Chapter 411 The Changing Trajectory
“We can’t let her go.”
Taros took a deep breath. His lungs and ribs were brutally crushed, but there was still something in his mouth. He kept mumbling.
The gray drifted in from the edge of his sight, but he didn't even look at it.
His fingers were completely numb. One hand rested on the broken breastplate, falling on the broken eagle that was polished by the rain, while his other hand leaned on the Bolter on the ground.
Then the prophet locked the weapon on his thigh with numb hands, and slowly breathed the cold air into his lungs that no longer wanted to breathe. His bleeding gums stained his teeth pink.
"I have to chase her."
After a moment of silence, another indifferent voice responded to him.
“Don’t be stupid.”
“Ha.”
Talos let the rain of blood wet his upturned face. Strangely, that moment of kindness actually made Soshyan believe that they could have such a conversation in the tragic reality.
Soshyan, wearing a Terminator, looked down at Talos.
On the other hand, Talos felt that the complete eagle emblem on the opponent's chest was too dazzling.
The prophet struggled to stand up, holding a broken sword in his hand and began to move, trying to cross the battlements made of black stone.
“She killed my brother and I’m going after her.”
Talos first came to where Sirion lay.
The Phoenix Lord's dart left almost nothing on Sirion's chest, and the black flames consumed most of his bones and the organs below.
The Prophet carefully removed Sirion's helmet, out of respect not only for the dead man, but also for his own trauma.
Talos blinked as Sirion's hand grasped his wrist.
His brother's black eyes were spinning in their sockets, unable to see anything, and tears fell on his face like lightning.
"Ursus-"
Serion said vaguely, a lung vibrating in his exposed chest, and a heart still beating weakly.
"I am Talos, Ursus is dead."
"Ursus."
Celion was still chanting the name of the long dead man.
"I hate you, I will always hate you...but I'm sorry, brother, and I didn't want that either."
"Brother."
Taros moved his arms in front of Sirion's eyes hand, but there was no response. The other party was completely blind.
"Talos?"
Finally, as if realizing who the person beside him was, Selion grabbed his hand and held his arm tightly.
"I'm here, Cy."
"That's great, I don't want to die alone."
Cylon leaned on Talos's shoulder, curled up into a ball, and then relaxed down.
"Don't take away my gene seed."
He reached out a hand to touch his eyes.
"I think I'm blind, this is the most terrifying darkness."
Selion then wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.
"You won't recycle my gene seeds, will you?"
"No."
"Then don't let Valier take over, don't let him Touch me.”
"I won't."
"Okay, great, those words you said, about this war, I like them, but don't pass on my genes, I've had enough of the war."
“I heard it.”
Serion swallowed three times before he could speak again.
"I know you hate us, because we are all damned, and you hate the Legion, hate us, just like the Primarch, I know. I've always known it."
Regardless, Talos said nothing about it.
"I will avenge you."
"That's good, very good."
Serion grinned, bleeding, and his body began to twitch .
Taros held him tightly, motionless, his arms trembling, unable to say a word.
In the end, it was Selion who filled the silence as usual. "I'm going to die, and everyone else in First Claw is dead, so."
He breathed slowly and said the words he said every time he encountered the Tower A mantra that Queen Los would definitely say.
"Brother, are you okay?"
Talos held him without saying a word, waiting until his comrade in arms took his last breath before gently closing his arms. Caught in Sirion's eyes.
Then he stood up and limped towards the direction where the Phoenix Lord disappeared.
Suddenly, a tall silver-gray figure stopped him.
“Stop, you have to follow us.”
“Get away.”
The prophet growled menacingly.
"Otherwise I will kill you right away."
"Then you can try."
Taros raised his head and stared at the opponent's dark eyepiece.
"Another hero, you want my head? Then come and get it yourself."
After a second of silence, the two of them took action at the same time.
After a bang, Talos flew backwards and slid on the ground for five or six meters before stopping. There was a thirty-centimetre-deep depression on his chest, with faint traces of fists visible on it.
And Soshyan lowered his head and glanced at the scratches on the eagle emblem on his chest, which were left by the opponent's broken sword.
"Ahem. If you want to kill me, you have to work harder."
After coughing up two large mouthfuls of blood, Talos struggled to get up again.
Soshiyang took a step further.
"Taros Valcolan, don't force me to kill you. I won't have any psychological burden on you, traitor."
"Hahaha, if you want to kill me, then come, I am destined to die in Here, it’s not her, it’s you!”
Taros’s laughter gradually fell silent. He turned around stiffly like a zombie and looked at Savitta, who was motionless with the soul spear in his hand.
With just a little thought, he could immediately guess that the former first company commander came down with these imperial lackeys.
What this means is self-evident.
"I don't understand, First Company Commander, you were once so proud, and the slogan you shouted to kill the false emperor was so inspiring. Why."
As he said that, the prophet could no longer hold up, and his knees Fall to your knees.
But even so, he still squeezed out the last bit of strength and roared at the top of his lungs.
"Why! Why did you abandon us! Why did you betray us! Have you forgotten the blood shed by the original body!?"
Suddenly, Talos felt a blur in front of his eyes. When his vision became clear, At this time, Sevatar was already standing in front of him.
The Prince of Crows looked down at him with awe-inspiring aura. Behind the scarlet eyepiece was a line of sight that could penetrate the soul.
“You know nothing.”
“You——”
Before he finished speaking, Talos felt his head sink and he fainted.
“The rest is up to you.”
Sevatar threw the soul spear that had just hit Talos' head to Soshyan, then lifted Talos who was lying on the ground with one hand, threw it onto his shoulder, turned around and walked towards the parked Thunder Eagle, Maka Leon limped behind him.
Soshiyang took the soul spear, glanced around, and realized that this mess was really hard to clean up.
Suddenly, he noticed the pharmacist Valier sitting on the edge of the wall. He seemed to be seriously injured, but he was not dead.
“Don’t abandon me.”
Aware of Soshyan’s gaze, Valier immediately crawled over panting.
"I will not die, and I cannot die. You need the prophet, and the prophet needs me."
He said humbly to Soshyan:
"I have stopped the flow of blood , eliminating the risk of sepsis and other infections, using artificial skin and armor sealants, while also—"
"Shut up, traitor"
Soshiyan slowly lifted up. Arm, he is tired of housing these traitors. The prophet is his last line, and he will not want one more traitor.
"Soshyan, don't kill him yet."
Saul suddenly held down his arm.
"He is still useful."
"Okay."
(End of this chapter)