Talos realized his nose was bleeding.
He took another staggering step, concentrating on the pain that nearly split his skull in two.
The power armor's automatic alarm sounded.
He saw Vandrod, his former commander, the brother he once looked up to, transformed beyond recognition by the terrifying influence of Chaos.
So many brothers died fighting.
He is also dying.
He couldn't go on.
Talos finally couldn't move any further and froze in place.
But the enemy across from him was no better. As the prophet came closer, her own body began to stiffen and tremble, and her fingers became like claws.
Suddenly, Talos saw a figure in his blurred vision, a faint blue figure, with bloody bat wings towering on both sides of his head, and a huge halberd slanted on his shoulders.
So familiar——
A scream suddenly exploded.
It was a scream of primal terror, torn from the throats of the Elda warwitches.
The nightmare fantasy disintegrated immediately.
Suddenly, Talos' thoughts became clear.
The pain caused by the psychological warfare disappeared and was dissolved into high emotions.
But the War Witch knelt down - the unbridled psychic energy rebounded and tore her apart.
Around her, the other Eldar seemed stunned and motionless.
Then a low rumble echoed from the entrance to the ruined bridge, accompanied by shouts and the thud of combat boots.
Valiel crashed in, along with the warriors of the Third Claw, who managed to open the bridge's blast doors.
They flooded into the room, guns drawn, now was their chance before the aliens regrouped.
"Fire!"
The alien's dying screams echoed through the control center.
While her kind were knocked down, the War Witch struggled to get to her feet. .
Talos strode towards her, the blood from his nose congealing, and before the alien could protect himself, he hit her with a bolter, blasting through her black armor with a savage crack from the back. out.
She fell to the ground like a discarded puppet, the sword falling to the deck beside her and its wail ceasing.
Behind her, the Eldar paralyzing the Cursed Echo cannon console also fell, riddled with bullet holes.
The artillery consoles within the range were also broken, and the alien device inserted into the cogitator was shattered.
She was still alive, barely, when Talos walked up to the War Witch.
"This is your death, 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 your soul stones, all of them."
Talos said coldly, raising his power sword.
"For centuries I have endured the hallucinations of your people, no more."
The Prophet prepared to swing his weapon, but at the same moment, his auto-sensors beeped.
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 had been eliminated, the bridge was, as usual, awash in noise and organized chaos.
The surviving officers and followers shouted back and forth and ran between their positions.
The remainder of the First Claw made their way to the east door, checking 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 has lost another fighter, which is full of regrets anyway.
"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 gnawing patience.
"Currently, all our teams are engaged in anti-landing operations, and we cannot join gangs."
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 pod, 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 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."
Cerion 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……"
Cerion 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 punch was now a blur, but the legion's winged skeleton stood proudly in blood on the other pauldron.
"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.
"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 weaken them first with planetary orbits.
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 picked up the communications from the navigator's control room.
