Talos, who dreamed of becoming a hero since childhood, would never have thought that he would become a cruel and bloody murderer in the future.

Just as he could not have imagined that the Broken Eagle War Gang would be forced into a desperate situation by the Origin Chapter.

Or they were almost defeated, and were outnumbered by the enemy, if Charles had not defeated the enemy's champion-

Speaking of Charles, Talos, who was slumped on the floor, touched the blood on his face with his hand and looked at his brother.

Charles threw away the sword and leaned against the arched wall in a nearly forceless manner.

He stayed there for a long time, tasting the pain and holding his breath.

The blood shed from his breastplate smelled too fresh and pure.

This is the blood of the soul, he understands.

But this is not good. After all, a heart burst will cause him to bed for several weeks to adapt to a powerful alternative, and two words -

One of his arms could not move, the other one was numb, his fingers were not flexible, his legs could not bend, and the increasingly cold pain in his chest spread farther and farther away.

After his efforts to move his body failed, he snorted again, unable to leave the wall.

Maybe in another minute, he can repair the damage to his regenerative tissue.

That's it, that's all he can do.

In the cabin, Cylor was the first person to get up - he got up from the wall opposite.

His armor seemed almost as broken as Charles's. Instead of helping others, he raised the damaged hammer in his hand.

"Its energy battery has consumed 80% now, maybe it hits us heavier than hitting you."

Charles did not answer, and he leaned straight against the wall.

"I've never seen such a duel."

Cyrion added, moving to where his brother was leaning against.

"Get out, I need some time to breathe."

“As you wish.”

Selyon walked again to Talos, who was still lying on the deck.

A small vial of chemical stimulant was injected into the prophet's neck, causing his muscles to spasm.

After a moment, he suddenly whimpered and stood up.

"I've never been hit by the Thunder Hammer before, Valell may tell us about its specific effects on the nervous system, but I never want to feel it anymore."

"Luckily that was wrong."

"I don't think it's wrong."

"If you're still alive, it's crooked."

One by one, the Liezards stood up, but there was still the last one.

"Shar."

Talos walked over.

"I can't believe you killed him."

Shire sneered joyfully at his brother.

“It’s nothing.”

Talos then threw the helmet to him, and Charles struggled to catch the helmet, which was his trophy.

For a moment, Charles stroked his fingers the winged crochets—formal legion decorations, and it was looking down at the painful face he presented to the Milky Way.

There was no blood in his eyes, and even his head had become a mixture of minced bones and flesh. The pain caused by turning his eyeballs in his sockets was enough to make him kneel down, but he did not allow this weakness to be shown - the blinking pain made him lack 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 and even sympathetic eyes, but it only made him even more angry.

"Can you still fight?"

Talos asked, hiding his concern, but his expression betrayed his mood at the moment.

"I feel much better."

Shire nodded hard.

“It should be OK.”

"We need to act quickly."

Makuchen spoke, he was the weakest of them, and his armor was almost useless after losing power, and did not increase his strength or reaction ability at all - the joints did not turn, and the backpack did not buzz.

"We need to contact other Fiery Claws to prevent us from being jumped again."

"Shar."

Talos said it again, he was completely unwilling to care about other things now.

Shire looked up.

"what?"

"Take the hammer away, you deserve it."

Charle lifted his helmet back to his original position, and with a click, his voice became a roar that was usually distorted.

"Talos."

He said in a heavy tone:

"My brother."

"What?"

"I regret arguing with you before... I hope to live a meaningful life and find a way to win this war, it is not a sin."

"We'll talk about this later, brother."

"OK."

Shire slowly stood up, but his blood never stopped and kept flowing, gathering into a small puddle at his feet.

"--after."

Shael opened his legs, but he only took one step.

Amid the screams of everyone, his head slowly rolled forward, and his body fell down in a soft and boneless overturn, and the last sound in his helmet was a long sigh.

Charles fell in Talos's arms like this, and the armor could only send out a harsh signal powerlessly.

"Shar———!!!"

When the internal problems were resolved, the curse echoed through space with a shark-like hunger.

Officers and soldiers began their combat missions as the strategic deck fell into familiar organized chaos.

The bridge was filled with rattle and clenched levers, mixed with ticks and fingers typing on keys.

"Are there any signs of the Origins Cruiser?"

Taros asked on his central throne, and on the eye display, a stripped satellite had been half surrounded by a new asteroid cluster, looking pitiful.

"I saw them, sir."

The Lord of Bird Buyi took a breath of moisture through his ventilation mask.

“It’s presented on the holographic projection now.”

At first, Talos was unable to identify the ship from the wreckage.

The projected architecture flashes with its consistent instability, providing a scene with hundreds of targets.

The edge of the satellite's rupture is an irregular curve on one side of the image, with stones of various shapes and sizes adorning the space above, and a layer of mist that means that the particle fragments are too small to focus on a separate locker.

They are there.

The bow of an Astat warship had a distinct fork, and the rune symbols of its weapons shot into the void.

The projected ship was sailing and suddenly found itself in the center of an asteroid cluster, tilting its firepower on the surrounding rocks as it attempted to open the road to freedom.

He was almost disappointed that they were not destroyed in the initial explosion, but at least he could see it directly now.

"I can't help but feel a little proud."

He told the crew:

"You guys are all doing well."

The drifting rocks rolled in space, colliding with each other and shattered into more gravel. Talos watched the projected exhibition, were there a few large pieces of things colliding with the flickering ship?

The original imaging program showed little of the great damage caused by this impact.

“Let’s have a visual confirmation.”

Talos knew that it would take several hours to get closer, so he had an idea to pass the time and reduce the chances of winning by the Origin Warrior who jumped to the ship.

"Call enemy ships and filter information so that every communication channel on the ship can deliver what we say."

The female correspondent did as she did.

The previous bridge was silent after the screams stopped, and now the sound of enemy cruisers sounded again.

The monotonous attendant's voice formed a background harmony with the sound of rocks colliding against the hull, and a loud voice panting.

"I am the company commander of the royal cloak. I will not obey your mockery, heresy, nor will I be misled by your temptation!"
Chapter completed!