally took his eyes away from the stars and glanced at the tactical hologram.

For a long time, holographic projection showed only stars and a gas planet rotating in the void, but nothing else.

"How long?"

Talos asked.

"Four hours."

Makushin walked past the bow weapons console and looked down over the shoulders of the seven uniformed officers stationed there.

"Four hours and thirty-seven minutes."

"It's the longest so far."

"So far.

The prophet sat in the gorgeous command chair, leaning forward, the golden sword of the blood angel was on one arm of the throne, and his own explosive gun was on the other arm.

This is a huge platform made of heavy black bronze. The throne itself extends from the central podium and overlooks the rest of the command deck.

Talos always knew that most people above were in such a state of mind that they were superior to their compatriots in the contract of blood.

But the prophet doesn't think so.

If there is any difference, it is that he feels separated from his relatives, and this feeling is uncomfortable.

"I believe we are safe."

Said Cylon tentatively.

"Don't say that."

Talos answered, shaking his head.

"Don't even think about it."

Cylon listened attentively to the voice of the podium, which had its own unique melody: the friction of levers, the murmur of servants, and the impact of boots.

"You should have a rest."

He then said to Talos.

"When was the last time you slept?"

"I don't remember."

"You're kidding."

The night Lord looked shocked.

Talos turned to Cylon, his pale face tight, and his black eyes dull from insomnia.

"Do I look like I'm kidding?"

"No, you look dead and forget to stop exercising. It's been three weeks now. You're stupid, Talos... Go and rest. I'm here."

The prophet turned to the eyeball display again.

"Thanks, not now, unless we run away."

"What if I call the Skinner to teach you a lesson?"

"Valere has told me about it."

Talos sighed with regret.

"He had charts and everything. He even wrote down the pressure in my mind in great detail and cited a lot of examples, such as the movement restrictions caused by not letting a soldier sleep for two weeks."

"Good physiology lecture. Sometimes I think he forgets that you are a pharmacist."

Talos didn't answer. He kept staring at the stars on the eye monitor.

Three weeks.

The prophet thought that he had not slept since the endless chase began. A few hours after he killed the star Whisperer, the spirit family disappeared from the void.

How many times have they been in and out of sub space since then?

How many times have they returned to real space and found another spirit fleet waiting for them?

Three weeks.

"We can't run all the time, Cylon. If we go on like this, otavia will die, we will be trapped, and we will die in the end."

Cylon looked up at Reuven's crucified remains.

"I almost regret that you killed the wizard. His power should be a favor now."

Talos turned his tired eyes to his brother. In the dark depths, something similar to recreation was shining.

"Maybe, but then we'll have to put up with his endless conversation."

"Well said."

As soon as he finished this sentence, the alarm sounded on the deck. Everyone immediately united and there was "jubilation" on the deck.

"Damn sharp ears!"

"They found us."

In the curse of Cylon, taros leaned weakly against the back of his chair. His voice was now a tired whisper.

"Yes, they found us again..."

Then he pressed the button on the communicator

"Otavia, I'm Talos,"