Chapter 405

"Let me get out of this armor."

Makushen said, then his body lost control and spit blood and saliva on the floor - it immediately began to dissolve the stone.

"Yes."

Twenty engine attendants responded and began clumsy action.

"Hurry up."

Cylon guarded the entrance arch. When the slaves surrounded him, makushin threw his double blaster to Cylon.

After that, Cylon checked the ammunition preparation on the retinal display screen, and the situation was not optimistic.

"I'll miss this armor."

Cylon also began to take off the terminator's armor with the help of slaves.

"We are still alive because of this armor. The spear pierced the terminator like a knife pierced the flesh."

Makushin nodded in agreement. He struggled to get up, each movement caused muscle cramps, and a pain slipped through his spine.

"I'm afraid I can't last long..."

Makushen gasped and spit out the liquid in his mouth.

The servants began to work, drilling, loosening and prying.

Talos was relieved.

"So are we. We didn't come down to win."

Celion smiled, but said nothing more.

When the machine servant was removing makushen's power fist, his leg softened and the poet of the eighth Legion tripped and needed to lean against the wall to stand.

More blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"I'll leave you when you leave."

Makushen whispered:

"I feel my spine burning and spreading to my legs. I can't keep up with you."

Cylon looked at him and nodded.

"He's right. It's time to disperse, Talos. If we hunt her in groups, the alien will tear us apart like a cold wind."

Maku Shen roared back.

"Don't mention dispersion! Leave me and let the prophet return to the ground... Valle came for a reason, fool, Talos can't die here."

"You all shut up."

Talos took a deep breath and took off his helmet.

"Celion, keep quiet and pay attention to the tunnel."

Then he stepped forward, put makushen's right arm on his shoulder, and then supported each other without saying a word.

"Talos..."

"Shut up."

Makushen's breathing was intermittent and wet in the communication, but he stood straight with a heavy heavy heavy explosive gun in his hand - his most trusted weapon.

Hearing the movement behind him, Cylon turned around. He had already changed into flexible power armor and prepared chain saws and blasting arrows. The lightning marks on the visor looked like jagged tears.

He laughed when he noticed Talos's move.

"Let's end this. I'm tired of living anyway."

Talos then laughed too. He had never felt so funny before. Makushen nodded and muttered before he spoke.

"We'll get you to the ground, prophet. We'll skin the alien bitch after Valle's talk."

"A simple plan is often the best."

Cylon agreed, and then the remaining first claw left the room, leaving their abandoned precious terminator armor and brainless slaves disappearing in the dark.

But Talos is still too optimistic.

Makushin became an obstacle in an hour, a problem in two hours, and almost motionless in three hours.

"Just abandon me."

Makushin held Talos on his shoulder. Although he had exhausted his strength, he could hardly move a few more steps. He knew he slowed them down.

Taros naturally knew this, and Cylon knew it, but makushin knew it better than them.

He had realized that he had come to the end of his destiny and welcomed it with open arms.

"Abandon me, abandon me..."

Makushen kept saying.

"Put down the heavy bomb."

Taros replied.

"It won't help."

But makushen held the heavy bomb tighter.

"Just leave me alone and I'll kill all the alien scum that comes to me if she

Behind us, I'll buy you some time. "

Cylon paused for a moment and walked beside Talos and the lame soldier.

After looking at makushin and taking a deep breath, Cylon connected to his private communication with Talos.

"Don't waste time and energy. We should leave him, brother."

Talos didn't even glance at Cylon.

"You should keep silent."

"Talos, makushen is dying. The alien left half of his life in the room. The third fierce claw died there."

Talos shook his head and adjusted Maku's weight on his shoulder.

"That's enough, Sai. I won't leave him. I have to go to Valle."

"Your trust in the Skinner is your weakness in fighting, but don't drag our lives in. If you really give up our last hunt, makushen is right. You want to surface, but he slows us down."

Talos narrowed his eyes as he walked.

"Sometimes, Sai, you make it easy for me to understand why shire hates you."

"Is that so?"

Cylon snorted.

"Don't hide behind his ghost, as if he would smile and cheer for your feelings. Charles will be the first person to abandon him. You know this as well as I do. This is one of the few consensus I have reached with him."

Talos did not answer.

"Brother."

Makushen said suddenly and calmly.

"I heard her. She came running from the dark."

But the prophet only stepped up his efforts. Cylon stood on the other side of makushin and helped the wounded soldier kick forward.

"Talos."

Maku snorted.

"Shut up and move."

"It's time, flame throne, soul hunter! It's time to abandon me and run."

Talosten stopped————

A minute later, the two survivors began to run wildly.

They ran quickly, their boots on the stone, and never looked back.

The strengthened muscles are bound together and move in the fiber bundle, while three lungs and two hearts operate in the undulating chest.

Talos leaped over a pile of rocks as deftly as a gust of wind.

His eyepiece is flashing runes, and it is estimated that his current speed is between 84 and 87 kilometers per hour.

These numbers drop whenever he is forced to slip around a corner or jump from an adjacent wall in order to maintain the illusion of speed.

After they had run for seven minutes, Talos began to curse in a low voice, and Celion noticed a trace of crying.

At the edge of the retina, the remaining three life symbols of the first fierce claw become two, and a horizontal line roars through the tactical eyepiece