He took another staggering step, focused in 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 in the war.
He is also going to die.
He can't go on.
Talos finally couldn't move any further 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 became like claws.
Suddenly, Talos saw a back figure in his blurred vision, a faint blue figure, with blood-colored bat wings towering on both sides of his head, and a huge halberd slanted on his shoulders.
So familiar——
A scream suddenly exploded.
This was a scream of primal terror, torn from the throat of the Ada War Witch.
The nightmare fantasy immediately collapsed.
Suddenly, Talos's thoughts became clear.
The pain caused by psychological warfare disappeared and was dissolved into 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 time, a low rumble echoed from the entrance to the ruined bridge, accompanied by shouts and the sound of thumping combat boots.
Valere crashed in, as well as the soldiers of the Third Claw, and they managed to open the blast door of the bridge.
They poured into the room like a flood 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 are knocked down, War Witch tries to stand up.
Talos strode towards her, the blood on his nose already congealed. Before the alien could protect himself, he hit her with a bolter, which penetrated her black armor and exploded savagely from the back with a shattering sound.
out.
She fell to the ground like a discarded puppet, the sword fell to the deck next to her, and its wail stopped.
Behind her, the Eldar crippled with 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 Thinker was shattered.
She was still alive, barely, when Talos walked up to the War Witch.
"This is the day you die, alien."
"I will return to Uthwe's arms, and you will wail in the evil god's gluttonous mouth."
"Don't worry, I will crush all of your soul stones."
Talos said coldly, raising his power sword.
"For centuries, I have endured the hallucinations of your people, no more."
The Prophet prepared to lower his weapon, but at the same moment, his automatic sensors rang.
The Eldar's vital signs disappeared.
Talos slowly put down his sword. He was not in the mood to desecrate the corpse now.
When all the intruders were eliminated, the bridge was, as usual, overwhelmed by the noise and organized chaos.
The surviving officers and followers shouted back and forth and ran between their positions.
The remaining members of the First Claw walked toward the east door to check 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 couldn't tell whether this was good for Ursus.
Still bad.
But First Claw lost another fighter, which is full of regrets no matter what.
"Why don't we engage enemy ships?"
Talos turned to the eyeball display and looked at the scarlet screen as enemy warships surrounded them with agonizing patience.
"Currently, all our teams are engaged in anti-landing operations and cannot join forces."
Sirion replied.
"Are you crazy? I won't join gangs."
The prophet said coldly:
"I want them to burn."
"They were wandering outside our firing range. After launching the jump capsule, they slid away, and the weapon system also——"
Talos looked at his brothers, then the crew, as if the group had been fooled out of their minds.
"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 don't have that capability."
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……"
Sirion slowly closed his mouth as Talos stared at him, his face expressionless.
"They have to die."
The hydraulic system opened the east door, and Valier limped in. His biochemical prosthetic foot and knee lock released sparks, and blood washed over the human skin cloak hanging on his armor. The original pirate's tattoo on his shoulders
The heavy punch was now a blur, 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."
Pharmacist reports.
"The aliens are still bleeding us, but things are getting better."
Talos said nothing.
"Usas?"
Valere also noticed the body on the ground.
"died."
Talos did not look at the body. He sat in his command seat and muttered about the pain. The combat potion prevented the worst case scenario.
"Let's try to take away his gene seeds 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 the teams to evacuate to you."
boom--------!
There was a loud noise, the hull began to tremble, and Talos immediately shouted:
"Scan! Are enemy ships attacking?"
There was chaos on the bridge, but fortunately the scanning array was not damaged. After a while, the officers got a terrible news.
"Sir! It's the defense orbit of planet Nessen 6! The defense orbit is firing on us!"
Only then did Talos realize that the location where they jumped into the physical universe was so close to the planet.
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.