The Emperor’s Angel of Death

His home is a house on the hillside, which overlooks the vast salt pan.

At sunset, the sky is as golden as a fire, and every night, patches of fireflies roam the ground.

Little Bachram imagined them as navigators in the sky, drawing a secret route between the void and the distorted subspace.

Sometimes, he could still see the Imperial Navy warships and transport ships taking off and landing from the huge tarmac of the Nest. From such a distance, these ships looked like fireflies in the sky.

At that time, his father would hold Bahram with his fleshy arms, point to the sky, and show him every passing ship and spacecraft.

When he was a child, Bachram had a toy dreadnought mecha carved with plastic steel. He would pick up the toy when his father held him and let the toy fight the ship in the sky.

Before the sun had completely set, their family would sit in front of the oil burning stove.

Sometimes, he was the little Bachram, and after a while, in the flames, his face turned into a strong giant again.

Bachram grumbled and turned over, realizing that he was dreaming, so he said goodbye to his family and woke up reluctantly.

The air in the room is stale and uncomfortable.

His room was small, with a low curved ceiling, and the small lights inside were lit at the lowest brightness-Bachram adjusted it to this position before taking a break.

The quasi-stellar warrior got up and put on scattered clothes—trousers, shirts, military boots, and a robe decorated with a double-headed eagle on the collar.

They are now in a non-combat state, and they don't need to wear armor all the time.

I cleaned up the room briefly, Bahram

Opened the hatch and walked into the long, dark cabin ladder.

The air here is hot and suffocating, but at least the air flows under the action of the air circulation system in the black grille under the floor.

It's good for him to walk around.

At this time it is the night cycle time inside the ship, and the lights are very dim.

There was the noise of a huge generator in the distance, and the slight trembling of the metal surface that followed, and even the air shook as a result.

He walked alone in the aisle inside the huge hull building for 15 minutes, but he didn't even meet him.

At the intersection of the aisle, he boarded the main elevator and entered his password on the rune board on the wall. The elevator made periodic electromagnetic noises and a three-second synthetic hymn indicating that the elevator was about to start.

Soon, 20 bas-relief glass runes slowly lit up in the polished brass indicator board.

The elevator doors opened in a man-made chorus.

Bachram walked into the glass cabin-this is a transparent dome made of ultra-high-density glass with a radius of 100 meters, which is the most peaceful place in the ship.

Outside the glass, the huge objectionable scenery is distorted by the filtering effect of the special restraining force field.

Dark, streaks of light, inexplicable colors like stripes or nets, and the intersection of light and dark bands of light are retreating at super high speed.

That is the supreme sky, the subspace-the non-material realm outside the hull of this giant battleship named Unbound Soul, which is constantly moving.

When he saw the Unbound Soul for the first time through the heavy cockpit glass of the orbital shuttle, the whole person was in awe. This is an ancient battleship, an old ship that has been battle-tested.

At the same time, it is also the flagship of the Astral Knights.

Through the engine room, he could see the ship hull that was more than ten kilometers long, like a slanted streamlined church. The transportation indicator lights at the huge hatch were constantly flashing. The hull was full of towers stacked and carved with bas-relief. Between the stacks and the towers there are groups of sentry turrets winding like fangs.

There are also thousands of windows with green internal lights on the hull. In the sun-rayed flame below the hull, the surface of the fat spout is turned dark under the flames of the multi-unit vector thruster.

Through the glass, looking at the undulating flow of light outside like a festering wound, Bachram couldn't help but pray in a low voice: Dear Emperor, please don't let us encounter any trouble in the subspace.

The battleship is now heading towards Nathan IV, their hometown, and it may take a few months to arrive, followed by the fleet of the White Temple and the Holy Blood Angels.

However, a news he heard not long ago suddenly appeared in his mind.

That was what the commander of the battle group told him personally. The think tank of the Holy Blood Angel was not killed in battle.

At first Bachram was still a little confused. Is there anything wrong with Calistarius? Could it be that the opponent has been so badly wounded that he has been buried fearlessly? What else do I need to do?

He cursed his incompetence, if he was stronger.

Even now, he has not been completely relieved about this matter.

Bachram walked past the segmented railings on the edge of the cabin and leaned against the wall. The huge subspace was twisted and trembling before his eyes, like silky milky white tendrils licking the glass dome.

This glass cabin is one of the three subspace observatories on the Unbound Soul, and it is used by navigators to observe the void.

In the center of the cabin, there stands a huge gear-structured machine—a telescope with a human sensory center is installed on it. The holy flag bearers and optical surveyors are walking back and forth on it, observing the vortex, and analyzing and processing them. Observation data and star maps are transmitted through the buzzing crystal stack to the highest command room of the Unbound Soul six kilometers away.

Although the observation room is not a forbidden place, it is not suitable for those who are new to subspace travel.

It is said that if it is not protected by this layer of glass, even a glance can make the strongest Star Whisperers insanity.

The chant of the elevator had conveyed this danger to him, but Bahram had already seen the subspace and had already experienced more than a dozen transitions.

Moreover, the turbulence of the subspace, after being filtered, turned out to be somewhat comfortable, as if this devastating vortex could give his mind a good rest.

Very strange, he thinks this is suitable for thinking.

On the wall on the edge of the cabin, on the polished and unfinished iron scroll of honor, many navigators’ names are engraved, and each name is engraved with a short description telling the world what position they are in. When to sacrifice.

Suddenly, Bahram found that everything in front of him suddenly became blurred, and when he was reconciled, he was already in a huge battlefield.

He seemed to be able to hear the enemy's transport machine crushing the ground with his hydraulic mechanical legs, spreading sharp blood-red bullets into the air, splattering death on the ground.

A memory accompanied by tension and fatigue swept through them. They used laser firepower and grenades to open an assault spearhead, directly breaking through the stack of enemy fortifications.

He could see a laser shot directly from the observation port of a certain fortress, detonating the ammunition inside~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He could see the team flying the flag of the Empire after they used up their last energy magazine, They carried out a bayonet charge together.

He could see the towering guard tower collapsed and capsized under the continuous bombardment of artillery.

He could see countless dead people, standing up from the flames and mud.

He could see a flag with a black eye branded with eight arrows, staring at himself with resentful gaze.

The next moment, he opened his eyes, and those images disappeared immediately.

The subspace outside the porthole was still whipping his eyes and hitting the glass wall, but it was only that.

Was all that just an illusion?

Just as he was about to turn around and walk back to his room, suddenly, the elevator door of the top transport cabin opened quietly, and he heard a chorus that served as a warning.

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