Chapter 268 He is a Dog
In the suite belonging to the Emperor's Children, the conversation between the ghosts of the past continued, but Nikony Sharokin no longer had the intention to listen.
——These confusingly blind and confident warriors from several identified traitor legions are completely unaware that there is something wrong with themselves.
Before talking about the corrupted Twelfth Legion and evaluating the abnormal-looking Iron Warrior, did they notice that they were wearing a full set of Terminator power armor, but they were incredibly soft and relaxed? Sitting on the sofa in the room, or leaning on the mini bar in the room, sipping wine that even ordinary Astartes would not get drunk?
The last time Sharokin saw a warrior wearing similar armor being able to soften and relax himself to such an extent in a place with a height difference, it was this unfortunate man who suffered from the crushing of the limbs inside the armor. When the bones break and become like a pocket of flesh and viscera.
And it was very obvious that the son of Horus named Gavir Loken finally fell into drunkenness. The smell of pheromone on this member of the XVI Legion and the unmistakable texture of his face suggest that he was intoxicated by these delicious fermented grape juices - Sharokin admits that he lingers in some shadows He carefully inspected them at the time, and they smelled good. There was a little taste of sugar, fruit, alcohol and other flavoring substances, but that was it. Based on naked eye observation, he did not dare to risk the chaos pollution caused by further tasting. .
It is impossible for any Space Marine who has undergone transformation surgery to get drunk from those expensive but not very strong Quartis wines, not to mention that this guy only drank a few glasses.
After many observations and thoughts, Sharokin speculated that it might be because Gavel Loken needed the concept that "it is normal to ignore or forget something when he is drunk", so he succeeded The earth is "drunk" here.
——So what is the difference between you, who have actually begun to serve the new master, and those Plague Guards and Fallen Legions...? Perhaps he hasn't etched the mark onto his shoulder armor yet?
The Raven Guard was thinking as he quietly moved himself in the shadows. Although he was not wearing armor - he tried to touch the armory here to have a look, and then his natural acumen and intuition saved him. Kill him - the sensitivity and intensity of the automatic guard fire are not suitable for any further attempts.
Although in any place controlled by any traitor legion, Sharokin is confident that he can get some useful equipment from the poor environment and management of the rebels and Chaos, and then turn the situation to his advantage, but in this place Obviously not.
On this flagship, first of all, it is too tidy. The managers here seem to have a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder of neatness control. They must make everything clean, horizontally and vertically, and all irregularities. Things were stored and hung up, and there was no dead space on the ground or top at all. It lacked the piles of equipment that were common on Imperial ships and more common in chaotic environments. With a lot of extra piles, this initially gave him a lot of movement. The troubles, thankfully, improved greatly after he discovered that they had even wrapped the top pipe lines with facades - he could easily drill through the gaps between the pipes above their heads - but the armory was still Don't go near it. As long as you get close to that place, the instinct that has saved him many times will warn him loudly.
Secondly, there are very few living people on this ship compared to the size of the ship itself. Although it is good for setting up an ambush to ambush the lone person, on the other hand, the iron ring installed at the entrance of this place Mechs - so many that Sarrokin wonders if the traitors to the Mechanicus have mastered a method to mass-produce them on a large scale and at low cost.
And for some reason, these mechs have the ability to scan faces wearing helmets for identity verification. This first makes the plan of "capturing a set of power armor in order to blend into the field team and leave here" risky. It suddenly became too big to bear, so now except for his own hair (who can tell him why his hair has become so long and keeps cutting?), the only thing that can cover his body is some ordinary cloth, from his first The room where I first woke up.
Subsequently, Sharokin had no clue as to how he arrived here and who awakened him. It was this strange beginning that made him act extremely cautiously in the first period of time. It takes some time to slowly reflect and recollect more details about himself, about the Legion, about his comrades and their great battles and sacrifices - just think of what he kept going through during the Sisyphus and the escape from Luna As he bids farewell to those who lived and died together, a rare sadness will surge into his heart. He will not regret their deaths, but he will make their deaths more valuable rather than meaningless—— They were all trying to cover his escape from Luna with the samples.
Sha Luojin remembers very clearly the stack of original blood, the most important thing, and the name of his last sleep place that he saw before he fell into a serious injury and fell asleep because of his suspended animation (su-san) meninges. SangprimusPortum. But he woke up now, and there was no doubt that he was no longer in the solar system, nor was he in the abandoned space port.
He was on a Chaos Glory Queen soaring through the stars, empty-handed and naked, rising from the floor of what looked like a high-ranking officer's private chamber. .
Why is he there? What happened before? He didn't want to think about the things behind it and the details, because it would not be of any benefit to the moment. Everything could wait until he left here and went to a safe place.
Sharokin still remembers that his first impression when he woke up was that the room seemed to have been attacked by some invisible storm. Damaged equipment and furniture were everywhere, and it was a mess, and the original occupants of the room were gone. No trace. What made him immediately decide to hide himself was what he saw at second sight: the emblem of the Betrayer, the Third Legion, and the Emperor's Children hung majestically above the room's decorative fireplace.
Ominous mechanical footsteps sounded outside the door.
Before he could react, Nikon Sharokin found that he had naturally melted into the shadows.
For a long time after escaping from the room, he was in a state between sleeping and waking. Due to the lack of power armor monitoring and life support system, he could not well judge his current situation. What exactly caused his condition? He could only recover some energy for action through pure sleep in the shadows. Although the shadows nourished him to a certain extent, for a space warrior without the help of power armor, he would need a lot of energy. It was not enough in terms of energy, which turned his already thin muscles into a thin layer of pale, almost transparent skin stretched tightly on his broad, genetically modified bones.
But the more time he spent observing all the people and activities here, the less he dared to try any of the manufactured foods here, even though they looked really, really, tempting.
And the Sons of Chaos here seem to be accustomed to holding a grand sacrificial ceremony to some evil god before eating, and then starting to enjoy their food.
He would only accidentally and at least get some "food" that he could see growing all the time, and for the necessary fresh water, he would go to the lower deck to try to find some. Everything here was too weird, and every time When he thinks that weird things have reached a limit, weird new events will happen that break his imagination and reshape his cognition.
The first and weirdest thing that made him think that he might fall into a place ruled by a demon king that may not be in the real universe was: the betrayer's accomplice, Terra One of the rebel leaders, the Primarch of the Iron Warriors, the Fourth Primarch, Perturabo, is now a furry, black and white dog that can talk and think.
Compared with this, the Seventh Primarch who became the servitor slave of the Chaos Iron King and the well-educated King of Nuceria who reminded him of a kind version of the Warmaster were not that great. It’s hard to accept.
(End of this chapter)