The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Septims listened to the roar of the engine, and there was nothing more comfortable for him than where he was sitting now-the familiar pilot's seat of the Thunderhawk gunboat pilot.

Valer sat in the co-pilot's seat, still not wearing a helmet, staring into the distance.

Sometimes, the pharmacist absently stretched out his hand and stroked his pale lips with his thumb, sinking into thought.

"Septims."

When he spoke, the engine was warming up.

"grown ups?"

"How likely is it that we will reach the ground of Nathan-6 without being spotted?"

How could Septimus guess it.

"I don't know anything about the Spirit Race, my lord, and I don't know their scanning technology."

Valer was clearly still upset.

"The Diablo is very small. Use these advantages to get close to the planet."

Septims checked the front convex door, and apart from the gunboat and some equipment that Dietrian insisted to be essential, there was almost no room in the cabin of the shuttle.

Even Thunder Eagle is full of important relics from the Hall of Reflection, and there is no extra space for more crew members.

Without time to talk to Ottavia, Septims could only send a short voice message to her private room, and he hardly knew what to say.

How to tell her that he might die below?

What can convince her that Dieterian will protect her once they reach the Eye of Greatness?

In the end he could only mutter in an awkward tone as usual, mixed with a low-gothic mixed accent.

He tried to tell her that he loved her.

This is hardly an elegant expression of emotion.

But she didn't answer, and he didn't even know if she had received this message-maybe it was the best result.

Septims triggered the launch button, closed the booster valve, and the blast door behind him slammed shut.

"We are sealed and ready."

Valer still seemed to pay less attention, he was still thinking.

"Let's go."

Septims gripped the control lever tightly, felt a tingling in his skin, and the engine roared more intensely.

He took a deep breath, led the gunboat out of the narrow hangar, and flew into space.

"No offense, sir, but have you considered that you might be wrong?"

Septims questioned the skinner cautiously.

"I mean, the possibility that Talos will survive?"

The pharmacist nodded.

"I thought about it, slave, this possibility is another thing that interests me."

Through the heavy glass of the cockpit, Septims saw that the Echo of the Curse had been completely destroyed. Its wreckage hugged the orbital station, and the two sides were twisted, rotated, and destroyed together.

That used to be his "home", but now it is just a ruin in the cold void.

He has no hope of how many living people there are.

Septims is looking for a suitable contact point, speed is the most important, but he must avoid a large number of structure fragments, and do his best.

Maybe hiding in their shadows.

In addition, he was also careful not to push the engine too hard, so as not to be able to detect their presence through the heat signal of the spirit warships stationed in the high-altitude orbit.

They only flew for ten minutes before Valer closed his eyes and shook his head gently and suspiciously.

"We have been attacked."

The skinner spoke softly, not specifically targeting anyone.

The sound of footsteps from behind forced Septim

Si craned his neck and looked back from his shoulders. The gunboat responded to his swaying attention and suddenly slowed down.

Through the camera, he saw Ottavia's three entourage standing at the door leading to the closed cockpit.

He recognized Verri at once, and the other two were likely to be Herrenknecht and Foley.

Their hands were bandaged in ragged clothes, which meant that their appearance was completely blocked.

Sexitims looked back at the windshield, and slowly passed the gunboat around another larger piece of metal plate fragments, and smaller pieces of metal kept hitting the hull.

"Did you get on the boat before we left?"

"Yes it is."

One of the men replied.

"Did she send you here?"

Septims was a little puzzled, and didn't know the purpose of Ottavia's doing this.

"We obey the mistress."

That may be Herrenknecht’s answer. To be fair, they actually sound the same. They don’t always sound.

It makes it easier to distinguish them.

Valier’s sickly blue eyes kept staring at Verri. The attendant was wearing a thick cloak. Although she was wearing goggles, the bandages on her face and arms were hanging loose, revealing The pale skin below.

"This kind of deception can fool an impartial mechanical bishop."

Valier then slowly said:

"But it's almost sad and ridiculous to try the same with me."

Verrie smiled, began to untie the bandage and let go of his hands.

Septimus looked back riskily.

"Keep flying."

Valer glanced at him, his eyes full of threats.

"Focus on your responsibilities."

After half a minute, Verri finally put down his burden and threw away the heavy cloak.

She stretched her hand to her face, took off her goggles, and checked whether her headscarf was fastened.

"You won't leave me alone on that broken ship with that mechanical monster."

Ottavia's voice made Septimus almost jump from his chair.

"I will go with you."

With the guidance of the navigator, although Septimus was a little uneasy, he still avoided all possible searches by the spirit race. They crossed the atmosphere and reached the surface of Nathan-6.

This is a barren time, there is not much vegetation, only the turbid sea and the mountains with bare rocks.

The prison that Talos and the others chose was the most precarious one among the many mountains.

The first to find Thunder Eagle approaching was Lukovus.

He was devouring flesh and blood, the flesh and blood of a dead Eighth Army soldier.

Lukovus was not ashamed of the feast, just as the Eighth Legion searched the body of the slain, the **** eyes were also searching for flesh and blood.

He knew what attitude would it be if Talos or someone else saw him tear his brother’s body apart and eat the meat inside. They were too likely

Look at it so generously, but according to the current state of affairs, it doesn't seem to matter.

Lucfors carefully preserved their base while eating

Because of the seeds, he took the fleshy lymph nodes out and stored them in a freezer on the thigh.

At this time, the sky was raining heavily.

The bird of prey swallowed the dead in the rain, raising his head from time to time, his bare face stinging in the strange wind.

He was waiting for the arrival of the spirit race, and was no longer interested in underground hunting.

He wasn't even sure why he wanted to take away the genetic seed of the Eye of Weeping Blood. Perhaps even in the face of death, this was a strong tradition.

Suddenly, he heard the engine sound of the gunboat, his instinctive reaction was nervous.

When he turned to face the louder and louder sound, his claws began to move, without the visual loop of the helmet, his vision was impaired in the distance.

Lucfors was about to get his helmet when Thunder Eagle stopped on top of his head and sprayed the engine stream down, spraying grey water on the edge of the prison tower.

When the ladder opened, Lukovus stared blankly, not surprised at the figure that fell from the sky.

The figure landed smoothly with a bang, and then turned to the gunboat.

"I have come down, landed on the battlements, far away from any Spirit Race ground troops, you can run away, you can go wherever you want, this is all I ask for you, thank you for helping me to complete this last journey, if you still have it in the future If there is a chance, I will repay you."

The gunboat did not respond to the pilot, the Thunderhawk began to tilt, the propeller flashed, and then disappeared into the rain.

After speaking, he turned his head and looked at the bird of prey.

"Lucfors of the Weeping Eye."

"Valiel the Skinner."

Lucfors put his helmet back in place~www.readwn.com~ and fixed the demon mask on his face again.

"You look like a drowned corpse."

Valer is not familiar with this bird of prey, but he has heard of their deeds.

"I know what I look like, why are you here?"

Valer's eyes wandered in the dark prison.

"Because of a fool's wish, where is Talos?"

Lukovus gestured with his paws, his fingers bent down.

"under."

When the two were talking, Thunder Eagle had moved away from the planet's surface at the highest speed, passed through the atmosphere, and returned to the void.

The release of Dieterian, who was missing from the navigator, could only make the shuttle wait in place.

After such a thrilling turn, Septims and Ottavia won the right to survive as always, although only temporarily.