Chapter 257 Nostramo
It was another rainy night. Curze thought. It's also raining in Nostramo.
He lowered his head.
On the waterlogged road, under the dim light of the street lights, he stepped in the middle of the puddle with his spiked armored boots. Circles of ripples rippled from the soles of the boots and spread to the edge of the puddle.
More transparent raindrops fell and hit the puddles, causing circular ripples of different sizes to intersect with each other.
The night wind blew, and half a piece of waste paper floated toward Coze's gauntlet, which was covered by a black cloak. He caught the waste paper and sniffed the surface of the paper. The unique smell of smoke, ink, grease and benzene series.
It is different from the bloody rain that fell in Comoros at the end, very different.
There was a hiss in the rain and a soft plop in the puddle. The robot Perturabo also covered his body with a black robe and approached him.
The rainwater fell along the tarpaulin and hit the surface of the metal transmission chain on the sole of his foot. Snap.
The electricity hissed softly, the machinery operated quietly, and Perturabo's neck turned. Before he spoke, Curz motioned for him to take a step back.
Five seconds later, the hum of the engine grew closer and closer. The blazing white car lights flashed a cross of white light. A dark vehicle sped towards the end of the empty street, stirring up a pool of water; the farthest droplets splashed back to the ground an inch in front of Perturabo.
After a sharp scream, the vehicle stopped suddenly next to a few people.
A waiter wearing a black top hat got out of the back row of the vehicle, hunched his neck, and rainwater fell from the brim of his hat in series, pouring on his shoulders.
"Dear gentlemen, my family..."
Koz nodded. The bare-handed remains that were more than two meters tall behind him immediately stood in front of Xuhou. Two red metal prosthetic hands pulled at the sides of his neck, and pulled down the black hood that covered his face, revealing the face covered with metal tubular iron. The face is firmly covered.
"My lord would like to know, who are you..." The waiter's words changed slightly as he faced the iron cover that was obviously a torture device.
Another gust of night wind blew by, and a corner of the robe covering the remains of the bare hands was lifted, revealing the pale face hanging from her waist.
The embalmed face is fixed and flattened by a number of wire clips, allowing people to get a glimpse of the remnant of the gorgeous appearance that the owner of the face once had.
The waiter's body trembled visibly. With excellent professionalism, he followed his master's order in embarrassment and asked the last half of the sentence: "...Does your body modification technology belong to the Dixon family?"
Koz didn't speak. He stood there, breathing calmly. The huge body, which is more than twice the height of an ordinary person, looks slender and thin under the black robe.
In the silence of the heavy rain, a flash of lightning suddenly illuminated the entire block. Then, muffled thunder rolled across the long street.
The thunder gradually died down. The clicking footsteps sounded again. Several people walked towards the next street light, facing the night wind that rolled up their black robes, step by step.
Bang.
The waiter fell backward onto the surface of the dark vehicle, then slid down and fell into a puddle brought by the heavy rain, unable to sit down.
The rain continues to fall.
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"I didn't do anything while you watched," said Conrad Coates, "just my little remains killed the waiter's owner. Going to hide from the rain?"< br>
“Like throwing a pair of iron scissors smoothly?” Perturabo said, looking up at the ancient building with rusty iron bars and even the door sign missing.
Koz raised one side of his mouth, showing a cheerful smile.
He was familiar with the road, and with a light kick, he knocked down the entire rusty iron door to the ground.
Then, he took his brother, his remains servant Lilia Ander, and Morse who was shaking his tarp cloak, stepped on the iron gate, walked through the concrete path in the middle of the muddy courtyard, and walked in Inside the abandoned building, sit down on a few benches on the side of the hall.
Specifically, Curze and Perturabo each occupied an entire bench. During this process, the remains servant quickly took out a handkerchief and took the initiative to wipe the surface of the bench clean for Coze.
Perturabo accidentally used the weight of his iron frame to break the first bench that was completely gnawed by time. He changed to the second one and sat down carefully.
The remains servant sat awkwardly on half of the bench, with nowhere to place the large number of modified prosthetics on her back.
Morse still insists on using physical methods to shake off the acidic rainwater on his waterproof cloak.
"Okay, Conrad. What is the Dixon family?"
Perturabo continued, taking off the tarp from his body and looking around, but couldn't find a place that didn't collect dust. Putting the cloak on, he had no choice but to put the cloth back on himself.
“I don’t know.”
Koz said softly, even without amplifying the volume, the words still echoed in the empty hall; the heavy rain outside made the interior look smaller than it originally was. The space is even more cramped.
“I’m not curious either. The families of Nostramo are all very similar, and there are only two things that distinguish them.”
"Strength?" Perturabo guessed, his electronic eyes and the charging device on his chest glowed faintly green in the darkness.
"That's the first thing."
"How old is the family?" Morse said.
"That's...that's not the second thing. What I want to say is the last name."
Morse let out a low laugh. Coates answered the second call. In desperation, Perturabo also used his mechanically synthesized voice to fill in the third voice.
Kurtz raised his left hand back, touched twice, and found a button.
Many light bulbs on the ceiling of the hall struggled to flash for two seconds.
Finally, a lamp located just above the heads of several people stubbornly insisted on lighting up. In the darkness, from the top to the ground below, it illuminated a bright, light yellow area that looked like a cone when viewed from the side.
"You guys..." Curze stared at his fingers with dark blue thin armor and the hooked barbs on the armored wrists, as if he was talking to his own hands. "What do you think of Nostramo?"
"The public security has completely defeated Comoros." Morse said, "On the long road of the development of Nostramo into a well-known civilized city in the universe, Nostramo Rameau is the first heavyweight opponent it needs to defeat.”
"Oh, no," Curze muttered, "I mean what I asked."
"It needs a complete overhaul." Perturabo replied, tapping his mechanical face to let The acid rain dripping into the gap in the machine's eye sockets flowed out from under the chin, "I simply can't imagine what will happen if you fall into Nostramo. Unless there is some special and unexpected encounter..." He shook his head.
"A bat eating rats from the top of a sewer?" Cozz pulled down his hood, exposing his pale skin to the pale yellow light.
In a single light source, only the brow bone, cheekbones, the area outlined by the bridge of the nose, and a hint of the outline of his jaw were illuminated on his deeply contoured face.
"A person who is obsessed with prophecies? No, I have no intention of accusing you." Perturabo said, a person who had not thought of him for decades suddenly flashed through his mind.
The Mad Prince of Olympia. He suddenly thought of him, and felt a little empty in his heart.
"Who knows, my brother." said Curze, "but don't blame my prophecy too much. It has brought us an empty building suitable for shelter from the rain."
"It's true." Morse knocked on the wall, and the dust fell to the ground along with a piece of the wall. Within the wall, some rustling sounds quickly receded. "Even though the pipes here are full of rats' nests."
Kuzz jumped up from the bench, stared angrily at the wall behind him, and then pulled out the nails from the bench that were nailed to the ground. Get up, move your hands away from the wall, and sit down again.
"Hmm...did you predict that sitting in the middle of the light would make you look like a prisoner being interrogated?" Morse asked, holding his chin.
"Oh, Morse." Perturabo pressed the sides of his nose, and habitually smoothed his eyebrows that would theoretically frown.
Koz grinned. He probably just couldn't learn how to smile like a normal person, instead of some kind of skin-flaying maniac suffering from pathological mental illness.
"It's okay, it's funny." Curze said without hesitation, "I appreciate jokes...when we get away from the Eldar story style."
His eyes moved away Towards the foyer, where they had just entered.
The heavy rain outside is falling more violently, and acidic raindrops containing a variety of industrial compounds are mercilessly eroding this dark land. Behind the rain curtain, the overlapping buildings towered into the depths of the clouds, filling up all the visually breathable parts. It was like the entire world was blocked in a solid city by this heavy rain.
"Comorragh is in turmoil," Morse said, looking outside as Cozzi looked outside. "During this special period when the Eldar are experiencing transitions and great changes, if you are not careful, Youdu will be turned upside down. . But Nostramo..."
"Her night has never changed in twenty years," Cozi said coldly, "The same bloody vendetta, the same crushing power, the same scene. I watched the play with just changing actors for twenty years... all of it seemed to be fixed in an existing destiny process."
He still stood up from his bench, He walked to the edge of the circular aperture and approached the door where the heavy rain continued. The waterproof cloak behind him tipped over the chair.
“Here, the entire society has been frozen for hundreds of years... or even millennia. The fate of Nostramo has been artificially fixed for so long in the thousands of years of social operation that people have It seems that their fate is woven by this silent eternal night and is finalized at the moment they are born into this night. No matter what, it seems that all resistance will fall into the same fate of decline."
"Destiny, mission, lifeline. These words have been too vague since their birth, causing people to dispute their definitions every day, just like discussing whether resisting fate is also included in fate has any meaning." Morse snorted. He said, "Well, if this continues, the word 'meaning' should be stuffed into the trash can of 'this bunch of things need to be defined'."
"Ahem, in short, Coz, you are now What do you want to do?" Perturabo interrupted the debate that people usually have when they become too idle on a rainy day.
If he were decades younger, he would still be happy to participate in fierce verbal debates; his quick thinking makes him an excellent player in all kinds of debates, especially rapid verbal exchanges. Invincible.
But now, he thinks it is better to use this time to develop two new anti-aircraft guns, or design a new automatic dispatching system for dual-use aerial spacecraft, both military and civilian.
Koz crossed his fingers, moved his wrists, then spread his arms and tilted his head back to make his neck more flexible.
"Wait here until the rain subsides," he said. "That will be in twenty minutes, maybe. Then we'll go to dinner."
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When Konrad Coates said When he goes to eat, all he really wants to say is go eat.
It’s just that in this dark world that doesn’t distinguish between day and night, after the heavy rain gradually subsided, there were still two Terra hours before the meal time.
So before eating, Konrad Coze diligently became a local tour guide of Nostramo - even though it was his first time here in his life, he led three creatures everywhere within the planet. Hang out.
"Here," he said enthusiastically, raising his hand and pointing to the gray ancient city in front of him, "the birthplace of Talos Valcolan and Charles. Talos will be an interesting pharmacist. He is really He believed that fear was the origin of justice, and he also had the gift of prophecy. He said, 'I will let the cry of the empire reach the sacred Terra, and these cries of pain will cause the decay on the golden throne. ...'"
Perturabo looked at Curze in shock: "What did he say?"
"I thought you had known that Konrad's legions complained about the Emperor. "Serious."
"Pseudo-Emperor," Perturabo said quickly, as if the word burned his teeth, "I understand."
He thought for a moment and added. Previous sentence: "It seems that the Emperor failed to handle the conflicts in the Legion."
"Don't excuse my future legions," Curze said playfully, "I know what they are."
They returned to the vehicle, literally, on top of the vehicle - the remains of Lilia Ender reluctantly sat in the driver's seat inside the vehicle and pulled down the joystick; Morse sat next to the remains and fell asleep; the two overly tall Primarchs sat on the top of the vehicle, letting the drizzle catch them. The night wind slapped on their backs.
"Next, let me think about it..." Cozz's gauntlet slapped his leg, "Shen! Yes, let's go see where that little guy who smelled like an Ultramarine was born. ."
He laughed cheerfully and typed a series of codes rhythmically on the top of the vehicle. Lilia Ander turned the lever, and the vehicle turned onto a fork in the road.
"Have you invented a new set of language codes for these aphasic people?" asked Perturabo.
"No, I didn't cut out their tongues." Coz said, "They don't want to speak. It's not my problem. In addition, I did make a new code-oh, the twins across the river. The tower is one of the many prisons in Nostramo, and there are a lot of innocent people in it. After all, there are a lot of innocent people in Comoros now."
He snorted and let the night wind roll up his cloak, extending from both sides of his body toward the darkness ahead.
A few minutes later, he suddenly shook his head, "You guys continue shopping, I'll get a dinner and come back."
Then, Konrad Coates jumped down lightly. The vehicle traveling at high speed, dressed in black robes, melted into the night in an instant.
Morse opened the top window of the vehicle, stuck his head out, and looked at Coze's disappearing figure.
Not long after, there was an explosion, and the manor burst into flames in the wind and rain. Sparks shot up into the sky like thunder, illuminating half of the city in an instant.
Conrad Coates jumped all the way on the roof of the building, caught up with the vehicle, landed lightly back on the top of the vehicle, and sat down. The black robe unfolded beside him and hung down in large areas along the edge of the vehicle.
He hummed a tune happily, opened a waterproof bag, took out several plates of exquisite delicacies without any spillage inside, and even two antique candlesticks used to decorate the dining table, and placed them on the surface one after another.
“I got it before they used the knives and forks,” Coz’s voice rose at the end of his words. “It’s not contaminated, it’s very clean.”
“This is... which family do you come from? "Brought to the table?" asked Perturabo.
"Skolywok," Curze said, "don't worry, they will never come back to recover this dinner."
(End of Chapter)