Talos, who has dreamed of becoming a hero since he was a child, never imagined that he would become a cruel and bloody murderer in the future.
Just like he didn't expect that the Broken Eagle War Gang would be cornered by the Origin Chapter.
Or they were almost defeated, outnumbered by the enemy, and if Char hadn't defeated the enemy's champion——
Speaking of Ciel, Talos, who was slumped on the floor, touched the blood on his face with his hand and looked at his brother.
Ciel threw away his sword and leaned against the arched wall in an almost powerless posture.
He stayed there for a long time, savoring the pain and holding his breath.
The blood flowing from his breastplate smelled so fresh and pure.
This is soul blood, he understands.
But that's not good. After all, a burst heart would require him to be bedridden for weeks to get used to a powerful replacement, and two—
One of his arms could not move, the other was numb, his fingers were not flexible, one leg could not bend, and the colder pain in his chest spread further and further.
After his attempt to move his body failed, he groaned again and was unable to leave the wall.
Maybe just give it a minute to let his regenerative tissue repair the damage.
That's it, that's all he can do.
In the cabin, Selion was the first person to get up - he climbed up from the opposite wall.
His armor looked almost as battered as Ciel's, and instead of helping the others, he raised the damaged hammer in his hand.
"Its energy battery has been consumed by 80% now. Maybe it will hit us harder than it will hit you."
Charles didn't answer, he just leaned against the wall.
"I have never seen a duel like this."
Sirion added, moving to where his brother was leaning.
"Come on, I need some time to breathe."
"as you wish."
Sirion walked back to Talos, who was still slumped on the deck.
A vial of a chemical stimulant was injected into the Prophet's neck, causing his muscles to spasm.
After a moment, he suddenly stood up with a whimper.
"I have never been hit by a thunder hammer before. Valier may tell us about its specific effects on the nervous system, but I never want to feel it again."
"Fortunately it was crooked."
"I don't think it's crooked."
"If you were alive, it would be crooked."
One by one, the First Fierce Claws stood up, but there was still one last person.
"Ciel."
Talos walked over.
"I can't believe you killed him."
Charles sneered cheerfully at his brother.
"this is nothing."
Talos immediately threw the helmet to him, and Ciel caught the helmet with difficulty. This was his trophy.
For a moment, Ciel ran his fingers over the winged crest, the official decoration of the Legion, which was looking down at the pained face he presented to the Galaxy.
There was no blood in his eyes, and even his head had turned into a mixture of broken bones and flesh. The pain caused by just rolling his eyes in his eye sockets was enough to make him kneel, but he would not allow this.
Weakness was shown - the blinking pain was such that he himself lacked the imagination to describe it.
He didn't even want to know how much of his face was left.
Everyone else looked at him with worried or even sympathetic eyes, but that only made him angrier.
"Can you still fight?"
Talos asked, hiding his concern, but his expression betrayed his mood at the moment.
"I feel much better."
Charles nodded hard.
"It should be okay."
"We need to move quickly."
Ma Kuchen said that he was the weakest among them. After losing power, his armor was almost useless, and it did not increase his strength or reflexes at all - the joints did not rotate, and the backpack did not buzz.
"We need to contact other Talons to prevent us from being ganged up on again."
"Ciel."
Talos said again that he didn't care about anything else now.
Charles raised his head.
"what?"
"Take the hammer away, you deserve it."
Ciel lifted his helmet back into place, locking the keyhole with a click, and his voice changed into his usual inflected growl.
"Talos."
He said with a heavy tone:
"my brother."
"What?"
"I regret arguing with you before... I hope to live a meaningful life and find ways to win this war. This is not a sin."
"We'll talk about this later, brother."
"OK."
Charles stood up slowly, but his blood never stopped, and kept flowing, gathering into a small puddle at his feet.
"--after."
Charles moved his legs, but he only took one step.
Amid everyone's exclamations, his head slowly rolled forward, and his body also fell in a boneless overthrow, and the last sound from his helmet was a long sigh.
Charr just fell into Talos's arms, and the armor could only send out harsh signals feebly.
"Ciel————!!!"
When the internal problems are solved, the cursed echo travels through space with the hunger of a shark.
Officers and enlisted men began to carry out their combat missions as the strategic deck fell into familiar organized chaos.
The bridge was filled with rattling sounds and the clanking of levers, mixed with the clicking sounds and the tapping of fingers on keys.
"Any sign of an Origins Chapter cruiser?"
Talos asked from his central throne. On the eyeball display, a peeled-off moon had been half surrounded by new asteroid groups, looking very pitiful.
"I saw them, my lord."
The auspicious master took a breath of moisture through his ventilator mask.
"Now it is displayed on the holographic projection."
At first, Talos was unable to identify the ship from the wreckage.
The projected building shimmers with its usual instability, offering a scene with hundreds of objects.
The satellite's fractured edge is an irregular curve on one side of the image, with stones of various shapes and sizes decorating the space above, and a thin layer of haze representing particle fragments too small to focus on individual latches. .
There they are.
The bow of an Astartes warship has a clear fork, and the runic symbols of its weapons shoot into the void.
The projected ship travels and suddenly finds itself at the center of a swarm of asteroids, leaning its fire on the surrounding rocks as it attempts to carve its way to freedom.
He was almost disappointed that they hadn't been destroyed in the initial blast, but at least he could see it directly now.
"I can't help but feel a little proud."
He told the crew:
"You all did a great job."
The drifting rocks tumbled in space, colliding with each other and shattering into more rubble. Talos watched the projected exhibition to see if there were several large pieces that collided with the flashing ship.
Primitive imaging procedures revealed little of the vast destruction caused by such an impact.
"Let's do a visual confirmation."
Talos knew that it would take several hours to close the distance, so he came up with an idea to kill time and further reduce the odds of winning for the Origin warriors who jumped to the ship.
"Call the enemy ship and filter the message so that every communication channel on the ship carries what we say."
The female correspondent did so.
The previous bridge was silent after the screaming stopped, but now the sound from the enemy cruiser was heard again.
The monotonous voice of the attendant formed a background harmony with the sound of rocks hitting the hull, and a loud voice spoke breathlessly.
"I am Captain Aeneas in the royal cloak. I will not listen to your ridicule, heresy, nor will I be misled by your temptations!"