Chapter 386 The Last Fight
Taros said with a restrained voice.
“I am trying to end this battle so that we can all return to our insignificant lives, so that our souls can still wear our skins... I am not grumpy by nature and allow everyone Speak and make suggestions, but do not regard my indulgence as weakness. I have ordered you to obey. You are not allowed to test my patience again tonight. The weapons director has just shown us this scene appropriately."
The body next to Talos was still twitching and bleeding, and the Prophet handed the bloody remains of his face to the nearest servitor.
“Pack these away.”
The servitor stared at him with dull eyes.
"In what way, my lord?"
The question was toneless.
"Eat it or whatever, I don't care."
The prophet strutted back to his throne, walking through the filth of the corpse.
Still, he didn't hold his aching head in his hands.
Something in his brain threatened to explode and crush his skull.
"The gene seed will kill you, and some people are destined not to survive after implantation."
An inexplicable voice sounded, Talos raised his head and looked at Lu, who was still hanging there. The chain of letters.
“I’ll kill you.”
he declared to the pile of bones.
"My lord?"
A nearby officer asked cautiously. Talos looked at him and realized that he must have been weird just now.
The intracranial pressure made him lose consciousness, causing his body to convulse, and his face was permanently squinting like a stroke.
Suppressing the nausea, Talos wiped the drool from his slightly open mouth on the back of his hand.
Is this the end of our fall?
The prophet tried to clear his mind.
"I'm fine."
Talos hissed.
"All departments, prepare to deploy cyclone torpedoes. When the 'scream' begins to take effect and drive away the enemy's warships, immediately launch torpedoes into orbit."
"Sir, if launched from this distance, the probability of being intercepted is very high."
"I know, execute."
While Talos was busy designing their new breakout plan, the first One Fiery Claw's team has left the bridge and entered the lower deck.
They must deal with the rest of the trouble.
"Usus died in battle."
Markusen said to the darkness.
"I can't believe it. He was originally unkillable."
Sirion chuckled.
"Obviously not."
At this moment, the lights around them went out as the overloaded circuit ruptured, and the ship made a strange groaning sound under their boots.
The air in the cabin seemed to rest on them for a moment, pushing and pulling on their limbs.
"What does it feel like?"
Valler asked, his backpack light box gleaming in the dim light, forming a beam in the darkness.
The light was projected on the empty iron tunnel ahead.
Although their retinal displays were filtered, the other Night Lords still instinctively turned their heads to avoid the dazzling light.
"Don't use that thing."
Selion said softly,
Valier immediately followed the instructions - he was amused, even so he did not have an elegant smile.
"Please answer my question first."
The former Red Pirate pharmacist continued to ask.
"What caused that sound and the shaking of the ship?" Selion led the remnants of the First Claw through the tunnel and moved deeper into the ship.
"This is the inertia adjustment that releases the cyclone warhead. What Talos did was either very smart or very, very stupid."
"He was angry. "
Ma Kuchen on the side added, his brothers still wore helmets and did not stop to look back.
"Talos will not tolerate the death of anyone in the First Claw, whether it is Char or Ursus, even if he doesn't like them... I can tell from the way he walks that he does this Very hurt.”
Selion led the remaining Fiery Claws around another corner and followed the spiral walkway to the next deck.
The crew scattered before them, just as Lanna fled from the sudden light.
Only a few people, some wearing robes like beggars, knelt at the feet of their masters and cried, begging to tell them what happened.
Sirion kicked one of them aside, and the first claw passed through the others.
"This ship is as big as a small city."
He said to the brothers behind him.
"If the aliens keep playing hide-and-seek with us, we may never be able to dig them out."
"Did you hear they were spotted on deck 30? What? "
Ma Kuchen asked suddenly.
But Selion just shook his head and did not answer.
“Don’t lie, tell me.”
“Okay, okay, I said, a few nights before we arrived in the Storm Star Territory, the Eye of Weeping Blood reported something... They said the wall over there is alive, that metal has veins and pulses, and will bleed when cut."
Sirion turned his head to Valier, a dissatisfied sneer hidden in his dazzling helmet. later.
"What the hell did you dirty little fools do to this ship before we stole it back?"
The pharmacist stomped forward, his prosthetic limbs hissing in imitation of human joint structure.
“I’ve seen the Night Lords’ transport ships be much more corrupt than you can imagine. I’m not a loyal man, Selion, but I’ve never spoken a word of respect to those in power, Ya. I don't deny that space distorts everything it touches, but are you going to pretend that there are no contaminated decks in your precious Blood Alliance?"
"No"
"Is that so? Are you just wandering on the sparsely populated deck? Have you walked among the thousands of slaves on the ship? Is it all as pure and unchanging as you said? Even though you are in the Eye of Greatness, How many years have you been there?”
Selion turned around and shook his head, but Valier would not let him lie.
"I hate hypocrisy the most, Sirion of the First Talon."
"Quiet for a moment, don't cry to me. I will never understand why Talos saved you, nor will I Understand why he asked you to come with us when we left Hell Iris."
Valiel said nothing. He was not a man who liked long speeches, nor did he feel the need to give the final word in an argument. , none of these things matter.
When they reached another deck below, Ma Kuchen spoke, his voice accompanying their chirping footsteps.
"Serion, he stays with us because he is one of us."
More slaves were scattered before them - all in rags.
"That's right, since you say so."
Selion replied impatiently.
Seeing his attitude, Markusen let out a low sigh.
“Ha, do you think he’s not one of us just because the sun won’t hurt his eyes?”
Cerion shook his head.
“I don’t want to argue, brother.”
“I say this very sincerely.”
Marcusen insisted:
"Talos believed this too, that to be the Eighth Legion meant to have a focus, a calm focus that... none of our slain cousins had. You don't have to be born in a world without sunlight to be one of us. One has only to understand fear, to take pleasure in inflicting it, to taste the smell of salty urine on mortal skin, and simply to think like us, and Valiel does just that."
Sirion looked back at Valiel, who tore the visor of his helmet with jagged tears drawn like lightning.
More updates tomorrow! The storyline of First Fierce Claw is basically over!
(End of this chapter)