Chapter 476

Macalyon strolled through the flight deck of the star castle. The key systems of hell pupil have been basically controlled by the imperial soldiers, but some key parts are controlled by the red pirates.

The emergency escape area is one of them.

Two teams of star Knights respectfully and carefully kept firing at a distance while protecting the fearless advance of the two wings. Their blaster guns tore at the defeated enemy line.

The revived soldier did not know their names at all, but he recognized the armor worn by some of them - the many scars caused by the suffering and survival of the broken Eagle war Gang, which he still recognizes now.

But the soldiers in armor are no longer familiar.

For fearless, the biggest sorrow is that things are right and people are wrong.

The passion and enthusiasm brought by the battle soon cooled in the immortal body. Now he felt very strange to command these strange soldiers as the "venerable" of the star knight.

In the past, they fought because they had long forgotten hatred, and the soldiers of the eighth Legion screamed curses that had not been issued.

Now, the soldiers in their armor are for the emperor who was abandoned by macalyon.

Dark thoughts, these dark thoughts are disturbing his mind.

The foot of fearless machine armor covered with armor and claws crushed the body with his huge weight, and the multi tube hot-melt gun on his right arm kept firing, blasting the red pirate's defense line out of one gap after another.

Attracted by his huge body, these people rushed forward recklessly just to destroy his sacred mechanical body.

Perhaps there is a part of him who wants them to succeed, just a small part, an inner area that remains silent when the battle takes place.

There is no joy here. The war philosopher has never experienced joy in battle, but the pleasure of battle can make him focus and concentrate on dealing with external affairs.

Now, this concentration has died with his original identity, just like his cold sarcophagus shell.

At this time, an armed machine servant equipped with four whistling chain saws rushed to the fearless machine armour. Makarion grabbed it and crushed the machine servant with invincible lightning claws.

When the charged power claw blade crushed the servant, the dull body was immediately evaporated by the moving electric light. Then makarion lit the flame ejector in the center of the lightning claw, covered the semi mechanical monster in the liquid fire and roasted the flesh and blood.

The next moment, he threw the body into the front of the enemy line, lamenting their indifference to this sophisticated killing technique.

Lost mother, this war is really a waste of the Legion's talent.

Although it was not long, he was tired of fighting for the Empire and the emperor.

"Macalyon."

Suddenly, a voice came from the communication network.

For him, it took a lot of trouble to use the communicator correctly instead of cutting the external loudspeaker on the armor, and the warming war did not help at all.

"I'm sevita."

Hearing the name,

His hot-melt gun had turned a red pirate into slag, and the rest fell into the crowd.

"Company commander, shouldn't you also appear here? Won't you call me up just to kill everyone for you?"

"Marcarion, it's time to go. Now turn to zone 1-17. There's a thunder Eagle there. We'll wait for you there."

"Us? Who else?"

"Malik them."

Before the words fell, the pain penetrated his whole body like a ghost, accompanied by a pain. Makarion's real body was thinking in a container full of liquid. He felt the silk secretion covering his face, and the sharp nerve pain washed away his pale body.

The red pirate who tried to pierce the chain saw into the fearless mecha knee was soon hammered into a pool of mud. Makarion rotated his axis and straightened his lightning claws. Several red pirates who tried to attack were immediately beaten back to their companions and smashed to pieces.

"Where are we going?"

Macalyon roared, and his pain surfaced on the communication network.

"Sai, now you make me feel very strange. You have too many secrets. Just like the plasma tortured by hallucinations, I can't see through you."

"Ha, marcarion, as if you could see through me before, we're going -"

When the last few words were said, makarion's mechanical body froze and let the enemy beat his iron coffin with weak firepower.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely true."

"What about these star knights?"

Makarion put his lightning claws in an arc in front of him, sprayed a fire wall from the flame emitter, and the two teams next to him pushed with explosive guns and swords under his protection.

The enemy in the emergency escape area soon collapsed and began to scramble for the right to use the last few shuttles.

Some red pirates even pointed their guns at their companions who had just fought side by side.

Then the fearless mecha slowed down and slowly.

He turned and watched.

The noise surrounded him, which was hidden by the rotation of his joints and the roar of his weapons.

Solid bullets hit his shell like a rainstorm.

"They have the ability to clean up this mess."

"But what they are going to face is Huron."

The fearless mecha's power stove roared louder when makarion reconnected the enemy, and the loudspeaker on his shell burst out loud when he roared in nastrom.

"If he can't even solve Huron, he's not qualified to be that... Don't worry, they can at least get out of the body. Time is pressing. Get out quickly."

"What tools do we use to leave?"

"There is a paralyzed pirate predator ship nearby. I have a way to get it moving again."

"OK, I'll come right away."

Just as the elite of the eighth Corps quietly withdrew from the battlefield, malakin on the mother of tears had also fallen into a dilemma.

The enemy's firepower is strengthening, and most of its own capital ships have been damaged.

Distracted, the abyss catcher turned his head to a mortal team member who had no intention of remembering his name.

"Current status of squadron integration?"

The officers wore out of date military uniforms and stood upright to confirm the display and control panel.

"The battle damage rate of blood wing squadron exceeds 60%, and that of golden spear squadron has exceeded 70%. Only balzhiguang squadron has maintained the battle damage rate near the red line of 40%. At present, after reorganization, each squadron can dispatch two more rounds."

Malakin leaned forward and made the sound of armor rubbing.

"Why is the war damage rate so high?"

"Confirming, my Lord."

The officer picked up the microphone pinned to his coat.

"This is the command deck. Now please -"

Malakin never understood how mortal fear was displayed. He just watched the officer's face turn pale and his heart beat like a drum, louder and faster.

Obviously, is it bad news or bad news that ordinary people don't want to tell.

"Some combat aircraft pursued too deeply and entered the enemy's air defense fire network. Sir, the chief flight commander is... Correcting."

"Order them to stop the attack and immediately."

The officer gave the order. When he listened to the reply, he swallowed his saliva and wanted to speak.

The response from the flight control center was swift and fierce. Mortals decided not to tell some of them to the battle leader.

Suddenly, another sound was inserted.

"My Lord."

Malakin turned his head and was surprised at the rising discomfort in the kiss of the population.

"Say."

"Commander soshiyangzhan wants to talk to you directly. He said it was the most urgent event."

"Open channel."

"Brother malakin."

Soshyan's voice echoed on the bridge.

"We have control of the starcastle."

"The emperor is on the."

Malakin was relieved. Although there were all kinds of accidents in time, the plan was still going according to the steps.

"Brother malakin, now you have to make way for Huron."

Hearing soshyan's words, malakin pursed his lips.

Of course he knows what's next in the plan.

"Brother soshyan, I hope I can participate in the last step. I will hand over the command to friar Lothar."

"Yes, brother malakin, I promise Huron is yours."

"Thank you."

After the communication was closed, malakin took a deep breath and gently pressed the bloody wide blade in his waist with his palm trembling with excitement.

"Huron... Don't die until I come."