Chapter 388

Talos said in a restrained voice.

"I'm trying to end this battle so that we can all return to our insignificant lives and our souls can still cover our skin... I'm not irritable by nature, and I allow you to speak and make suggestions, but don't regard my indulgence as weakness. I order you to comply. You can't test my patience again tonight. The weapons supervisor just told us It shows this scene. "

The body beside Talos was still twitching and bleeding, and the prophet handed his bloody face to the nearest flight attendant.

"Put these away."

The servant looked at him with dull eyes.

"In what way, my lord?"

The question was silent.

"Eat it or what, I don't care."

The prophet swaggered back to his throne and walked through the dirt exposed by the body.

Nevertheless, he did not hold his aching head in his hand.

Something in his brain threatened to explode and crush his skull.

"Genetic seeds will kill you. Some people are doomed not to survive after implantation."

An inexplicable voice rang out. Talos looked up and looked at the chain still hung by ruwen.

"I killed you."

He announced to the pile of bones.

"My lord?"

An officer in front of him asked carefully. Talos looked at him and realized that he must have been strange just now.

The pressure from the skull made him lose his mind, made his body spasm, and his face squinted forever like a stroke.

Pressing down the nausea, Talos wiped the saliva from his slightly open mouth on the back of his hand.

Is this the end of our fall?

The prophet tried to clear his mind.

"I have nothing."

Taros hissed.

"All departments are ready to deploy tornado torpedoes. When the 'scream' begins to work and drive away the enemy's warships, they immediately launch torpedoes into orbit."

"Sir, the probability of being intercepted is very high when launching from this distance."

"I know, execute."

Just as Talos was busy designing their new breakthrough plan, the first strong claw team had left the bridge and entered the lower deck.

They must deal with the rest of the trouble.

"USAS died in the war."

Makushen said to the darkness.

"I can't believe he couldn't have been killed."

Celion giggled.

"Obviously not."

At this time, the lights around them went out with the rupture of the overload circuit, and the ship made a strange groan under their boots.

The air in the cabin seemed to stay on them for a while, pushing and pulling their limbs.

"How does it feel?"

Valle asked, his backpack light box glittered in the dim light, forming a beam in the dark.

The light was projected on the empty iron tunnel ahead,

Although their retinal display was filtered, other Night Lords instinctively turned their heads to avoid the harsh light.

"Don't use that thing."

Celion whispered,

Valere did it immediately - he was amused, even though he didn't have an elegant smile.

"Please answer my question first."

The former Red pirate pharmacist continued to ask.

"What caused the sound, and the vibration of the ship?"

Cylon took the remains of the first claw through the tunnel and moved deep into the ship.

"This is the inertial adjustment to release the cyclone warhead. What Talos did was either very smart or very stupid."

"He's angry."

Ma Kushen added that his brothers were still wearing helmets and didn't stop to look back.

"Talos will not tolerate the death of anyone in the first fierce claw, whether it is Charles or USAS, even if he doesn't like them... I can see from the way he walks that he is hurt."

Cylon led the remaining claws around another corner and followed the spiral walkway to the next deck.

The crew dispersed in front of them, just as Kona avoided the sudden light.

Only a few people, some dressed like beggars, knelt at their master's feet and cried, pleading to tell them what had happened.

Cylon kicked one of them aside and the first strong claw passed the others.

"The ship is as big as a small city."

He said this to the brothers behind him.

"If aliens want to play hide and seek with us all the time, we may never dig them out."

"Did you hear what they found on deck 30?"

Makushen suddenly asked.

But Cylon just shook his head and didn't answer.

"Don't sell off, tell me."

"Well, well, I said, a few nights before we arrived in the storm domain, the weeping eye reported something... They said that the wall over there was alive. The metal had blood vessels and pulse, and it would bleed when cut."

Cylon turned his head to Valle, with a disgruntled sneer hidden behind his dazzling helmet.

"What did you dirty little fools do to the ship before we stole it back?"

The pharmacist stamped forward, his prosthetic limbs hissing in imitation of human joint structures.

"I've seen the midnight Lord's transport ship much more corrupt than you think. I'm not a loyal man, Cylon, but I've never said respect to those in power. Sub space will distort what it touches. I don't deny this, but will you pretend that there is no polluted deck in your precious blood League?"

"No."

"Is that so? Are you just wandering on the sparsely populated deck? Have you walked through thousands of slaves on board? Are all these as pure and unchanged as you say? Even though you have been in the eyes of greatness for decades?"

Cylon turned and shook his head, but Valle wouldn't let him lie.

"I hate hypocrisy most, the first strong claw Cylon."

"Be quiet for a while. Don't cry to me. I'll never understand why Talos saved you or why he let you go with us when we left hell."

Valer said nothing. He was not a long winded man and did not feel the need to make a final decision in the debate. These things were irrelevant.

When they reached another deck below, makushen spoke, his voice accompanied by their footsteps.

"Celion, he stays with us because he is one of us."

More slaves were scattered before them - all in rags,.

"Yes, since you say so."

Cylon replied impatiently.

Seeing his attitude, makushen uttered a low sigh.

"Ha, do you think he's not one of us because the sun won't hurt his eyes?"

Cylon shook his head.

"I don't want to argue, brother."

"I'm sincere in saying that."

Makushen insisted:

"Talos also believes this. Becoming the eighth Legion means a kind of concentration, a kind of calm and concentration... No cousin we kill has. You don't have to be born in a world without sunshine to be one of us. You just need to understand fear, take pleasure in exerting it, and taste its salty urine smell on mortal skin. In short, just like We can think the same way, and Valle did it. "

Cylon looked back at Valle. He drew lightning jagged tears and tore the helmet's visor.