Sarpedon had lost his mind and was covering his injured body with one hand. The mutated joints and limbs below the waist were also dripping with blood. His chest was bloody and bloody, and the oozing liquid soaked his armor.
The rebel Soul Drinker veterans all gathered around him, using their flesh and blood to form an insurmountable wall to block the pursuing loyalists.
Priest Ictinos knelt down next to Sarpedon and performed simple treatment.
"He is seriously injured. We must take him away from here. The battle here has been lost."
"No……"
Sarpedon suddenly raised his head, and his voice was as faint as a gossamer.
"We did not fail..."
"I just received news from the Gunhound that the Astral Knights destroyed the Burning Wings and now they have to choose to surrender."
"We did not fail..."
The director of the think tank just kept repeating this sentence.
Ictinos and the commander of the fourth company, Luko, looked at each other, and then Luko shrugged.
"His head is probably burned out."
Then he glanced behind him and said calmly:
"We have to evacuate."
"But where?"
At this time,
Sarpedon screamed violently.
"The Brokenback!"
Iktinos also received the last communication from Gunhound at the same time.
"A hulk appears?"
Suddenly enlightened, he nodded and switched to the group's internal communication channel.
"Retreat, all retreat to the flight deck!"
He also sent an encrypted message code pulse to show that the order was authentic.
Then Luko put up one of Sarpedon's arms, and Ictinos put up the other. With their help, the think tank director reluctantly stood up.
"Can you still move around?"
Sarpedon gritted his teeth, but could not speak at all. Blood foam dripped from his lips.
After letting out a groan, he endured the pain and took the first step, and then the second step.
So the two dragged the limping think tank director and prepared to leave, with the remaining veterans crowding behind them. This tragic civil war left everyone devastated.
"Don't go!!"
With a roar, Soshyan approached again, and at the same time, a large number of loyal Soul Drinker recruits followed closely behind, shooting at the retreating compatriots as they advanced.
At this time, some veterans holding combat shields and jump shields turned behind them, and the energy field on the shields crackled, deflecting the incoming bullets.
Not to be outdone, the retreating rebels shot at their former comrades who tried to stop them.
Soon, a dozen more soldiers fell.
After ten minutes of arduous retreat, the rebels finally reached the door leading to the flight deck - which was also their evacuation route.
A group of soldiers were guarding the door. They had prepared a stretcher. The priest and the fourth company commander immediately put down the think tank director, and then Ictinos ordered the door to be closed.
Sarpedon's arms slipped from their shoulders, and the coagulated blood and sealing foam on the purple armor were smeared everywhere.
Then, Ictinos looked back at the gate, and the veterans at the back were also retreating.
Many warriors formed a semicircle, pouring destructive hailstones on the enemy, trying their best to block the enemy to cover their companions behind them - but they soon fell under the fierce attack of Savita and Soshyan.
In addition to these brave men who died generously, there were still twenty veterans who were trapped in the fire compartment next to the passage and were surrounded.
On the battlefield, both loyalists and traitors were howling and roaring, shouting out their oaths and pain.
"We have to rescue them—"
Luko couldn't bear to leave the besieged warriors behind.
"We must retreat!"
The priest suddenly interrupted him.
"The fate of the Soul Drinkers depends on us."
Lu Wuke was a little confused, and his limbs were shaking because of everything he witnessed today.
"Hurry up, Luco."
"But--"
Luko still couldn't stop staring at the brothers who were being slaughtered. The furious Soshyan was desperately killing anything that stood in his way.
"Sarpedon!!"
Soshyan shouted, his voice like a wounded wolf.
“Come over here and face me!!!!”
He grabbed the corpse of a Soul Drinker he had killed earlier from the ground, decapitated it with his sword, and then threw the head like a grenade into the closing gate among the Soul Drinker veterans.
.
"I will definitely kill you with my own hands! I swear to the Emperor with my soul!! You will never run away!!!"
The huge head rolled gurglingly to Luko's feet. He looked down and saw that the head's eyes were still glaring, and the blood-stained face was all too familiar to him.
"Gravis!!"
Luko held up the head and his voice trembled. This was his close friend who served at the same time as him and fought side by side for nearly two hundred years. He was also one of the most precious group of veteran non-commissioned officers in the regiment.
However, he died just like that.
Luko looked up at Soshyan, who also looked at him for a moment. The moment their eyes met, the heavy steel door slammed shut.
After temporarily breaking away from the pursuit, the remaining two hundred Soul Drinker veterans did not dare to stay any longer and ran directly towards the hangar where there were parked Thunderhawks and shuttles.
During this process, Sarpedon remained in a coma.
Until he was put into the Thunderhawk's cabin.
Amid the flashing red warning light, the cabin door ramp closed, and air was discharged from the vents to pressurize the cabin.
At this time, Sarpedon finally woke up.
"Iktinos..."
He weakly called the priest's name.
"Iktinos!"
Ictinos was also completely exhausted, so he had to move to the think tank director's side and put his hand on the other person's chest.
"How about it?"
"Iktinos..."
Sarpedon began to mutter to himself.
"I was wrong, we were all wrong...I destroyed the war group...ruined everything..."
"Sarpedon?"
The director of the think tank stretched out his weak hand and grabbed the priest's armor. His eyes were so sad.
"I shouldn't have done anything to Golgory."
"Everything you say now is in vain."
Ictinos slapped the opponent's hand away angrily. At this time, a plasma chainsaw was burning in his hand at close range. The pharmacist who had been staying on the flight deck was cutting the armor to treat his wounds.
"No, no, it's not in vain..."
Sarpedon showed a mocking smile, his teeth covered with his own blood.
"He spoke to me, He spoke to me again, He is guiding us... guiding..."
His eyes became sluggish again, and he seemed to be on the verge of coma again.
"With whom? With what's on the hulk?"
Sarpedon shook his head and managed to stay awake.
"It's Him, it's Him who told me..."
He was shaking and breathing rapidly.
Just before he lost consciousness, he whispered:
"…The Emperor is guiding me."
Ictinos looked at the think tank director's lowered head and suddenly shook his head, with only disgust and sarcasm in his eyes.
He still thought it was the Emperor who was guiding him.