Chapter 246 Rewarding Loyalty with Death
Seeing that the World Eater's eyes were finally beginning to recognize him, Kellorn smiled and handed him a slender metal test tube.
“Water,” he said succinctly, “maybe a little salty.”
Da’ol took it and drank it down almost gratefully and impatiently.
Indeed, as the Luna Wolf said, these precious liquids are a bit salty and have a metallic smell, so they are obviously recycled.
But it's already good. The air here is full of dust after burning. It will never rain again, and there is no surface water. It's good to moisten the withered throat.
It would be better if there was some medicine that could make his head less painful.
He handed the test tube back to Kellorn, wiped his chapped lips with the back of his hand, said a vague thank you, and watched as the other party stuffed the test tube back into a part of his thigh. The position is re-stuck.
"Are you confused again? Dae'ol, it looks like you bit your nails very hard this time."
The soldier next to him who was wiping his helmet and eyepieces used his He said with a smile in an aristocratic tone, as if this dilapidated little refuge with nothing was the splendid salon of a noble lady. It would be hard to believe that a warrior as polished as Pirames, who spoke so polishedly, would use the crudest roars to cheer up his deft battle sweeps.
But the fact is that he does, and now Pirames of the Third Legion is sitting on a huge concrete block that fell from the shattered ceiling, his luxurious gold-embroidered cloak well rolled up in his armbands, even so Despite the rough environment, he could still cross his legs as gracefully as some mythical creature.
The swordsman and gunner exhaled while carefully and tirelessly polishing his already mottled golden helmet and royal purple power armor. His chest still shone brightly with the Sky Eagle, the Third Legion. The emblem was proudly worn by him in a conspicuous place as always.
Contrary to the former Son of Horus who tried his best to remove traces of the old Legion from his body, the Emperor's Son still diligently maintained his Legion crest, although the dust everywhere stained his beautiful white hair. Zhang, "Let those ridiculous traitors obliterate the emblem of the Third Legion. I am, I still am, and I will always be the glorious Son of the Emperor." He once explained so seriously.
"Persevere, just hold on a little longer, brothers. Believe me." Pirames, the Emperor's Son, encouraged the others confidently as always, "Believe in me, just as you believe in us. The Primarch, my genetic father, the great Fulgrim. He is currently meeting with the Lord of the Tenth Legion. Their relationship is very good. He must not know what is happening here in the Isstvan system, etc. When he comes back, he will find that everything is wrong, as well as the witchcraft on Lord Commander Edolon. He will definitely be able to remove it! The noble Purple Court Phoenix, the Shining One, will definitely be able to work with Lord Ferus to bring order to things. , Bringing back the beautiful character of Lord Horus and other His Highnesses together with himself, His Highness Fulgrim can definitely do it. If anyone can do this, it must be him."
The other three. All the warriors, including the Death Guard who had been silently trying to piece together the broken idol he had found from the ruins, all booed.
The last to join them, the elite sniper, had spent the past few weeks trying to use whatever he could find to create adhesive to piece together the nameless god in his hands.
After fighting countless guerrilla wars on Istvan III, with fewer and fewer people fighting, equipment and supplies getting worse and worse, and being soaked in death for more than ten weeks, they were tired of continuing to listen to eternity. The Third Legion was just days away from arriving and the perfection of its leader.
"In my opinion, this is a test." The Death Guard mumbled slowly from his throat. It was unclear whether he was talking to himself or to the Emperor's Children's speech. Making comments, he always did, stoically, silently and slowly. "You see...he is testing all of us..."
"To be honest, I think Gormu may have collapsed or is about to collapse." The Luna Wolf said in a way that he was reserved for the person being talked about. The polite bass whispered to the World Eater.
"Will the Death Guard collapse?" D'A'or felt as if Kellorn said a strange sentence that he couldn't understand, "They are the Death Guard, they will not collapse."< br>
Kellorn whispered like a whisper, "Everyone will face it sooner or later. Death or collapse, it depends on which one comes first."
The Emperor's Son on the side, out of the nature of his blood, The Death Guard's words were answered equally politely.
"Who is testing? What test? Brother."
"The Pale King...for some reason we cannot know...he is testing our tenacity, testing how we can To endure and live through suffering..." "But we are not the Death Guard, brother," Pirames told him as gently as he could.
Gormu just shook his head gloomily and continued to try to piece together the broken statue in his palm. "This is his test for us..."
As the World Eater listened, his mind began to be urged again. His body curled up as much as the armor allowed, and his arms almost touched his knees. Bending, muscles twitching, face distorted.
More blood began to gush out from deep inside his skull. His nostrils, ears, mouth, and eyes felt hot, itchy, and painful. Things lurking in his scalp and under his skull were biting him. , urging him on, devouring him.
"Brother? Are you okay? Are you okay?" Kellorn grabbed his hand that was trying to scratch his head desperately, and the World Eater threw his hand away angrily.
"You are from the 16th Legion...you are not my brother!" He bit his back molars, and the taste of blood became stronger and stronger.
"Okay, okay, but you are already my brother." The Luna Wolf warrior coaxed soothingly, pulling away his hand that started to scratch his face, and then letting go of his arm.
"You are my brother too." The Emperor's Son said with a gentle nod.
They turned to look at the death guards who were mumbling in a daze. As expected, Gormu said nothing.
The World Eater shook his head, and the nails were telling him something. The nails made him twist himself, expressing restraint into a posture that looked extremely painful from the outside.
"This..." His Adam's apple rolled up and down.
"I...think this is our reward," he finally said.
"Reward? Why do you call it a reward?"
The World Eater grinned at Kellorn, which was almost a gap composed of teeth, gums and blood.
His facial muscles were twitching and twitching, and his smile was twisted and painful, stained a deep clotted blood color by the acid and blood of the genetically modified salivary glands.
Da'ol thought of his mentors and comrades who died on the day Angron came.
The living people are burdened with more despair.
"'He' rewards our loyalty with death."
Suddenly a bolt shot through the darkness, exploding on the rocks beside him, and then they heard the sentry's warning. It stopped abruptly with the splashing of some kind of liquid.
They were discovered.
The World Eaters' saturation rampage against the Loyalists begins.
(End of this chapter)