Chapter 413

"You can't let her go."

Talos took a deep breath. His lungs and ribs were brutally smashed, but his mouth was still choking.

The gray floated in from his sight, but he didn't even look at it.

His fingers were completely numb. One hand rested on the broken breastplate and fell on the broken Eagle polished by the rain, while his other hand leaned against the bomb gun that fell to the ground.

Then the prophet locked the weapon on his thigh with a numb hand, and slowly sucked the cold air into the lungs he didn't want to breathe. The bleeding gums dyed his teeth pink.

"I have to go after her."

After a moment of silence, another indifferent voice responded to him.

"Don't be silly."

"Ha."

Talos let the blood rain wet his upturned face. Strangely, such a moment of kindness made soshyan believe that they could talk like that in the tragic reality.

Soshyan, dressed in terminator, looked down at Talos.

Talos thought the complete eagle emblem on each other's chest was too dazzling.

The prophet struggled to his feet, with a broken sword in his hand, and began to move, trying to cross the battlements made of black stone.

"She killed my brother. I'm going after her."

Taros first came to the place where Cylon lay.

The Phoenix Lord's dart left almost nothing on Cylon's chest. The black flame devoured most of his bones and organs below.

The prophet carefully took off Cylon's helmet, which was not only respect for the dead, but also respect for his own trauma.

Talos blinked as Cylon's hand grabbed his wrist.

His brother's black eyes whirled in their sockets and could see nothing. Tears fell on his panel like lightning.

"USAS -"

Cylon said vaguely, a lung trembling in his bare chest, and a heart still beating weakly.

"I'm Talos. USAS is dead."

"USAS."

Cylon was still chanting the names of those who had long died.

"I hate you, I hate you forever... But I'm sorry, brother, I don't want that either."

"Brother."

Talos moved his hand before Cylon's eyes, but there was no response. The other party was completely blind.

"Taros?"

Finally, as if aware of who was around him, Cylon grabbed his hand and his arm.

"I'm here, Sai."

"Good... Good. I don't want to die alone."

Cylon leaned on Talos' shoulder and curled up, then relaxed.

"Don't take away my genetic seeds."

He stretched out a hand to touch his eyes.

"I... I think I'm blind. This is the most terrible darkness."

Celion then wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

"You won't recycle my genetic seeds?"

"No."

"Then don't let Valere take it. Don't let him touch me."

"I won't."

"Well... That's good. I like what you said about this war, but don't inherit my genes. I've... Had enough of war..."

"I heard it."

Celion swallowed three times before he could speak again.

"I know you hate us, because we are all damned people. You hate the Legion, hate us, I know... I always know."

Anyway, Talos didn't say a word about it.

"I will avenge you."

"That's good... Good."

Cylon grinned and bled, and his body began to twitch.

Talos held him tight, motionless, his arms trembling, and he couldn't say a word.

Finally, it was Celion who filled the silence as usual.

"I'm dying. Everyone else in the first strong claw is dead, so..."

He gasped slowly and said the mantra he would say every time he met Talos.

"... brother... Are you... Okay?"

Talos held him in his arms and said nothing until his comrades in arms swallowed their last breath, and then gently closed Cylon's eyes.

Then he stood up and limped towards the disappearance of the Phoenix Lord.

Suddenly, his tall silver gray body stopped him.

"Stop, you have to come with us."

"Go away."

The prophet uttered a threatening growl.

"Or I'll kill you right away."

"Then you can try."

Talos raised his head and looked at each other's dark eyepiece.

"Another hero, do you want my head? Come and get it yourself."

After a second of silence, they shot at the same time.

After the bang, Talos flew out upside down and slid on his back for five or six meters before stopping. There was a 30 cm deep depression in his chest, on which the trace of his fist could be seen faintly.

Soshyang looked down at the scratch on his chest Eagle badge, which was left by the other party's broken sword.

"Cough... If you want to kill me, you have to work harder."

After coughing two mouthfuls of blood, Talos struggled to get up again.

Soshyan took a step forward.

"Talos valkoran, don't make me kill you. I won't have any psychological burden on it, traitor."

"Hahaha... If you want to kill me, come on. I'm doomed to die here. It's not her, it's you!"

Taros's laughter gradually died down. He turned stiffly like a walking corpse and looked at sevita holding a soul spear.

With a little thought, he could immediately guess that the former company commander came down with these imperial running dogs.

It goes without saying what this means.

"I don't understand, company commander, you used to be so proud. Your slogan of killing the puppet emperor is so exciting. Why..."

As he spoke, the prophet could no longer support himself and fell on his knees.

But even so, he squeezed out his last strength and roared at the top of his voice.

"Why! Why abandon us! Why betray us! Do you forget the blood shed by the plasma?"

Suddenly, Talos only felt a flower in front of him. When his sight was clear, sevita was already standing in front of him.

The crow Prince looked down at him with awe inspiring momentum. Behind the scarlet eyepiece, there was a line of sight enough to penetrate the soul.

"You don't know anything."

"You --"

Before the words fell, Talos felt his head sink and the whole man fainted.

"Leave the rest to you."

Sevita threw the soul spear that had just hit Talos' head to soshyan, then lifted Talos who was paralyzed on the ground with one hand, threw it on his shoulder, turned and walked towards the stopped thunder eagle, while makarion limped behind him.

Soshyan took the soul spear, glanced around and realized that the mess was really a little difficult to clean up.

Suddenly, he noticed the pharmacist Valere sitting at the edge of the wall. The other party seemed to be seriously injured, but he didn't die.

"Don't... leave me."

Aware of soshyan's eyes, Valle immediately gasped and climbed over.

"I will not die, nor can I die. You need the prophet, and the prophet needs me."

He said humbly to soshyan:

"I've stopped the flow of blood, eliminated the risk of sepsis and other infections, used artificial skin and armor sealant, and --"

"Shut up, traitor."

Soshyan slowly raised his arm. He was tired of accepting these traitors. The prophet was his last bottom line, and he wouldn't want one more traitor.

"Soshyan, don't kill him yet."

Sol suddenly pressed his arm.

"He's still useful."

"Okay..."