Chapter 538

"You still have the last chance. If you miss it, you'll never have it again."

Standing in front of the palace gate.

Saint Gilles once again heard the voice from sub space.

And his choice remains the same.

Didn't give the other party any answers.

Because it's useless to say more.

Beside him, Roga Dorn, the genetic mother of the imperial fist corps, was standing there with a weapon. Even the strong bombing overhead did not interfere with him.

The calm and waveless eyes were like a deep pool, which made people unable to see his thoughts.

At this time, feeling St. Gilles's gaze, Roga Dorn just nodded casually and said, "may we win."

There was no hurry or hesitation, just like the hardest rock.

Listening to his words, St. Gilles smiled and added, "naturally, the emperor protects us."

With that, he put his eyes back to the distant sky.

There, continuous airdrop pods fell rapidly from space like raindrops, carrying a rebel Star Warrior.

It is precisely because of them that fierce exchanges of fire and fighting are taking place in various air defense positions of Tara.

Insurgents have been killed and loyalists have been killed.

Listening to the endless roar of gunfire, cutting and crying on the whole planet, Saint Gilles closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and his firmness in his eyes became stronger.

"Although the current human Empire has many defects and deficiencies, compared with most of the time, the general environment is at least acceptable..."

As a genetic protoplasm with the ability to predict, St. Gilles is very clear about the emperor's views on various genetic protoplasms, and knows that even if the expedition is successfully completed, there will be no good end.

But in his view, in the current chaotic galaxy, sacrifice is an essential condition for the establishment of an empire!

Whether it is voluntary or not, it needs someone to sacrifice and turn into a cornerstone.

Therefore, although he thought that the emperor's concept was a little extreme, he did not betray each other, but chose to face his own ending calmly.

To put it bluntly, even though the emperor has many mistakes, the other party is 100% of those who have a firm human position and are the least likely to betray human beings. They have strong enough leadership and individual ability

At this time, Saint Gilles felt an unusual breath falling from the sky.

Saint Gilles and Roga Dorn, who felt the same breath, immediately looked over.

It was a tall figure with wings on the back and holding a huge sword.

Although there are great changes in appearance.

However, through some left over characteristics in aspect appearance, the two still recognize each other's identity.

Roga Dorn immediately asked with a little anger in his face:

"Angela! Have you fallen here?..."

As a standard anthropologist, he felt that angelan, who had been separated from the human race and transformed into a sub space creature, was a great blasphemy!

After randomly waving his wings and destroying all the shells that came straight at him, angelan calmly and slowly landed on the ground, and asked Roga Dorn suspiciously:

"What's the problem?

Why do you say that in this tone?

I remember you always looked down on me?

So shouldn't my depravity be taken for granted in your eyes? "

In the face of his rhetorical question, Roga dornton looked stiff and angry, but he couldn't find any excuse to refute.

In the past, he really didn't think much of angelan from his bones

Or all the genetic primordia, basically no one will look down on the crazy angelan.

Even the midnight Lord, Conrad Koz, who is hot in the same way and half crazy in spirit, calls himself a man of justice and disdains the murderous opponent.

It can be said that in the team of genetic plasmids, angelan is basically at the downstream of the contempt chain from beginning to end.

Grandpa doesn't hurt, uncle doesn't love.

From emperors to brothers to civilians, few people like him among the trillions of people in the whole human empire.

After disdaining a smile and glancing at Roga Dorn's ugly face, angelan said directly to St. Gilles:

"Saint Gilles, among all the genetic primordia, you occasionally took the initiative to talk to me, so I don't want to kill you. Only you haven't looked down on me. You'd better surrender."

As a good man in the genetic plasma, even Angela will give each other some face.

So, if he could, he wanted to persuade Saint Gilles to surrender rather than do it.

Looking at angelan's crazy look and organized words, Saint Gilles understood that although the other party's body and soul had fallen, his mind had also returned to normal.

Saint Gilles smiled and shook his head at his kindness:

"I'm glad your mind has returned to normal, but I can't agree to your invitation."

"... is that so..."

Facing this unexpected answer, angelan nodded slowly:

"In that case, in order not to let you die in the hands of others, let me kill you."

In this speech, angelan raised his weapon.

But at this time, a tall figure came down from the sky again:

"Anglang, give him to me."

After seeing each other's appearance, Roga Dorn immediately clenched his teeth: "Horus!"

As for St. Gilles, there was a rather complicated look in his eyes.

As early as a few days ago, with the help of his predictive ability, he constantly saw a repeated picture.

He died at the hands of his friend Horus.

Now, seeing each other's appearance, he knew that the time had come.

And what I foresee will soon become a reality

In contrast, Horus looked rather complicated in the face of St. Gilles.

In his heart, Saint Gilles was his best friend, not one of them.

Even when he was campaigning for the commander-in-chief, he felt that the position should belong to St. Gilles, and he just took advantage of the first heaven.

Looking at Horus, Angela didn't want to listen to his request. After all, didn't he want face?

But soon he felt that there was something wrong with the eyes of Horus and St. Gilles.

"Why does this smell like a fool complaining about men and women..."

At the thought of this, angelan's face changed slightly at once.

Finally, after hesitating again and again, he pointed his huge sword to Roga Dorn not far away and said provocatively, "then you can be my opponent!"

In response, Roga Dorn immediately felt insulted.

There's a feeling of being picked.

Not much to say, just fight with angelan!