Chapter 384 The End of the Road
Taros realized that his nose was bleeding.
He took another staggering step, focused on the agony that nearly split his skull in two.
Power Armor's automatic alarm sounds.
He saw Fandrode, his former commander, the brother he once looked up to, transformed beyond recognition under the influence of terrifying chaos.
So many brothers died fighting.
He is dying too.
He can't go on.
Taros finally could no longer move forward and froze in place.
But the enemy opposite him was no better. As the prophet approached, her own body began to stiffen and tremble, and her fingers were like claws.
Suddenly, Talos saw a back figure in his blurred vision, a faint blue figure, with bloody bat wings towering on both sides of his head, and a huge halberd slanted on his shoulders.
So familiar——
A scream suddenly exploded.
It was a scream of primal terror, torn from the throat of the Ada War Witch.
The nightmare's illusion immediately collapsed.
Suddenly, Talos' thoughts became clear.
The pain caused by the psychological warfare disappeared and dissolved into the high emotions.
But the War Witch knelt down - the unfettered psychic energy rebounded and tore her apart.
Around her, the other Eldar seemed stunned and motionless.
At this moment, a low rumble echoed from the entrance to the ruined bridge, accompanied by shouts and the sound of thumping combat boots.
Valiel crashed in, along with the warriors of the Third Talon, who managed to open the bridge's blast doors.
They flooded into the room and raised their guns. Now was their chance before the aliens regrouped.
“Fire!”
The alien’s dying screams echoed through the control center.
While her kind were knocked down, War Witch struggled to stand up. .
Talos strode towards her, the blood on his nose already congealed, and before the alien could protect himself, he hit her with a bolter, blasting through her black armor with a savage crack from the back. out.
She fell to the ground like a discarded puppet, the sword falling to the deck next to it, and its wail stopped.
Behind her the Eldar paralyzed at the Cursed Echo cannon console also fell, riddled with bullet holes.
The artillery consoles within the range were also broken, and the alien equipment inserted into the Meditator was also shattered.
When Talos walked up to the War Witch she was still alive, barely.
"This is your death, alien."
"I will return to Uthvi's arms, and you will wail in the evil god's gluttonous mouth."
"Don't worry, I Will crush your soul stones, all of them."
Talos said coldly, raising the power sword.
“For centuries I have endured your kind’s hallucinations, and no more”
The Prophet prepared to swing his weapon, but at the same moment, his auto-sensors beeped.
The Eldar's vital signs disappeared.
Taros slowly put down his sword. He was not in the mood to desecrate the corpse now.
When all the intruders had been eliminated, the bridge was, as usual, awash in noisy and organized chaos.
The surviving officers and followers shouted back and forth and ran between their positions.
The remainder of the First Claw made their way to the east door, checking their weapons, mortals scattered before them, all signs of respect ignored.
Only Talos lingered in front of his command seat. He checked Ursus and made sure that his former comrade-in-arms had returned to the embrace of the gods he believed in - he could not tell the difference between Ursus and Ursus. Is it good or bad for Sass?
But First Claw has lost another fighter, which is full of regrets anyway.
“Why don’t we engage the enemy ships?”
Taros turned to the eyeball display and looked at the scarlet screen. The enemy warships surrounded them with irritating patience.
"At present, all our teams are engaged in anti-landing operations and cannot join gangs."
Serion replied. "Are you crazy? I won't jump into gangs."
The prophet said coldly:
"I want them to burn."
"They were wandering outside our range. After launching the jump capsule, they slid away, and the weapons system also-"
Taros looked at his brothers, then the crew, as if this group of people Fooled and lost his mind.
"Then catch up with them."
When everyone was a little confused, Selion cleared his throat.
“You think so, really?”
The prophet shook his head, not to deny doubts.
“Are my words so difficult to understand?”
“We do not have this ability.”
Selion looked at the enemy ships in the distance.
"The Cursed Echo can't do it. You know this very well. We are lucky to survive."
"I don't think so much, I want revenge."
"But..."
Serion slowly closed his mouth when Talos stared at him, his face expressionless.
"They must die."
The hydraulic system opened the east door, and Valier limped in. Sparks were released from the locks between his biochemical foot and knee, and blood flowed. Washed away on the human skin cloak draped over his armor, the original pirate punch on his shoulder now turned into a blur of traces, but the winged skeleton of the legion on the other shoulder plate stood proudly covered in blood.
"The fifth claw has cleared the main deck."
The pharmacist reported.
"The aliens are still bleeding us, but things are getting better."
Talos said nothing.
"Usas?"
Valere also noticed the body on the ground.
"Dead."
Taros did not look at the body. He sat on his command seat and mumbled about his pain. The combat potion prevented the worst case scenario.
“Let’s try to take away his gene seed later.”
“I should recycle it immediately.”
"Wait a moment, this is an order."
He looked up at his brothers in the ranks.
"The other Talons need Valier, go to the Hall of Contemplation, and protect Dietrian at all costs. Once the weapon system is restored, I will notify all teams to evacuate to you."
< br>Boom————————!
There was a loud noise, the hull began to tremble, and Talos immediately roared:
"Scan! Is the enemy ship attacking?"
The bridge was in chaos, but fortunately the scanning array was not damaged. After a while, the officers got a terrible news.
"My lord! It's the defensive orbit of planet Nessen 6! The defensive orbit is firing at us!"
Talos realized then that the location where they jumped into the physical universe was about 30 kilometers away from the planet. So close.
This is a huge trap. The enemy does not intend to risk attacking them directly with battleships, but intends to use planetary orbits to weaken them first.
If it were normal, a planet's orbital station would not be afraid of the cursed echo, at least it would be possible to escape.
However, the enemy's gang-hopping troops severely damaged the battleship's power and weapons systems. Although it was maintained through Dietrian's efforts, it was still greatly weakened.
Now they are caught between the enemy warship and the orbital station, and they are really unable to advance or retreat.
The prophet slumped down on the command throne and took a few deep breaths, but his chest still felt heavy, so he took off his helmet and leaned his smooth back against the cold metal.
Maybe this is the end of him.
But he doesn't intend to die so easily. Even if he is to die, he will choose a death that is more in line with the Eighth Legion.
Talos connected to the communications in the navigator's control room.
(End of this chapter)