Chapter 337 Panic Retreat
Sarpedon has lost his mind and is covering his injured body with one hand. The mutated joints below the waist are also dripping with blood. His chest is bloody and bloody, and liquid is oozing out. His armor was soaked.
The rebel Soul Drinker veterans all gathered around him, using their flesh and blood to form an insurmountable wall to block the pursuing loyalists.
Priest Ictinos knelt next to Sarpedon and made a simple treatment.
"He is seriously injured. We must take him away from here. The battle here has been lost."
"No..."
Sarpedon suddenly raised his head, his voice as soft as a gossamer.
"We have not failed..."
"We just received news from the Gunhound that the Astral Knights destroyed the Burning Wings, and now they have to choose to surrender."
“We did not fail…”
The think tank director just kept repeating this.
Ictinos and the fourth company commander Luko looked at each other, and then Luko shrugged.
"His head may be burned."
Then he glanced behind him and said calmly:
"We must evacuate."
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"But where?"
At this time,
Sarpedon screamed violently.
"Brokeback!"
Ictinos also received the last communication from Gunhound at the same time.
"A ruined ship appeared?"
He nodded in sudden realization and switched to the battle group's internal communication channel.
"Retreat, all retreat to the flight deck!"
He also sent an encrypted message coded pulse to show that the order was authentic and credible.
Then Luko put up one of Sarpedon's arms, and Ictinos put up the other. With their help, the think tank director reluctantly stood up.
"Can you still walk?"
Sarpedon gritted his teeth, but couldn't speak at all, and blood foam dripped from his lips.
After letting out a groan, he endured the pain and took the first step, and then the second step.
So the two dragged the limping think tank director and prepared to leave, with the remaining veterans crowding behind them. This tragic civil war made everyone grief-stricken.
“Don’t leave!!”
With a roar, Soshyan approached again, and at the same time, a large number of loyal Soul Drinker recruits followed closely, shooting at the retreating compatriots as they advanced.
At this time, some veterans holding combat shields and jump shields turned behind them, and the energy field on the shields crackled, deflecting the incoming bullets.
Not to be outdone, the retreating rebels shot at their former comrades who tried to stop them.
Soon, a dozen more soldiers fell.
After ten minutes of difficult retreat, the rebels finally reached the door leading to the flight deck - which was also their evacuation route.
A team of soldiers was guarding the door. They had prepared a stretcher. The priest and the fourth company commander immediately put down the think tank director, and then Ictinos ordered the door to be closed.
Sarpedon's arms slipped from their shoulders, and the coagulated blood and sealing foam on the purple armor were smeared everywhere.
Then, Ictinos looked back at the gate, and the veterans at the back were also retreating.
Many warriors formed a semicircle, pouring destructive hailstones at the enemy, trying their best to block the enemy to cover their companions behind them - but they soon died under the violent attack of Savita and Soshyan. Fallen.
In addition to these warriors who died generously, there are still twenty veterans trapped in the fire compartment next to the passage, and they have been surrounded.
On the battlefield, both loyalists and traitors were howling and roaring, shouting out their oaths and pain.
"We have to rescue them-"
Luco couldn't bear to leave the besieged warriors behind.
“We must retreat!”
The priest suddenly spoke and interrupted him.
"The fate of the Soul Drinkers depends on us."
Luco was a little confused, his limbs trembling constantly due to everything he witnessed today.
“Hurry up, Luko.”
“But——” Luko still couldn’t stop staring at the brothers who were being slaughtered, and the furious Soshyan was desperately Killing anything that stands in its way.
"Sarpedon!!"
Soshiyan shouted, his voice like a wounded wolf.
“Come here and face me!!!!”
He grabbed the corpse of a soul drinker he had killed earlier from the ground and decapitated it with his sword Then the head was thrown like a grenade into the midst of the Soul Drinker veterans behind the closing gate.
"I will definitely kill you with my own hands! I swear to the Emperor with my soul!! You will never run away!!!"
The huge head rolled gurglingly to Luko's feet. He looked down and saw that the head's eyes were still glaring, and the blood-stained face was all too familiar to him.
"Gravis!!"
Luco held up the head, his voice trembling. This was his close friend who served at the same time as him and fought side by side for nearly two hundred years, and was also the leader of the Chapter. One of a rare group of veteran non-commissioned officers.
However, he died just like that.
Luko looked up at Soshyan, who also looked at him for a moment. The moment their eyes met, the heavy steel door slammed shut.
After temporarily breaking away from the pursuit, the remaining two hundred Soul Drinker veterans did not dare to stay any longer and ran directly towards the hangar where the Thunderhawks and shuttles were parked.
During this process, Sarpedon was always in a coma.
Until he was put into the Thunderhawk's cabin.
Amidst the flashing red warning light, the ramp to the cabin door closed, and air was discharged from the vents to pressurize the cabin.
At this time, Sarpedon finally woke up.
"Ictinos..."
He weakly called the priest's name.
"Ictinos!"
Ictinos was completely exhausted, so he had to move to the think tank director's side and put his hand on the other person's chest.
“How was it?”
"Ictinos..."
Sarpedon began to mutter to himself.
"I was wrong, we were all wrong...I destroyed the Chapter...ruined everything..."
"Sarpedon?"
Think Tank The curator stretched out his weak hand and grabbed the priest's armor. His eyes were so sad.
"I shouldn't have done anything to Golgri."
"It's all in vain now."
Ictinos slapped the other party's hand away angrily, and then a plasma The chainsaw whirred close by his hand, and the pharmacist who had remained on the flight deck was cutting into the armor to treat his wounds.
"No, no, it was not in vain..."
Sarpedon showed a mocking smile, his teeth covered with his own blood.
"He spoke to me, He spoke to me again, He is guiding us...guiding..."
His eyes became sluggish again, and he seemed to be on the verge of coma again.
"With whom? With the things on the hulk?"
Sarpedon shook his head, struggling to stay awake.
“It’s Him, it’s Him who said to me...”
He was shaking and breathing rapidly.
Just before he lost consciousness, he whispered:
"...The Emperor is guiding me."
Ictinos looked at the think tank director and lowered his voice. He lowered his head and suddenly shook his head, with only disgust and sarcasm in his eyes.
He still thought it was the Emperor who was guiding him.
However, in the darkness, there is only——
A deeper darkness
(End of this chapter)