"Let me get out of this armor."
Makuchen said, before losing control of his body and spitting blood and saliva onto the floor - which immediately began to dissolve the stone.
"As commanded."
Twenty servitors responded and began to move clumsily.
"Gotta hurry up."
Thalyon stood guard at the entrance arch, and as the slaves gathered around, Marcusen threw his twin bolters to Thalyon.
Afterwards, Sirion checked the ammunition preparation on the retina display screen, and the situation was also not optimistic.
"I'm going to miss this armor."
Cerion also began to take off his Terminator armor with the help of slaves.
"We are all still alive because of this suit. That spear pierced the Terminator like a knife through flesh."
Markusen nodded in agreement. He struggled to stand up, every movement causing muscle cramps and a pain running down his spine.
"I'm afraid I can't last much longer..."
Ma Kuchen gasped and wanted to spit out the liquid in his mouth.
The servitors began to work, drilling holes, loosening, and prying.
Talos breathed a sigh of relief.
"Same for us, we didn't come down here to win."
Cerion smiled but said nothing more.
Just as the servitor was moving Markushen's power fist away, his legs gave out. The Eighth Legion poet stumbled and had to lean against the wall to stand.
More blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.
"I'll leave you behind when you leave."
Ma Kuchen said in a low voice:
"I feel like my spine is burning and it's spreading to my legs. I can't keep up with you anymore."
Cerion glanced at him and nodded.
"He's right, it's time to disperse, Talos, if we hunt her in packs, the alien will tear us apart like the cold wind."
Ma Kushen roared back.
"Stop mentioning the dispersion! Leave me behind and let the Prophet return to the surface... Valiel came for a reason, fool. Talos cannot die here."
"You all shut up."
Talos took a deep breath and took off his helmet.
"Sirion, stay quiet and watch the tunnel."
Then he stepped forward, put Ma Kuchen's right arm on his shoulder, and then supported him to move without saying a word.
"Talos..."
"Shut up."
Makuchen's breathing was intermittent and seemed a little damp in the communication, but he stood upright, holding a heavy heavy bolter in his hand-this was his most trusted weapon.
Hearing the movement behind him, Sirion turned around. He had already put on flexible power armor, and had his chain saw and bolts ready. The lightning marks on his visor looked like jagged tears.
Talos laughed as he noticed what he was doing.
"Let's get this over with, I'm tired of living anyway."
Talos then laughed too, he had never felt so funny before, and Markusen nodded and grunted before speaking.
"We'll get you above ground, Prophet, and then we'll skin that alien bitch after Valiel is done talking."
“Simple plans are often the best.”
Cerion agreed, and the remaining First Claws left the room, leaving their precious abandoned Terminator armor and lobeless slaves to fade away in the darkness.
But Talos was still too optimistic.
Markusen became an obstacle after one hour, a problem after two, and they were almost motionless after three.
"Feel free to abandon me."
Markusen held Talos' shoulders. Although he had exhausted all his strength, he could hardly move a few more steps. He knew that he was slowing them down.
Talos naturally knew this, and so did Selion, but Markushen knew better than them all.
He has realized that he has come to the end of his destiny and welcomes it with open arms.
"Abandon me, abandon me..."
Markusen kept talking.
"Put the heavy bomb down."
Talos responded like this.
"That doesn't help."
But Markushen hugged the heavy bolter tighter.
"Leave me alone, I'll kill any alien scum that comes to me, if she
Behind us, I'll buy you some time. "
Cerion paused for a moment and walked beside Talos and the lame warrior.
After looking at Markusen and taking a deep breath, Selion connected to the private communication with Talos.
"Stop wasting time and energy, we should leave him behind, brother."
Talos didn't even glance at Sirion.
"You should remain silent."
"Talos, Markusen is dying. The aliens left half of his life in the room, where everyone in the Third Claw died."
Talos shook his head and adjusted the weight of Marku's shoulders.
"That's enough, Cy. I won't leave him. I have to go to Valier."
"Your trust in the Skinner is your weakness in fighting, but don't drag our lives into it. If you really give up our last hunt, then Ma Kushen is right. You want to surface, but he It’s slowing us down.”
Talos narrowed his eyes as he walked.
"Sometimes, Cy, you make it easy for me to understand why Ciel hates you."
"is that so?"
Cerion snorted.
"Don't hide behind his ghost as if he would smile and cheer your feelings on. Charles will be the first to abandon him. You know that as well as I do. It's one of the few things he and I have ever agreed on." One of the many consensuses.”
Talos didn't answer.
"brother."
Markusen suddenly said calmly.
"I heard her and she came flying out of the darkness."
But the prophet only intensified his efforts, and Selion stood on Machu Shen's other side, supporting the wounded warrior as he kicked and staggered forward.
"Talos."
Marcus snorted.
"Shut up and move."
"It's time, Throne of Fire, soul hunter! It's time, abandon me and run."
Talos paused————
A minute later, the two survivors started running.
They ran fast, their boots on the stones, never looking back.
Strengthened muscles bunched and moved in bundles of fibers, while three lungs and two hearts worked in a heaving chest.
Talos leapt over a pile of rocks, as nimble as a gust of wind.
His eyepieces flashed with runes, and his current speed was estimated to be between kilometers per hour.
Those numbers dropped every time he was forced to spin around a turn or jump off an adjacent wall to maintain the illusion of speed.
When they ran for a full seven minutes, Talos cursed in a low voice, and Selion noticed a hint of crying.
At the edge of the retina, the remaining three life symbols of the First Claw turned into two, and a horizontal line whizzed past the tactical eyepiece...
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