Chapter 235: Standing before Mortals and Destiny
With the snap of magnetism and sealing clasps, Angron Petra buckled on his helmet, and his blue eyepieces lit up , the constantly changing data around him began to be listed in his visual field - fortunately, it was not lost during that strange, long and short hike.
He moved his hands again and checked the power of the weapon. The scarlet woolen and gold-woven cloak of the original body remained on the sea before they descended to the bottom of the sea, but the blizzard did not affect him. What impact.
The brilliant power armor that had just been debugged by his brother personally provided him with sufficient temperature and power. Its beautifully cast surface was now covered with thin layers of frost and snowflakes, turning it into a vague grayish white color. , the right amount of frost will not affect his activities, but in this weather and environment, as long as he does not move violently, it will be a good temporary disguise.
The King of Nuceria learned many, many things from his adoptive father and teacher, including the ambition of a lion, the pride of an eagle, the cunning of a wolf, the wisdom of survival, the courage and courage of a warrior. A kind love that is as stoic as the earth, but certainly does not include some unnecessary vanity.
The current situation of walking alone in the uninhabited mountains reminded him of a certain wilderness hike he had taken with his teacher. He did learn a lot during that trip and hunt, but now was not a good time to remember.
He looked up at the sky. It was still snowing. Lead-gray clouds were stacked thickly above his head. The angle of the stars behind the clouds could not be seen with the naked eye or optical observation, but the enhanced visual band of the helmet could. .
He identified the position of the stars, then chose a direction and walked away. The snow and wind in the sky quickly buried the footprints he left.
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“I swear! If I can’t get him back, I will hold all the alien blood in the galaxy responsible for his disappearance.” Luo Tara Salin's image hissed, her anger turned into bloody lightning crackling in all circuits, the Desert Ark let out a deep wail, and the female captain's chest shone with the scarlet mark of the blood oath, "And Iron Heart will turn into a hound looking for him, tearing apart anything that dares to stand in front of us! No matter what it is! No matter where it goes!"
Captain Sklar's gloomy voice also echoed under the dome of the bridge, with a certain boiling enthusiasm, because the commotion began to spread, and many iron-hearted warriors had been recalled to the flagship - the emotions of the mortals where they were also also Affected, the incidence of violence and murder suddenly skyrocketed, and notably the dead were bled and beheaded.
"We wish to acquire Tes Dassadra. My lord."
"He is still in the infirmary." Lamizane replied, rarely seen in the stereoscopic stasis projection. He frowned, and people could see the corners of the green robe beside him and Wuwei's huge figure.
"What do you want him to do? He can't answer any questions now. The psychic shock is too strong. He needs time to recover - in fact, if he hadn't used his last bit of sanity to kill the remaining people and the deep The submersible is trying its best to bring it back to the surface. It will take a long time for us to figure out what happened at that time."
"I don't deny this, your noble Lord," His words were full of emotion. Surrounded by the lingering blood, it was as if he was not soaked in artificial amniotic fluid, but in thick blood.
"But Endred Hal was there, unconscious too, and even worse. Hal was one of the strongest warriors I'd ever seen. He'd never been so mortally wounded in his life— It's as if someone has stabbed him with a sword, and his body is still aging rapidly. Our pharmacist has tried his best. Only Tes Dassadra is the least injured in the entire team."
"Physical injuries." The body of the Lord of the Fourth Legion on the opposite side corrected, "The brain and soul of our war blacksmith are very seriously injured. And do I need to point out that Skator of the Iron Heart, Endred Ha Your power armor is full of Eldar soul stones, and underneath it is most likely an ancient Eldar webway gate. It is logically explainable that he would be attacked invisible there in his power armor. "
He turned his head and looked around again, as if he was communicating with someone next to him, and as if he could observe the current bridge of the Desert Ark, but the sharpest iron-hearted warrior can really I vaguely felt that under the illusive gaze of this noble man, something seemed to be roaring with dissatisfaction and being "stuffed" to its full capacity, temporarily dormant back into the deepest part of the abyss in the hearts of the soldiers.
Then he seemed to hear something, sighed, and slowed down his tone, "Send Endred Hall and the others over, Sklar. Your pharmacist and others can too. Come together."
"The Iron Blood's infirmary can accept him, as well as other wounded warriors. As far as I know, they all have different degrees of physical aging and injury problems, right? At least I have enough stasis here.”——————
Angron Petra walked alone in the snowstorm for a long time.
This towering, snow-filled mountain is not suitable for most creatures to survive, but the power armor can tell him far more than the naked eye.
Lichen on rocks and stone surfaces covered in fresh snow, buds in alpine meadows, deep hibernation burrows dug by rodents and small carnivores, dormant shrubs and pothole traps under the snow - and more There are bloodstains and remnants of battles covered by snow.
He was sure that there had been too many ambush-style battles and a few encounters nearby, but the weapons on both sides seemed completely unequal, with a rather powerful killer among them adding strength to the weaker side. Many achievements, but he is still not enough to balance the fighting power between the two sides. He is not strong enough, far from it.
He followed these traces and searched in circles, groping over little by little. He saw the traces of people fighting for pure killing. Life here became only released for some kind of freedom without a future. The ghost of revenge faintly Floating in the sky above every corpse and blood stain.
There are some things that he doesn't like even more, such as the remnants of the shiny silver mechanically modified tentacles that appear on some corpses. Angron had never seen them before today, but these seemingly harmless inorganic creations actually gave the Twelfth Primarch a burning urge to cut something off from the depths of his mind. .
Angron pursed his lips.
The bitter taste of doom, the known hopeless fate.
He is now standing in front of a cave, and there is the smell of ashes from the fire due to loss of fuel, the smell of sweat from not taking a bath for a long time, the musty smell of dirty fabrics that have not seen the light of day, and the smell of old and new The metallic smell mixed with blood.
The auspicious scan of his helmet told him that there were only fifty-six mortal men and women inside. Most of them had crude primitive weapons in their hands. There were one or two small anti-gravity engines that looked very weird and were still working, but it was nothing. Too much fighting power.
To the Emperor's twelfth noble scion, the Primarch of Ironheart, any skill, courage, passion, or vision these men might possess was but a thought of his.
But.
The Conqueror of Nuceria, the Chosen Lord of Bot, the owner of the Desert Ark and the leader of the Iron Heart Chapter, Angron Pate wearing a full set of Primarch Power Armor pull.
In front of this unsuspecting cave.
Very rarely did he stop.
(End of this chapter)