Chapter 386

Talos realized that his nose was bleeding.

He staggered one step further, concentrating on the pain that had almost halved his skull.

The automatic alarm of power a sounds.

He saw van jood, his former chief officer, the brother he had looked up to, beyond recognition under the influence of terrible chaos.

So many brothers died.

He's dying, too.

He can't go on.

Taros's footsteps finally stopped moving and froze in place.

But the enemy opposite him was no better. When the prophet approached, her own body began to harden and tremble, and her fingers were like claws.

Suddenly, Talos saw a figure, a dark blue figure, with blood bat wings towering on both sides of his head, and a huge halberd on his shoulder.

So familiar——

A scream burst out.

It was a scream of primitive terror, torn from ADA's throat.

The nightmare fantasy immediately disintegrated.

Suddenly, Talos's thoughts became clear.

The pain caused by psychological warfare disappeared and dissolved in high emotions.

The warlock knelt down - the unrestrained power bounced back and tore her apart.

Around her, the other spirits seemed stunned and motionless.

At this time, a low rumble echoed at the entrance of the damaged bridge, accompanied by shouts and banging combat boots.

Valle bumped in, and the third fierce claw soldiers managed to open the explosion-proof door of the bridge.

They flooded into the room and raised their guns. Now it's their chance to get in front of these aliens.

"Fire!"

The scream of the dying alien resounded through the control center.

While her kind was knocked down, Zhan Wu tried to stand up

Talos strode towards her. The blood on his nose had coagulated. Before the alien could protect himself, he hit her with a bomb, broke through her black armor and burst savagely from the back.

She fell to the ground like a discarded puppet, the sword fell on the nearby deck, and the wailing of the sword stopped.

The spirit clan who paralyzed the curse echo artillery console behind her also fell down, full of gun holes.

In range, the artillery console was also broken, and the alien equipment inserted into the meditator was smashed.

When Talos came up to the warlock, she was still alive, reluctantly.

"This is your time of death, alien."

"I will return to USVI's arms, and you will wail in the gluttonous mouth of the evil god."

"Don't worry, I will crush your soul stone, all."

Talos said coldly and raised the power sword.

"For centuries, I've endured the illusion of your family. It won't happen again."

The prophet was ready to wave his weapon, but at the same moment, his automatic sensor sounded.

The vital signs of the spirit family disappeared.

Talos slowly put down his sword. He was not in the mood to desecrate the body now.

When all the invaders were wiped out, the bridge was flooded with noise and organized chaos as usual.

The surviving officers and attendants shouted back and forth, running between their positions.

The rest of the first fierce claw went to the east door to check their weapons. Mortals were scattered in front of them, and all the etiquette of respect was ignored.

Only Talos lingered in front of his command seat. He checked uthus and made sure that his former comrade in arms had returned to the embrace of the gods he believed in - he could not tell whether it was good or bad for uthus.

But the first fierce claw lost another fighter, which is full of regret anyway.

"Why don't we engage the enemy ship?"

Talos turned his eyes to the display screen and looked at the scarlet screen. The enemy warships surrounded them with grinding patience.

"At present, all our teams are engaged in anti landing operations and can't jump."

Celion replied.

"Are you crazy? I won't jump."

The prophet said coldly:

"I want them to burn."

"They wandered outside our range, slid away after dropping the jump pod, and the weapon system --"

Talos looked at his brothers, then the crew, as if they had been fooled out of their minds.

"Then catch up with them."

When everyone was a little confused, Cylon cleared his throat.

"You think so, really?"

The prophet shook his head, not denying doubt.

"Is my words so difficult to understand?"

"We don't have this ability."

Cylon looked at the enemy ship in the distance.

"Curse echo can't do it. You know that. We're lucky to survive."

"I don't think so much. I want revenge."

"But..."

Cylon slowly closed his mouth and looked expressionless as Talos stared at him.

"They have to die."

The hydraulic system opened the east gate, and vallel limped in. Sparks were released at the lock of his biochemical feet and knees. The blood washed on the human skin cloak hanging on his armor. The original pirate heavy fist on his shoulder has now become a pool of fuzzy marks, but the winged skeleton of the Legion on on the other shoulder armor stands proudly in blood.

"The fifth claw has cleared the main deck."

The pharmacist reports.

"Aliens are still bleeding us, but the situation has improved."

Talos didn't say anything.

"USAS?"

Valle also noticed the bodies on the ground.

"Dead."

Talos didn't look at the body. He sat in his command seat and muttered his pain. The battle potion prevented the worst.

"Try to take his genetic seeds later."

"I should recycle it immediately."

"Wait a minute. That's an order."

He looked up at his brothers in the army.

"Other fierce claws need Valle. Go to the meditation hall and protect dieterian at all costs. Once the weapon system is restored, I will inform all teams to withdraw to you."

Boom!

With a loud noise, the hull began to tremble, and Talos immediately roared:

"Scan! Is the enemy ship attacking?"

There was chaos on the bridge, but fortunately the scanning array was not damaged. After a while, the officers got a terrible news.

"My Lord! It's the defensive orbit of Nathan 6! The defensive orbit is firing on us!"

Talos realized that they jumped into the physical universe so close to the planet.

This is a huge trap. The enemy does not intend to risk directly attacking them with warships, but intends to weaken them first with planetary orbits.

If it is normal, a planet's orbital station, the curse echo is not afraid, at least it can escape.

However, the enemy's jump troops seriously damaged the warship's power and weapon system. Although it was maintained with the efforts of dieterian, it was greatly weakened.

Now they are caught between the enemy warship and the orbital station. They really can't advance or retreat.

The prophet sat down on the command throne and took a few deep breaths, but he still felt dull in his chest, so he took off his helmet and leaned his smooth back brain against the cold metal.

Maybe this is his last resort.

But he doesn't intend to die so easily. Even if he wants to die, he will choose a death more in line with the eighth Legion.

Talos connected the navigator's control room.