The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 Such a sacrifice made Soshyang respect, so he made a decision.

　　 "Are you serious, Captain Soshyan?"

　　 He could hear Lieutenant General Yarrow's shock from the vague white noise.

　　 Soshyang took a part of his attention to the nearby tactical panel, and found that two more runes that marked the transport ship had disappeared from his eyes.

　　 Strictly speaking, Lieutenant General Yarrow’s strategy is actually very effective. The greenskin fleet is bleeding every turn.

　　 But this is not enough.

　　 It is not enough for Soshyang, for those who sacrificed, and for those who are sacrificed.

　　 "My message is accurate."

　　 His voice passed through the void in the broken signal.

　　 "You want to open up a fire channel for us."

　　 Soshyang paused for a moment, and then a wave of white noise filled the gap.

　　 He nodded, as if the other party could see him.

　　 "We will land on the enemy's flagship after we approach."

　　 For a time, the uncomfortable gloomy silence filled the commanding throne, and a dazzling electric light flashed across Soshyan's face-it was numbers and tactical codes demonstrating the battle on a charcoal black screen.

　　 His face is cold and expressionless, but the sparks in his eyes can be felt by the servants who are far away.

　　 After a short silence, a voice filled the noise.

　　 "Received, everything is as the emperor wishes, Commander Soshyan."

　　 Soon, the combat brothers who had just experienced the battle gathered again under the command of the captain, but this time their gathering place was no longer the flight deck, but the torpedo cabin.

　　 Crowds of servants surrounded them, preparing them for the final battle.

　　 Technical priest Loken shuttled among the crowd, chanting in a low voice to make adjustments in the binary language.

　　 Next to Soshyan, the priest Yazdan's helmet was moving forward, and it was resting on his scepter. The parchment filled with oaths was pasted on the handle of the scepter. He knew that the priest was reciting his vows in the helmet at this time.

　　 He felt a sudden burst of pride. They just passed death and they were about to run to death again, but none of them flinched, feared, or hesitated.

　　 Soshyang ordered an assault on the green-skinned flagship, which surprised Saul—he thought that Soshyang would lack the courage to move forward because of the heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

　　 This mission may be the last mission of the Astral Knights, but that is not important. This is the nature of war.

　　 All astral knights know that the price of victory is often death.

　　 The emperor created them, and they embraced death.

　　 "60 seconds count down, captain."

　　 A voice came into Soshyang's ears, and Soshyang realized that it was Lothar's voice instead of commanding the battleship, and that person's voice was a little lost.

　　 This is expected.

　　 But someone must control the Spark. No one is better at manipulating battleships than Lothar.

　　In the void, the slender hull of the Starfire skimmed across the hellish void battlefield, and 24 cruisers covered its wings and plunged into the heart of the battlefield.

　　 The target is right ahead, the center of the Greenskin Fleet.

　　 In front, all kinds of warships accompanying them are also approaching their flagships.

　　 The new star cannon is roaring, the light spear is flashing, the torpedo is shuttled, each looking for their target.

　　 This time Lieutenant General Yarrow no longer spares the power in his hands.

　　 They all know the value of fighting and sacrifice. If they can cause enough damage to bring the Greenskin Fleet into chaos, then the Starfire and the Jump Gang can take advantage of the void - that is the real killer move.

　　The destructive force waiting in the landing torpedo and the teleportation room will tear the steel behemoth piled up from the wreckage of the Imperial battleship from the inside.

　　 Throwing life so lightly is cruel, but there is a chance of success.

　　Because it can be seen from the tactics and synergy of this greenskin fleet, they are completely different from the previous greenskins-they are obviously good naval fighters.

　　 Continue to fight, even if the transport fleet is destroyed, it will be difficult to severely damage the enemy.

　　 At this point, the arrow is already on the string.

　　 "30 seconds count down!"

　　 sounded again, Soshyang blinked his eyes to confirm, and opened a dedicated channel shared with other fighters.

"Bros."

　　 The soldiers in the cabin stopped moving, and the launch cabin and the compartments of various departments also became quiet.

　　 He hadn't thought about what to say before. His life experience has been war. Since he left his mother's arms, he has spent all the time in training and war, using his **** hands to maintain the empire's survival.

　　 Soshyang is not a eloquent person, but his subordinates will follow him into a life-and-death battle, which makes Soshyang's heart surge.

"We are engaged in a war, not a war of conquest, nor a war we want to initiate, but a war that must be shed for the oath and for the empire. We may never see the end of the war, but if we The fighting of the empire can make the end of the war come sooner. If our sacrifice can cost the enemy a hundred times, then the future history will always remember us!"

　　 He paused and felt the charge on his skin start to increase, the machine roared, and the arc of light on the platform began to shine. Thiel buttoned his brass helmet and closed his eyes.

　　 "Astral knights, as Astarte, what we have embarked on is a road of hardship and dedication. As your battle group commander, I have asked you a lot, and I often make these requests...

　　 But this sentence has never been so true! "

When 　　 said these words, Soshyan seemed to be back there again, where he should have died.

"These filthy aliens are slaughtering our brave warriors. We can reap the fruits of victory after leaving the corpses everywhere, but I believe that the fruits must be extremely bitter! We are the emperor’s sword, we swear to cut the enemy’s head, our duty It is to protect mankind. If victory must be exchanged for blood, then use ours!"

　　 The whole cabin trembles amid the roar of the machine.

　　 "For the emperor!"

　　 "For the emperor!"

　　 The soldiers roared neatly.

　　 "Attack!!!"

　　 The mechanical soul of the jumping torpedo confirmed the order and responded, sliding out of the torpedo tube at a very fast speed.

　　 When it separated from the hull, it quickly left the Spark behind.

　　 While sliding quietly ~www.readwn.com~ the roar of the ancient rocket engine passed through the reinforced understructure of the torpedo, through the hatch, through the personnel compartment, and reached Soshyan's heart.

　　 He can imagine how fierce the battlefield is around him, as long as any lucky ammunition hits the torpedo, the astral knight will be completely turned into history.

　　 But they were lucky. After taxiing for a few minutes, the signal lights close to the target flashed.

　　 "Prepare to deal with high-speed access and shocks."

　　 Soshyang calmly informed the surrounding soldiers of the situation. He could hear the fixed frame and seat belt creaking due to tightening, and also felt the vibration and shaking of the torpedo head when it came into contact with the armor shell of the enemy battleship.

　　 Jump helped the torpedo abruptly tore a path in the abdomen of the enemy battleship, like a bullet shot into the flesh and blood, breaking the bones.

　　 The fast-flying sturdy torpedo slammed open the bracket and knocked all the equipment it encountered to the ground.

　　 They chose a relatively fragile flight deck as a breakthrough point. During the torpedo's deepening process, many structural supports were torn off and hit the rail car filled with equipment, weapons and ammunition below.

　　 The fart spirits ran around with their heads in their arms, while the mechanic looked at the sudden torpedoes at a loss.

　　 Soshyang felt that a powerful force was tearing his genetically modified body, which was very uncomfortable.

　　 While the torpedo roared through the flight deck like thunder, leaving a mess, the hydraulic system of the power armor on the star warrior also received the biggest test.

　　 Every warrior has a superhuman physique, strong and thick muscles, and a black carapace that is extremely adaptable. It is these that have absorbed the huge power that is enough to tear an ordinary person into pieces.