Chapter 1887: Old tactics
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The Death Knell
- Chaos Art Troupe
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- 2021-01-31 01:07:13
"Under the emperor's light, justice is not afraid of any evil. May our achievements shine in his eyes and please his heart."
"We pray that as long as the emperor is pleased, his sage will enable us to live brightly and die well..."
The nun had been praying. Ever since Su Ming took her out of the camp and flew directly here without the sight of the crowd, she was talking about it when she landed.
Su Ming listened to the whispered thoughts behind him, he took a deep breath of the cigarette in his mouth, and then expelled the breath mixed with nicotine far away:
"We are going to cut the trial court, is it a bit...that you pray to the emperor?"
Su Ming simply found a rock by the sea and sat down, looking at the dark ocean under the night, it was moaning in pain.
The nun knew the current situation and she was the prey being targeted. If the problem of the judge who came with the assassin was not resolved, it would be difficult to have enough time to pursue the trace of the enemy.
But is it really right?
It’s so strange to be carried by the death knell for flying. The holy blood angel’s genetic material can fly because people have wings, but the death knell is flying at high speed like a suspension, without psychic response, no technology, making it impossible for people to fly. understanding.
She felt a little confused in her heart, the closer the battleship to the court, the more wandering.
So the nun prayed according to her habit to calm her mood, but the death knell also said that her prayer was useless, which made her almost forget her words, and a few blasphemous jokes popped up in her mind.
She shook her head quickly, threw the chaotic thoughts out of her mind, and said, "I...I just came to negotiate with the judge. See if I can give me some time, it's not here to kill people. ."
Su Ming rolled his eyes, his black and yellow mask deformed and rose from the armor, and his voice became hoarse and gloomy:
"I don't know when you can get what you want. Do you think the Tribunal is willing to give you unlimited time to wait? Even if you want to cooperate with them and tell them the information they see in the black library, they will I suspect that you have reservations, and I'd rather dig out your mind and read for yourself."
"..." The nun lowered her head.
"Okay, your psychic powers seem to know who it is. Looking at your reaction, I guess you probably know the judge who came after it. It’s not easy to deal with acquaintances, right? I will do it for you. It’s fine if she is killed, the one who died tragically."
Su Ming waved his hand generously and helped her solve a series of things about revenge. She will always serve herself and the Sky Council in the future. Even if the humanoid database is not good, at least she can tell a few jokes about the spirit race. ?
In short, this is a fair deal, and no one loses.
The nun struggled for a while, still sighed and acquiesced, she said: "The battleship of the court of justice stopped in a cliff cave by the sea, and escaped the scanning of various forces through the terrain. How do you plan to get in?"
"Space battleships are called battleships in the universe. They are a big iron house on the ground, but they need human protection." Su Ming looked down from the cliff, except for the greenish green The waves are beating against the rocks on the seashore, and nothing can be seen from this angle.
"...The two missing star warriors actually have something to do with you?" The nun suddenly raised her head. There were many processes in the death knell planting the assassin without avoiding her, which made her probably understand Some what.
She is not stupid, but has been on the thief ship.
"It's not me, I don't, don't talk nonsense." The death knell just laughed.
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‘Demons are ever-changing, this must be kept in mind, their disguise must be seen through, and they must be eliminated one by one. But before that, don't believe in anyone, even yourself, to die worthlessly is far better than to live in filth. Dedication to the emperor will be immortal. ’
This is an excerpt from the trial court guidelines, so it is impossible for the nun to hope that the inquisitor who is hunting down will miss the old feelings. Although the inquisitor is a woman, she is not Eiffelal's sister.
The other party's vigilance is still there. Even if the spaceship is docked in the cave, everyone is lurking in the dark, and there are still people who are dedicated to staring at the monitoring equipment inside the warship, very dedicated.
You ask Su Ming how he knows he is very dedicated?
Because he was standing behind this attendant, watching people switch the cameras one by one, staring at the screen with a serious face, and seeing some disturbances from time to time, he would pick up the intercom and notify the patrol soldiers outside to respond. The direction of the probe.
But their vigilance is also expected in the death knell. After all, no matter who enters such a world where all races are fighting, they will be vigilant.
So he used the old method.
Although the times have changed and technology has improved a lot, some tactics have been very useful since ancient times.
Su Ming just threw a small stone of about 500 kilograms to the top of the dark cliff in the distance, causing a little movement. Their defensive circle was exposed after the patrol team left, allowing him to easily hold the nun and open it. The door of his cargo warehouse got into the warship, and even with the help of the nun, he smoothly'sneaked' into the bridge.
Well, a dagger-class frigate that has been refitted by the court for concealment operations, apart from the inquisitor and its attendants, the priests who are responsible for mechanical maintenance cannot leave the engine room.
All the people encountered on the road are killed and they sneak in perfectly.
There were few people in the bridge. They were silently torn off their necks by the death knell before they even made a sound, leaving only the last dedicated servant. Through him, Su Ming was switching the lens of the sensor to record the blind spot of vision.
You may be able to learn from experience in the future when you encounter a spacecraft of the same level.
The inquisitor and her combat team were not on the ship, and they didn't know what they were doing. Then they were idle now. Su Ming planned to look at the poor overtime dog while waiting for the enemy to return.
The servants of the judges are often divided into two categories. One is the rebels, who follow them on the battlefield. The other category is servant workers, who are mainly responsible for driving a spaceship, repairing weapons, and doing logistics work such as communications.
This is not the kind of work of 996 Xiufubao~EbookFREE.me~ Working for the trial court is 007, there is no rest time at all.
Not to mention the retirement benefits, even such a servant, after death, will be taken off his head and transformed into a servo skull to continue to serve the emperor's sword.
As for why they can live such a life? Don't ask, ask is loyal.
"Everyone prepares, the adults are back." The servant switched the screen, which revealed a group of people drilling out of a cave. He did not look back, but directly informed the other personnel on duty on the bridge.
Of course, if the headless bodies sitting in the chairs behind him could answer him, they might let him warn the judge not to come back.
"Oh, thank you for helping me recognize people. This time, you won't be mistaken for your goals. You can rest."
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind him. Before he could react, a golden sword emerged from his chest, cutting off the trachea, heart, and spine precisely.
Then the blade slid gently to one side, and the pain was gone from the servant.