Chapter 181 Messenger
The captain and crew of the Terra Glory were convinced by the end of their journey that the creature worthy of sitting on the shoulders of the Emperor's noble son was indeed extraordinary and divine. of.
Word of mouth has begun to spread among the crew. This black and white plush mysterious guest must be a savior sent by the Emperor. This proud and beautiful creature must have captured the imagination of the people in the Emperor's magnificence. In the majestic, sacred and great palace, next to the throne, there is a gold silk cushion that is exclusive to him.
One of the things that puts all doubts to rest is the miraculous ability of this miraculous creature to navigate the dangerous, dark sea of stars.
When the black-and-white dog was on the leash for the first ten seconds (he was even connected only by an external device rather than a biological device), their doubtful navigator was still screaming in protest and cursing. They actually let a creature that is not even humanoid take on the important responsibility that has been performed by the pure-blood Navigator family for thousands of years. They are putting all personnel, especially the noble Primarch, in unpredictable dangers. It is a kind of An act of depravity that cannot be forgiven.
Of course, the strong will of the lion himself actually played the main and possibly the only role in implementing the action of letting the dog navigate for them.
When the first ten seconds passed, the ship's engines began to start.
The accompanying Mechanic-Priests reported with an intensity of emotion and excitement that you would rarely hear from a believer in Ohm Messiah, that they had observed the engine room being connected to the Master Meditator. The machine soul has never been so happy.
The operation of this old ship began to become suddenly smoother, as if there were invisible hands that unquestionably and accurately "untied" all the problems that had been bugged, knotted or injured one by one. Code and data flow, all parts of the system began to actively self-check and began to report to the main processing system in an orderly manner, and many new and unprecedented work tasks were assigned one by one in a fascinating, smooth and efficient manner. Every machine soul and every believer in Ohm Messiah was clearly and completely told what he was going to do and what step he should take after what situation occurred using extremely concise and beautiful programming language.
Ninety-nine ten seconds after the black and white Miracle Plush Apostle took over all systems of this light cruiser, her subspace engine had been running to its full power optimal state, and Geller's stance was fully opened .
Every part of the Terra Glory now works together harmoniously, and every screw has been restored to its proper position. Like a dolphin in the ancient Terra ocean, she jumped into the subspace gracefully and dexterously.
There are no too many nauseating dizziness, no phantoms that make people want to scream, and the strange and sinister creatures trying to break through Geller's position and eat everyone on the ship seem to turn a blind eye to them - only the message of the deep transformation The ocean currents formed with energy still held up the cruiser powerfully, but the raging and violent subspace energy flow seemed to have turned into a wave that could be easily borrowed. Although they closed the visible windows of the portholes, everyone understood something clearly. : They are safely riding a high-speed current heading towards their destination. The dangerous journey to the highest heaven is turned into a visual data table under the flesh pad of the black and white dog.
Ancient Techmarine Ectoril whispered a prayer in his Martian red power armor.
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The Terra Glory met up with Zabriel and his party who had also received the distress signal and hurried back over Camas. There was no doubt that , Zabriel found three fallen angel veterans for the Lion King just as Perturabo predicted. And when the lion looked down with a heavy heart at the tragic scene where the dark green jungle of Camas was attacked by his fallen heirs and even the ground was set on fire, he would naturally think of Caliban.
Caliban, the planet that hosted many truly important moments in the Lion's life, was burning like this to welcome her destruction in her last moments?
After scanning the surface of Camas, Leon had to admit that even though he had fallen into Chaos, Serafax, the leader of the Ten Thousand Eyes war gang and his heir, was indeed here. The methods are still the same as those carried out by the Legion during the Great Crusade. For a Chaos warband, it is completely orderly and efficient: beheading important cities and strongholds, executing all leaders, spreading fuel on the ground, and finally igniting everything that can It was ignited, and even left some victims who were still crying, so that those who came later would be tortured by their eyes, feel self-blame, pressure and self-doubt after witnessing what happened.
"This heir of yours, well, there is something. It seems that he has not lost his profound grasp of certain ways of domination and conquest even when he has fallen. The average Chaos warband kid can't do that. He is a natural leader, but not enough." The black and white dog nestled between his nape and shoulder armor commented, Ectoril eagerly absorbed the lion's approval. After receiving the teachings of the legendary creature who called himself "Kaidomo", he quickly repaired the power armor for his genetic father. Even the ones of his brothers that had been lost and had not been able to get better repairs and repairs. The replaced bionic prosthetics and equipment also benefited from it, and the technical sergeant's happiness increased day by day, and even the lion could clearly feel it.
"So what? Do you want to plead for him and take him under your command to fight?" The lion's voice was majestic and gloomy, and the mortal technical officers on the bridge subconsciously shrank their necks: The feeling of a dangerous jungle beast lurking out and looking out makes human beings' instincts tremble with fear.
"I don't need soldiers like him under my command, Leon," the black and white dog said leisurely, "not even Lamizane, and this universe provides me with a better way to deal with people like him. Method: Armed training servitor.”
Even though his heart was still heavy, Leon still felt comforted. Apparently others felt the same, at least Zabreel was extremely depressed after seeing the tragic situation of Kamath. The gloomy expression softened slightly.
The Lion landed under the guidance of his brother. Of course, without Perturabo pointing it out, Leon could also see traces of some special messages: the messages of the descendants of Sanguinius who once guarded this place. The site of the stronghold, Red Moon Castle, was deliberately preserved.
When the landing ship landed, the Lion was pleased to see that his current only twenty-one descendants had not forgotten their fighting regulations due to hundreds of thousands of years of separation and wandering, and had the original body. With the legendary creatures present to protect them, the Dark Angel veterans still formed a complete queue on their own and maintained due vigilance to the surrounding environment: reconnaissance, escort, backbone, left and right wings, rear cutoff and heavy weapons teams, everyone They all immediately found their place in the Lions' new organization.
In front of the gate of the ruins of Red Moon Castle, the Lion met a messenger who was left specifically for him.
This allowed the Lion to see with his own eyes for the first time, ten thousand years later, how blasphemous the existences in this galaxy that he originally did not pay attention to could turn an Astartes into.
(End of this chapter)