Chapter 175 Two accomplices
After a certain war blacksmith accepted without any hindrance that he had inexplicably appeared at a certain point in the past, and happily began to work on his "little surprise" During these "necessary preparations", in another period of time that has passed, the water of the river of time is also flowing slowly over the pile of pebbles formed by each special node.
Ahriman and his twin brothers were walking on the less traveled path at the far end of the Great Pyramid. They had just landed from the airport, carrying helmets, staffs, scimitars, many scrolls, spice bags and new runes. The small trophies swayed with the rhythm of walking on the magnetic locks on their waists, while the Thousand Sons warrior's long black hair was tied back by a ribbon, and the still young Azek narrowed his narrow dark blue eyes. , asked with some concern, "Ormuzd, are you okay?"
The Thousand Sons warrior in question has a typical Achaemen that is almost exactly the same as Azek Ahriman. The only difference between Ned's aristocratic brown skin and noble appearance was that he looked a little pale, and a sickly fatigue that was rarely seen for an Astartes vaguely appeared in his eyebrows.
"I think it's okay, brother." Olmuzd and Azek share the same surname. In fact, they are twins, and both brothers passed the tests and inspections and were selected. The Thousand Sons Legion have also undergone surgical transformation. Now they are both twin brothers and colleagues. Therefore, they are inseparable most of the time, and they are always aware of each other's changes immediately.
"I should just be a little tired after using too much strength..."
"But we shouldn't be tired," Azek looked at his brother with more and more worry. He looked really bad, Thinking of the recent increasing number of flesh-and-blood mutations in the legion and the fewer and fewer companions, Qianzi pursed his lips and said, "Maybe we can go back and take a rest first. See if incense and meditation can make you feel more comfortable. "
"You are right...Azek...maybe..." Ormuzd murmured and swayed, and his power armor servo stabilizer helped him correct his posture. He could barely support himself. Azek's enhanced vision allowed him to see with horror that there was something bulging like a living thing that had just wormed its way under the skin of his brother's cheek and penetrated into his neck "quickly and slowly" back. He looked around in slight panic, hoping that no one would notice anything strange about them.
But how to help his brother return to their residence and then whether to go to the legion pharmacist immediately or let him first...
He hesitated for about a second, then At this moment, Lyman's ears picked up the footsteps of others, and the last thing Azek Ahriman had time to do was to snap the golden visor with eyes, eagle feet, and teardrops onto his brother's head. It covered his increasingly twisted and painful expression.
Just when his hand left Olmuzd, Azek turned around and saw the visitor clearly. His heart sank suddenly. The visitor was also wearing the red and red uniforms of the Fifteenth Legion. With the golden armor, Azek's excellent magic perception could sense that the opponent's surging power was steadily flowing out, and vaguely "trapped" him and Olmuzd within a certain range.
What does this mean? Who is this? Is it some newly established position in the legion? I don't remember anyone in the Legion who has mastered the power of the vast ocean to this extent. Even though it was already such a critical juncture, Azek couldn't help but habitually make a rough assessment of the opponent's power fluctuations and spell skills.
One side of the powerful Uninvited Guest's shoulder armor is painted with the legion's emblem of the Burning Sun, and the other side shows his identity as an officer. The bright blue eyepiece on his helmet silently stared at the Ahriman brothers. For a while, but no action was taken.
A sound of hurried footsteps and the friction of clothes that were obviously untrained in combat was followed by the appearance of a mortal, a thin mortal who was only as high as the chest of the warrior next to him. This newly appeared mortal has a honey-colored face that looks extraordinarily beautiful and full of magic under the hood. He or she has slightly curly black-purple hair hanging down from both sides of the face. The person is standing holding a staff. Standing beside the tall and silent legion think tank, what is this? His mortal servants? Or is it a slave girl that some newly conquered nobles like to give as gifts? Or the mana reserves or ritual sacrifices he raised——?
Azeik Ahriman casually glanced at the exposed fingers of the mortal attendant. He was about to speak and find a reason to move away this comrade who seemed to be very concerned about them, so that Azek could First help your fellow brothers to at least return to their rooms with dignity. But his eyes suddenly froze: his memory has always been very good since he was a child, especially after becoming an Astartes, so he will not admit his mistake. Although he is dozens of sizes too small, the mortal's hand is still the same. The shape and pattern of the ring, as well as the shape and color of the gemstone on the ring, no matter how you look at it, belong to the one they just met - their genetic father Magnus.
Because it is a very special huge flame black opal gemstone. The characteristics of this gemstone determine that it is ever-changing and there will never be an identical second one, so——
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“Look, I’m just saying that Azek Ahriman will definitely be caught by this ridiculously simple trap without any fighting process at all.”
"...Your wisdom and your understanding of you are indeed better than before." The Thousand Sons Supreme Wizard, who successfully relied on his "wisdom" and experience spanning ten thousand years to act as a cover, vaguely complimented.
"Although I didn't understand it, I have reason to think that your words are not respectful to me, Emmenut." Uthelma Atla wiped the gem on her ring, which now showed the same appearance as The colors were completely different just now. The colored part of Opal changed from golden red to pink, purple, blue and dark colors, and it was changing all the time. "Azek Ahriman always noticed too many things at the same time, And he is completely unwilling to abandon anything, so that it is difficult for him not to be attracted by some details that others will not notice, and to be trapped in them. "
The two accomplices next turned their attention. He threw himself at the other person present, who was horrified but could no longer control himself and almost fell to the ground.
"Stop testing your legion communication channels one by one, Olmuzd," the psychic consultant sighed and walked over, "It is impossible to connect now within the scope of our magic circle, even if No matter how loud you scream on all channels, this is the case.”
The desperate Thousand Sons warrior reluctantly reached for the scimitar at his waist, but the seemingly slender and beautiful fingers of a mortal grasped it out of thin air. , the solid ceramic steel on his body was torn apart as easily as a thin silk garment, and the squirming and twisted chaotic flesh and blood wrapped inside was nakedly exposed to Prospero's gentle sunset.
Emenut stared unblinkingly at the mutated features that had accompanied most of his comrades in the legion to the end of their lives, his expression hidden by the helmet.
"The situation is indeed not optimistic. Let's deal with it a little first and then take him back."
(End of this chapter)