The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Huh? No, it's not an astral knight."

The security officer thought for a while and shook his head.

"I saw their fleet more than ten years ago. This is not their color, nor their logo...so who are they?"

"Sir, what should I do now?"

The voices of the officers who spoke were trembling, and he clearly thought that Astarte had come to punish them.

"Are we worth it?"

Another person asked with a little confusion:

"It's not necessary. We just got some minerals. Isn't it worth Astart's fight?"

"Maybe they just plan to empty our warehouse—"

"Are you a robber when you are a star warrior?"

"If it doesn't work, just give it to them and spend money to eliminate disasters."

While everyone was talking about it, Security Officer Moss Baines thought for a while, and when he spoke again, everyone was shocked.

"We must fire."

For a while, the command deck was silent.

"Against the star warriors of the Empire?"

A few seconds later, the first person to speak was obviously shocked.

"Bains, are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy. They broke in without warning and interfered with all our sensors. What do you think they are here for? Did they tell you a joke? Yes, we should defend ourselves. This is the only way, otherwise... all of us will die."

"The ending is the same after firing!"

"Anyway, we must fire."

"Without target lock?"

The officer who looked like the rich man looked very panicked, slowly operating the console and resetting the dial.

"Tell the space station defense array to fire manually!"

The security officer frowned and tried to listen to his earpiece.

"Internal communication is interrupted. What do you want me to do, sir? Are you shouting in the corridor and hoping that the entire space station can hear it? And anyway, all the instruments are blind, and the lighting is disabled. How do you let them reach the turret platform? ?"

But the guard just gritted his teeth and watched the battleship slowly approach. There were nearly 3,000 guards on the space station and hundreds of defensive weapons. In principle, they had enough firepower to repel the battleship.

"Shoot the cannon."

"what?"

"Open the blasthole, the left weapon array fires at the approximate coordinates of the ship, and it will be useful to set it as a live ammunition exercise!"

"good idea."

The rich man reached out his hand to grab the weapon he was wearing and stuffed in the holster, pulled it out without hesitation and fired cleanly.

Gunshots rang out in the small cabin, and Moss Baynes fell from the seat into a pool of bones in a blink of an eye, a hole was neatly drilled in his forehead, and the wall behind him was smeared with blood.

"And it was really useful."

The person who killed the chief smiled and said his conclusion.

Two of the other three officers in shifts sat on the spot dumbfounded, and the third leaned towards the pistol.

The man died first, was shot three times in the chest and then lay back on the seat.

The other two tried to escape, and two fatal headshots ended their plan and ejected more skull fragments and dark paste around the control room.

"reach the goal."

As the rich man said, its body shape began to change, eventually becoming the appearance of Moss Baines.

Afterwards, he walked over, kicked the corpse away from the leather control seat, and then began to operate the console, neatly managing several main systems of the space station in sequence.

The first is that the blastholes are kept sealed, and hundreds of turrets lose the power needed to activate them one by one.

Then the launch capsule and escape capsule were locked, and the energy was completely sucked away, trapping all personnel on the space station.

Finally, the void shield of the space station collapsed, the energy supply was scarce, and the backup generator was cut off.

An alarm sounded in the cabin, and he almost ended all procedures in an instant.

That voice sounds really uncomfortable.

He got up and loaded the pistol, then walked to the communication console where he was sitting before.

A blue light flashed.

In the message input——

He then clicked on it.

"report."

The sound in communication is somewhere between a giggle and a low growl.

"This is the Shapeshifter. The security of the space station has been lifted, Master Talos."

"very good."

Talos got up from the chair, which exposed his figure to the dim light.

Although it is still the silver-gray power armor, he has more decorations that are different from ordinary astral knights. The main reason is that there is a red lightning on one shoulder armor and a few more midnights on his knees. The blue twill, through these small details, highlights his current special position in the astral knight system.

The prophet stood on a high platform and scanned the bottom, a large statue-like figure standing still in the dark.

After cruel blood games and transformation operations, fifty fighters who inherited the Midnight Lord’s genetic seed were born in an empire loyalty (don’t complain about it) battle group-such a high success rate of transformation benefited to a large extent Yu Valier’s years of research on the Midnight Lord’s Gene Seed.

However, they are just a batch of new blood, a batch of chicks who are not yet qualified to wear power armor, so they can only wear midnight blue scout armor and a closed skull mask helmet.

But the biggest difference between them and other recruits is that even when these people were children, they had seen blood and were even accustomed to killing. The transformation surgery not only gave them powerful power, but also invisibly amplified their desire to kill. , So just standing quietly, it brings an invisible pressure.

As for how to maintain the loyalty of these children of Midnight, Talos' method is also very simple. From the beginning, he did not tell these boys that they inherited the blood of a rebel army.

Talos declared that they are a special force mainly used for infiltration and attacking behind enemy lines, so they will appear slightly different from other companies. In other respects, they are the same as other fighters of the Astral Knights, and their genes are also the same.

And this unit was called by other companies—Night Dire.

"Children of Dire, the midnight event has begun. This is your first action after you have obtained extraordinary power. Don't let me down. Take this place for three hours, resist, kill, and use the rest as slaves. All your performances during this operation will be recorded one by one, as the basis for your future duties in the company."

"Yes!"

They responded with a low growl, a red light shining from the eye sockets of the skull mask, with a certain bloodthirsty fanaticism.

About two hours later~www.wuxiaspot.com~In the dark space station——

"Let's go."

Jack Ma whispered behind him, and the three of them appeared in the corridor. The light bulbs on their chests gleamed faintly, illuminating the front.

Whenever a beam of light struck the wall, the marking painted on the bulkhead could be seen, and they were informed that the passage was E-31.

Jack Ma has been trying his best to prevent himself from entering the main corridor of the space station. Since being attacked, any place here is insecure, but Jack Ma’s caution has won him a rare chance of survival, more than most. People are good.

He knows that the more people there are, the more dangerous they are. He will try to use the third channel and repair pipes, but those places have not been cleaned for many years, covered with dirt and dust, so they are full of stench, and their eyes are like a pool. Painful puddles, painful because of endless squinting.

But at least, he is still alive, even like a mouse, but he survived.

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