Chapter 389

"He is not a nastrom“

Makushen, who had never laughed, laughed.

"Almost half of the people selected by us are of Tara origin. Cylon, do you remember the time when long sevita fell? Do you remember that the black armour guards were divided into several piles because they refused to serve Sahar? I have so many examples here. Think about it carefully."

"I respect Sahar."

"Me too."

Makushen agreed.

"Although I have no feelings for him, I respect him, even if the black armour is playing

When Vita was dissolved after his death, we also know that their resistance to Sahar did not just stem from simple prejudice... Some of the first company were Taras. They were the oldest Legion soldiers at that time. Even Malek was also Tara. The world in which he was born was much more complex, but for most of us, whether you were from Tara or nastrom, or were born It doesn't matter in any other world. "

Makushin pointed to his eyes.

"No matter what world we were born in, genetic seeds can darken our eyes, and we disappear with the disappearance of genetic protoplasm

Division, I'm afraid, is also the fate of every Legion... So we are a war gang with a common cause, a shared heritage and ideology. "

"It's not that simple."

Cylon still refused to waver.

"Valere's eyes are not black. His throat and chest have red pirate gene seeds."

Makushen shook his head.

"Brother, I'm surprised that you still hold such a long-standing prejudice, as you wish, because of our demand

The debate is over. "

But Cylon didn't want to end at this time. He crossed a guardrail and fell to the platform ten meters down, followed by his brothers.

"Tell me about it."

His voice is not so sharp now.

"Why do you refuse to follow Sahar?"

Makushen clenched his teeth and took a breath.

"I hardly had a chance to talk to any of them, which doesn't seem to be true

Because Sahar has any defects as a substitute for sevita, more importantly, no one can deserve a real company commander

No one can match him. The black armor guards refused to serve other leaders after sevita's death, because sevita made them look like that, a brotherhood that cannot be broken in any other way and united by brotherhood, blood and responsibility. "

"Yes, I remember seeing a company commander for the first time. He is an interesting and charming man. Unfortunately, I am not qualified to join the black armour."

"His death is our greatest loss. Just like no one in the Legion can really serve as a commander after the death of the mother, this is not the way we should go. Up to now, I'm afraid we won't even follow the mother for our own future... We have experienced 10000 years of change, war, distortion, pain and struggle."

Valle leaned over and his backpack collided with the bulkhead, making a harsh metal friction sound.

"Saivita, Prince of crows, I've heard of him."

The pharmacist asked curiously:

"Is sevita dead?"

Others snickered and snored, but no one paid attention to him. The remnants of the first fierce claw continued to move forward and go deep into the shadow of their home.

At taros on the bridge, watch the torpedo's wake fly towards the orbital station.

In the past, he might have been surprised at the power he learned to hold, but now he just looks at it silently.

But he knew that a few tornado torpedoes were not enough to break through the tight orbital defense fire, but they could attract the attention of defenders.

"I want to hear screams."

The prophet stared and said.

"Yes, master."

The female correspondent adjusted the bridge speakers to project the auditory effect of the ditrian interference field.

Sure enough,

The sound matches its name.

For a moment, the air was filled with the whine of audio resonance.

It was a hateful organic sound. Under the torture of furious screams and roars, the voice of a lonely man added fuel to the fire.

The technical expert was very proud of the design of interference projection equipment, and Talos was grateful for it.

Screaming makes it easier to hunt enemy ships in the cold void.

Nevertheless, it also has a huge disadvantage - power consumption is very serious.

'screaming 'can hide them in the blindness of their prey, but every generator on board is providing power for it. They can't launch their energy weapons and can only crawl at half the speed.

They can't even raise the void shield.

Talos wanted to know what had happened on the enemy's bridge, but what was certain was that their system must have been drowned in screams.

Do those aliens panic?

Maybe, maybe not.

Victory comes from the change of the nature of the game. Talos knows this well and doesn't hesitate to cheat.

The scream blinded the enemy's eyes. They could not continue to track the curse echo in a short time, nor could they intercept the torpedo flying towards the orbital station.

But screaming can't affect the distant orbital station, or it can't completely affect it, let alone a group of evil alien wizards who are likely to control it now. They must have a way to shield the influence of screaming.

But they can't turn a blind eye to the great power of cyclone torpedoes.

Sure enough, one minute after the torpedo happened, the orbital station originally attacked the fire of curse echo and began to intercept all the torpedoes.

"Stop screaming."

Talos ordered immediately.

"Raise the void shield, activate the weapon and move forward at full speed!"

The curse echo trembled through space and made a short transition under the operation of the navigator.

The result of this transition was very successful. Curse echo accurately reached the high orbit of Nathan VI, which is a weak dead corner of defensive firepower.

But this transition also brought them completely into the gravitational trap of the planet. There are still covetous spirit fleets around them. They have only a moment's breathing space.

Talos quickly summoned the tactics of the first fierce claw back to the bridge.

"Nathan VI should be a prison world of the Empire."

Talos focused the hologram, and this flickering image shows

The landscape of the planet's south pole and some architectural outlines.

The first strong claws gathered together were either silent or shaking their heads.

"Those prisons can almost be called fortresses."

"Are you going to let us down to the ground?"

Macalyon made a dull voice.

"That's right. Company commander, bird divination instrument scanning shows that the prison is very large, and they extend in all directions

Several kilometers, and the labyrinth like underground part, can fight according to our rules without being affected by orbital bombardment. If the spirit family wants to get our heads, welcome them to the dark... We should hunt them like they hunt us. "

"But how long can we stay there?"

Asked lukofus, in an unusually hoarse voice.