Chapter 275 AveDominusNox! (Hail! Lord of the Night!)
"Damn it! He won't lose control of his power right here and burst himself?! Pharmacist! Hurry up!"
" His body's metabolism has completely surpassed the normal metabolism of a Space Marine! Our inventory of Astartes-specific anesthetics is already very low - I have told you many times not to casually blow up the opposite ship or destroy it! Settlement! At least wait until you get enough resources before blowing it up! "Tsk! Then tell Talos! It's him who ordered the light spears and whirlwind torpedoes to be fired at those places!"
"...Tsk. Hold him down for me! I want to give him another shot!"
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Talos Volkran exhaled again in his skull helmet with double bat wings, like a dying man exhaling from his lungs. Take your last breath.
His vision was once again filled with the low, soft light red light screen in the helmet that felt comfortable to the black eyes brought by the Night Lord gene.
His second heart began to help the first heart return to normal working levels, and the prophet could gradually feel his body returning to the physical universe.
“Ahem...!”
He opened his mouth and felt that his mouth was dry. An unpleasant strong chemical smell filled the back of his tongue. The symptoms of dehydration in his body were obvious, almost reaching the level of muscle damage. He vaguely remembered this sentence and seemed to be a winner. The gesture was also said to Luwin.
Ah, look, this is really a turn of events.
He grinned silently, but at least he was still in his armor, alive and with all his limbs intact. Instead of being like that unlucky guy who was not only stripped naked and hung up, but also ended up becoming a decoration on the bridge.
The genetically enhanced ears captured the whispers of the crew slaves on the bridge, "He woke up", "He is back", "The prophet is back" and so on.
The realization that he had become the embodiment of some kind of hope and worship in this ship and its small world made him feel a strong and uncomfortable vomiting feeling from the bottom of his stomach. .
Great, it looks like I did experience a predicted epileptic seizure, but how long ago?
Taros suddenly realized that he was tightly tied to the command throne by iron chains. He immediately glanced around sarcastically: the loyal First Talon (Fire Claw: The Night Lord's unique team Classification) The brothers are still there, everyone is staring at him.
The faces of each Night Lord are concealed by their helmets: the ruby-red eyepieces sparkle under the wings of the flying bat on Charr's head; a bright red bloody handprint dazzles across Ursus' entire visor. Above; Selion's eyepiece is dotted with lightning tears around and below it, like the splash of tears; the decorative brass ring still shines on the thick, curved horns of Markushen's helmet.
There appears to be no sign of mutiny or betrayal.
Then his brothers need to give him more explanations.
Pharmacist Valier was next to him, still holding the injection he had just injected.
"If you don't wake up, there will be nothing I can do. Don't move around right away, you will feel very weak."
The pharmacist's cold eyes and his gentle smile The voice became a contrast that would make ordinary patients feel horrified, "Eight weeks, it will be eight weeks soon. I dug through the inventory and injected you with eight weeks of sedatives and nutritional fluids to prevent you from being in your He was too weak during the attack, triggering Su-an's meninges to enter a state of suspended animation."
Eight weeks, he was secretly surprised, it had never been so long. Talos smiled, "But we have a pharmacist, don't we?"
"Yes, but my training did not include how to risk waking you up alone in a situation where supplies are very scarce. He entered a state of suspended animation." Valier replied, noticing the chain he tightened in a gesture, "Oh, of course."
The pharmacist pressed the gauntlet of his equipment, and the saw blade that popped up began to cut the chains that locked him.
The First Claws gathered around him parted slightly to allow them to speak to each other.
"You've been having this seizure for too long. We've never seen anything like this. Did you see anything in your dream?"
"Believe me, I've never seen anything like this before. After experiencing such a long episode, the meaning behind this sentence made the prophet silent for a moment, "I...didn't I shout out? Didn't I shout out my prophecy? Didn't I tell what I saw?" "
"No." Ciel shook his head, Ciel, he would not lie to Talos, "Except for the order you repeated at the beginning and the scream you suddenly started just before you woke up. You didn't say anything for the entire fifty-five days and nights, you just convulsed quietly and tried to choke yourself to death. Rumors that you were dead began to spread after the first week. The whole ship.”
"So this is why you tied me up here for everyone to worship? This makes me feel so heretical, brother."
They shrugged, and some even laughed, "We don't We can't drive the entire ship here ourselves. We need to appease the crew and slaves. ""Indeed - you woke up at the right time."
" Here?" Talos raised his head and started to stand up. The pharmacist was right, he felt weakness in his limbs. “Where?”
“You don’t remember?”
"Remember what?" The prophet straightened up and began to look forward. The porthole in front of the bridge showed a dark, obscure world of barren dust with traces of cities on it.
"This is impossible."
"Nothing is impossible." Selion said, "Isn't this what you asked us to come? Your order, you said 'Let us go back Get there, back to the wight world, back to Thesaguarsa'"
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"About twenty-four million. Harvested residents, twenty-four million screams with sipping hearts." The Night Lord licked his lips, tightening his throat for the sweet fear he was about to taste, "distributed in six settlements, all Fierce Claws. We should start preparing for the landing of the airborne capsule.”
"Shouldn't we fall to the ground and run all the way back to this desolate place just for a simple harvest?" Someone muttered, "Every one of us knows the past of this planet. This place has been affected by Curse. The curse of the Primarch."
Talos glanced at the speaker sternly, but he also discovered a depressing fact when he summoned these brothers: fighting in the long void. In the process of aimless killing and the continuous betrayal and redemption of themselves, the members of the 10th and 11th Dalian Companies have almost been lost, and some Lieclaws have only one or two people left in name only.
Serion's previous statement that they could not sail the ship on their own was actually stating a fact: including Talos himself, and even those blood-eyed raptors that could no longer stand up and could only crawl with their claws, There were only eighty-one Night Lords in total, gathered on this huge cruiser.
They are just a small remnant and echo of the past legion in the void.
He thought to himself.
But this does not mean that the puppet emperor's lackeys can casually colonize our once second home and the burial place of our father.
Kill them all.
I must reorganize all the claws to full strength, except for the first claw, which still has six people to guard it, otherwise he will be very unhappy.
"Brothers, we must reorganize the Talons to full strength, except for the First Lieutenant..."
The prophet suddenly stopped his words, because the pause was so abrupt, because of him The Night Lords who started shouting at each other to compete for the leadership of the Flameclaw stopped.
Talos felt cold, slick sweat flow over the neural interface on the back of his neck.
That tingling feeling must be inflamed because the neural interface has been inserted for too long without moving.
No.
Someone is coming.
Someone did come.
Someone was staring at the back of his neck, their eyes like slender claws. Talos could almost feel the sharp lightning claws as they penetrated under the axis of his neck, sharply disconnecting his spinal nerves and cervical vertebrae. , a sharp claw inserted into his neural interface...
"Acrius Toshallion! (Midnight is approaching, revenge is coming!) AveDominusNox! (Long live! Lord of the Night!)"
Tower Ross screamed out at the intense feeling that flooded his body.
(End of this chapter)