Emperor's Bane

Chapter 51 Death (Part [-])
"Dahe..."

Sergeant Latobis sighed softly. He first rubbed his clothes filled with stones and dust, then clapped his palms, took out a can, and pried it open. Stuttered.

He was not in a hurry to chew, but first slowly ground the food with his tongue, and then swallowed it bit by bit. His tongue would occasionally brush against the cavities between the teeth, which was past experience The traces left behind: the bastards in the logistics will not deliver good things until the critical time, and it is only normal that there are some small surprises in the can that make people [shocked the teeth].

The sergeant turned his head and spat out something that looked like a white pebble, trying not to think about what it was.

After making sure there was nothing, he began to chew, trying to extract the taste of roots and artificial seasonings from the bland food.

"Why don't you come, Lieutenant?"

"You haven't eaten for a long time."

When his mouth was full of paste, Latobis spoke indistinctly. He turned his head and looked at Tigray, only to find that the second lieutenant just shook his head, stroking the scar on his chest with all his heart. There is a closely guarded pocket containing Tigray's letters home, his connection to the past.

Latobis didn't say much, he opened a can, put it beside Tigray, then opened another one for himself, stuffed the food inside as much as possible into his mouth, at this moment, his There is an unprecedented ease in my heart.

Yes, easy and comfortable.

Since their original defensive position was breached last night, Latobis and Tigray ran like headless chickens in the desert. They did not dare to take those slightly flat roads, and only dared to go to the poor places. After trekking hard, the two cannon fodders escaped for their lives in almost no black and white. They relied on the touch of the stars and the wind to barely identify the direction, ate the last food and water in a daze, and hid together in the shadows of those huge stones. , or avoid the search of those Randan fighters cruising in the sky.

Finally, after about fifteen terra gauges, when Latobis was considering whether to drop the gun too to save weight, they saw the great river, and the bridge.

The sergeant almost forgot what happened next. He vaguely remembered that they ran towards the position roaring like crazy savages, and then they were knocked down on the sand by the panicked defenders. Then there were countless people, countless pairs of pupils, and countless mouths. , appearing, flickering, and telling beside him one after another, making his already not sober mind even more dizzy.

When he remembered again, he was already sitting in a room opposite the Supreme Defense Commander of the bridge. Latobis even saw a tall warrior standing in the shadow of the room.

God, it's the Angel of Death, and it's the first time he's been so close to them.

The garrison commander asked many questions tirelessly, such as name, serial number, unit he belonged to, and his experience in the past 24 Terra Standards. Latobis was able to answer some of them, while the rest could only shake his head numbly.

But he remembered that when he told the troops and positions he belonged to, the commander's face showed uncontrollable surprise.

"Highland No. 42 was breached by the enemy around five o'clock last night..."

He heard the commander mumbling.

"No one from the 33rd regiment stationed inside escaped."

It wasn't until this moment that Latobis finally remembered in his chaotic mind that he was a member of that army and was stationed at the so-called high ground position, but this was no longer important. From the scenes and pictures I saw, I was not surprised at the result that no one survived except the two of them.

The angel of death seemed to nod his head, and then Latobis was sent out. He was stuffed with several cans and rows of bullets, and led by a soldier to a new trench. , and then he found that Tigray was already waiting for him, and the second lieutenant's arms were also full of cans and bullets.

Next, they became the stars in the trenches. From officers to non-commissioned officers to soldiers, they all wanted to see these two [veterans] who had fought against Ran Dan's army. They gathered together in groups, chattering They were discussing the news they knew or heard, or even guessed. During their arguing and telling, Latobis realized what happened ignorantly.

Ran Dan's attack probably started at noon yesterday. Before their position was destroyed, countless fortresses and battle lines had already been forcibly leveled. This massacre and invasion continued until midnight before it stopped. Most of the world has been taken over by these aliens.

Some people said that more than 50 people were killed by Ran Dan in yesterday's battle, and others said that it was 80. Some people even vowed that they may be the last organized army in the entire world, and Ran Dan has killed more than 200 million people.

The last one is obviously nonsense. Latobis is very clear that the so-called 23rd Cranos Regiment only has a total of more than 100 million people, and there is not even a single civilian in this world except for their hapless defense forces.

But another topic soon took center stage of the discussion: Soldiers in the communications squad stated that they had heard from other regiments that at least a few hundred Angels of Death had marched out in droves last night, and some said they were in There was a fierce battle with Ran Dan's army in the largest valley of Sabis 4. It is said that they won, but some people said they lost. Anyway, what is certain is that when they come back, those who died The number of angels has decreased significantly, and Ran Dan's offensive has maintained a strange sluggishness throughout the second half of the night and early morning, and he has not launched a new attack for a long time.

But there are also thorns who say otherwise: maybe those angels of death lost a big battle and were caught by Ran Dan's aliens and eaten alive.

He was then dragged away by two disciplinary officers.

After being so frightened, most people didn't have the intention to gossip. Latobis could finally take a good rest. He slept for a few hours, and was awakened by a strong sense of hunger at around three o'clock in the afternoon, and then went stiff. He straightened up, began to eat, and reloaded.

Everything was actually the same as before, but Latobis felt a sense of peace of mind, a peace of mind built by safety and ease.

He knew it was false, it was a kind of deceit that blinded his self-cognition, he knew that Ran Dan's army was rampaging in a place he couldn't see, and maybe they would come here soon to make him repeat what happened yesterday.

But when he saw the many soldiers beside him, when he was leaning on the thick earth barrier, he still felt relieved: he would rather not think about anything, not thinking about the battle that he could not escape, not thinking about Ran Dan's horror, immersed in a brief, wonderful ease like this.

It feels really addictive.

Latobis even wanted to laugh, in fact, he felt some of the humblest pleasures.

And the joy only lasted a few seconds.

Because when he raised his head again, he found strange planes appearing at the end of his field of vision.

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【Killing...】

No, duel.

【massacre……】

no no……

【anger……】

It should be honor, it is honorable to fight and die!
【Ah, honor...】

Carmen rubbed his head, he felt a little uncomfortable, not physically, but mentally.

【honor……】

【duel……】

The voice seemed to get the hang of it, and it began to whisper things that Carmen couldn't deny.

[Overlord] with a gloomy face, it lowered its head, listening to the report of the assistant officer: the deployment of vanguards, fighter planes, artillery positions and scientific troops.

But it didn't care at all, its mind and chest were tormented by constant whispers, and it was constantly eager to swing the sharp knife in its hand. For a moment, it couldn't even suppress this desire.

【Swing the knife...】

[Just swing the knife, let the blood flow. 】

For a moment, whether it's the nagging assistant officer next to it, or those fools showing off their pathetic force in front...

Anyone can, it can kill.

It can kill them all, from warriors to slaves, even its own kind... Never mind, raise the butcher's knife and let the blood flow...

No, no, no!
It shouldn't be like this!

[Carmen, my child. 】

A new voice barged in. It was the 【Manipulator】on the distant Battle Moon who realized that there seemed to be something wrong with his proudest work.

[What's wrong with you, your spirit is very unstable, I saw something not very good around your consciousness. 】

[Overlord] squints his eyes.

"No, father, I'm fine."

【Are you sure? 】

"Yes, I'm fine, I've regained control of my body and mind, just like before."

Carmen's tone is hasty, it is very clear that once it really admits the truth, then its adoptive father will definitely take it back to the rear of the war.

What a joke!
[You'd better be fine, my child, I don't have the energy to think carefully about your words right now. 】

The voice of [Warmaster] is exhausted, even for a witchcraft monster like it, controlling so many individuals is still a difficult feat.

[Did you hear the whisper?my child】

[Answer truthfully, don't lie to me. 】

"There was...but not now."

Whispers still ring in Carmen's ears.

【……All right. 】

It heard the sigh.

[Beware of those whispers, my child, that is the scariest thing in the galaxy... The rulers of our race once thought they could reach cooperation and friendship with those gods in the void, but I have seen them in their last form. 】

[If you feel wrong, come back immediately. 】

[Don't lie to me, don't lie to your father. 】

【My Carmen...】

It still wanted to say something, but its voice was getting weaker and weaker. Carmen just stood there, quietly waiting for the sound to disappear completely.

"I see."

It spoke, and continued to listen to the whispers in its ears.

It has learned not to hate them.

【honor……】

【duel……】

【Blood...】

It doesn't hate these words.

"Prepare to attack."

The [Overlord] gave the order, and while its regiments were preparing for the roar of war, the [Overlord] just quietly stroked his left arm: there was a neat row of scars, seven in total.

Every time a battle is great enough to give it satisfaction and joy, it makes a note of it.

It hopes the eighth will come soon.

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[If you count me, there are eight people, and the winning rate will naturally be higher. 】

【Are you sure you don't think about it anymore? 】

Morgan was laughing, the sweat on her forehead and cheeks reflected the crystal light, and her wet hair stuck to her temples and neck, like a shy willow tree.

And the Dark Angel just looked at her without answering.

"Stay here until we come back."

He said, and then walked out, leaving Morgan to look at the anti-psychic devices all over the room: these things together might really make an Alpha class as vulnerable as a mortal.

But they didn't affect Morgan's thoughts at all.

She could feel that Ran Dan's army was rushing like hungry locusts, and what they had to face were [-] defenders stationed in the strong fortress, and eight dark angels who came out of Terra: they Each one of them is more dangerous than the twenty thousand mortals combined.

On the other side, she felt four small, friendly auras. They were trekking extremely hard in the strong wind, and it seemed that it would take some time to arrive.

Morgan nodded his chin, and began to think about whether he should intervene casually to ensure that his favorite characters at present would not be absent from the big drama.

As she was thinking this way, she suddenly felt a strange aura, a scream of extreme danger and tension, constantly reminding her to retreat and give up.

And her instinct was to bark her teeth and growl at something, a roar of fear rather than anger.

She squinted her eyes and looked carefully, but saw a crimson mist in the sea of ​​souls: it had no purpose or thought, as if it was only attracted by the breath of war and destruction lingering on the bridge, from the reality From the gap with nothingness, there was a continuous burst of laughter, like a bull and a big hound, just like the most brutal king laughing loudly because of the blood dripping on the arena.

She could even see the mist slowly approaching herself, circling and showing off around her like a savage snake.

Morgan had a cold face, and she tentatively stretched out a spiritual tentacles that could be cut off at any time, and stretched towards the crimson mist.

then……

Then they bypassed her in disgust.

……

Gan.

(End of this chapter)