The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 "For the sake of a possibility, rush to an uncertain goal..."

　　 Soshyang sighed.

　　 "Sir, we cannot withstand even a little defeat now. The battle group has never been as dangerous as it is now."

　　 "I'm sure there is something very important there."

　　 Brother Said still insisted on his opinion, Soshyang saw to persuade him to stay still, so he drew out his holy flame.

　　 "Sir, have you heard of this sword? I brought it back from the orbital station of Ma’kande 2. According to Reverend Loken, it was made by a certain warband commander by his instructor."

　　 Fearlessly took two steps forward, seeming to observe the sword, and then its body shook, as if it was nodding.

　　 "Yes, I know."

　　 Brother Said's next words surprised Soshyang.

　　 "I commissioned the priest to make it."

　　 "You? Haven't you been asleep?"

　　 "It wasn't me who came forward."

　　 Brother Said stretched out his arm, Soshyang immediately handed the holy Yan sword to him knowingly, the other side grasped the hilt of the sword and looked at it carefully for a while, then exclaimed:

　　 "Yes, yes, I didn't miss that priest, he is actually more suitable to be a swordsmith than serving gears and machinery, but his skills are destined to be buried."

　　 After speaking, he returned the sword to Soshyan.

　　 "Gray marrow needs to extract a lot of heat energy. This sword allows you to use it for a longer time, but you still have to be careful not to let emotions influence you to use gray marrow. You have to control it by yourself and learn to use reason to mobilize it."

　　 Soshyang nodded, retracting the sword into its sheath.

　　 At this time, the communicator in his neck armor suddenly rang.

　　 "Team commander, you have to come and see this."

　　 Hearing Loken's voice, Soshyang immediately turned and walked outside the armory door, while Brother Said followed closely behind.

　　 When they appeared on the bridge, there was already a mess inside.

　　 Hearing the sound of footsteps, Loken agitated the console and said without looking back:

　　 "Commander of the battle group, I have just set the ornithology to scan the wake particles."

　　 When he turned his head and saw the towering divine fearlessness behind Soshyang, the technical priest paused.

　　 Then when he recovered, he found that he needed to hesitate for a while to find the right words.

　　 "...the engine trail, so we can find out if there are other ships passing by."

"So?"

　　 Soshyang asked, when he and Brother Said stepped onto the podium, Lothar nodded at Fearless and stepped aside.

　　 "A lot of readings,"

　　 Loken's voice overshadowed the murmurs of other officers, and at the same time the large reading of the ornithology was transmitted to the display.

　　 "It is two thousand kilometers away from the port side, I think, the distance is about close, there is a boat, or we can scan two boats."

　　 "Two?"

　　 Soshyang frowned at the Loken.

　　 "We only have two ships coming in, including the Honor Sabre."

　　 Loken paled under his direct stare.

　　 "The target image has been created."

　　 A voice sounded and everyone turned to the video camera. The huge oval screen was slowly filled with static, unexplainable images.

　　Through the overflowing stray light, people cannot distinguish a clear physical shape, just like looking at things through clouds.

　　 Loken and the technicians tried their best to eliminate most of the useless things. The bridge was quiet with sporadic static electricity. Then he focused the image on the large ship drifting in the colorful storm.

　　 This ship is a wreck, scattered in a painful space for thousands of kilometers.

　　Such scenarios are not common in subspace. Ships are often lost in the wave of subspace for various reasons.

　　 A considerable part of them has not been destroyed, but still maintains the decayed, ancient appearance, and may appear at any place, any time at any time.

　　 When they appear in physical space, they will become a vicious gift.

　　This kind of ship is generally called a "hulk".

"Is there a problem?"

　　 Soshyang stared at the outline of the hulk, somehow worried.

　　 "It's nothing, my lord, it's just a ghost reading on the sensor, a weak...sign of life?"

　　 "Is there any more information."

　　 "I'm scanning remotely...Based on thermal decay and material analysis, it seems that it was destroyed many years ago, at least...thousands of years??"

　　 At this time, the image of the video camera gradually became clear. It was a military ship.

The hull of the ship is dotted with faint lights, and the heavy armor is as pitted as the surface of a meteorite, and a few mottled black paint remains under the macro cannon. The location of the once flying hangar has become an ugly scar, weather-beaten. The double-headed eagle logo is inlaid on the keel of the bow. Depending on the size, it is at least a cruiser, and it is larger than the Spark.

　　 At this time, Loken raised his hand to push off his hood, wiped the sweat from the back of his head, and said in doubt and surprise:

　　 "Omsenia is on board, I can't believe it... I don't even know this class of ship! The keel identification code does not have this type of ship! Is this an alien warship? It doesn't look like it..."

　　 At this moment, Brother Said, who had not spoken, suddenly spoke.

　　 "This is a slaughter-class armored cruiser."

　　 "Uh... Honorable elder, I have never heard of this type of cruiser."

　　 Loken asked humbly, and then fearlessly gave him the answer.

　　 "This is a cruiser used during the Great Expedition. Maybe it was discontinued very early~www.NovelMTL.com~ It's not surprising that you don't know."

　　 Hearing this, Soshyang's stern gaze returned to the ship. As the Spark moved, the abandoned warship became more burly.

　　 can see large pieces of fragments floating near his shell, unnatural flames curled up in the gaps in its armor, even though the outside is in a vacuum, it is still burning in some form.

　　 as if to freeze the moment it fell.

　　 "Sir, the more troublesome thing is that it is approaching us at a very fast speed, and it is expected to collide with us in half an hour!"

　　 Suddenly, Loken gave a bad news.

　　 Sosh frowned.

　　 "Can't get rid of it?"

　　 "According to the pre-analysis of the voyage trajectory, the current speed of the Spark alone cannot get rid of...How can a dead ship be so fast!?"

　　 "Can you leave the subspace then."

　　 "At present, we don't have a suitable anchor point. If we jump out rashly, we may plunge into the edge of a star or asteroid belt."

　　 At this time, Brother Said's voice sounded in Soshyan's communicator.

　　 "Soshyan, this is a big problem, what force is pushing it to us, only you can solve it."

　　 Soshyang immediately understood what Brother Said meant, and some subspace forces were blocking their advancement.

　　 "Can it be destroyed from a long distance."

　　 "The slaughter-level armor is extremely strong. It is difficult to destroy it in a short time only by the spark of the Spark and the Honor Saber, before it hits us."

　　 Soshyang closed his eyes and pondered for a few seconds. When he opened his eyes, he gave an order that surprised everyone.

　　 "Prepare the shuttle, let us board and see what the **** is going on."