Chapter 278 Get away you monster!
"I am Samus! I am here-"
"Get away! You evil devil! The Ancient Sage is here!!!!"
< br>"Ah————!!!"
The proud maniacal laughter of the Inanimate Man changed with the striding footsteps of the Royal Court Manager and the furious roar coming from his loudspeaker. Cheng howled unwillingly and retreated steadily.
Rilanor's golden iron steps landed on the ground, shaking the deck.
The thing disappeared temporarily, full of hatred and dissatisfaction.
After waking up, Loken found that he had a real sense of everything around him again.
He was still standing steadily in the Chapter Master's office of the Destiny Steel, wearing his new Honor Guard power armor, surrounded by his cousins and brothers. At the further end of the room was the noble The majestic space occupied by the Emperor's children and the former Imperial Regent.
He turned his head stiffly and saw that Aharin still looked like the neat and tidy primarch attendant in his memory. But when Loken's eyes met with him for a moment, Moon Wolf You know, his cousin must have seen some of what he just saw.
A strange and cold feeling gripped the two hearts of Gavir Loken. Is that unnatural beast, that thing wearing the coat of a beast, an intruder that broke into his soul, or...
"As a Captain, put the muzzle of the gun to other people's heads." The Emperor's Children's most respected Master of Ceremony raised his power claw and jokingly lowered the muzzle of Loken's weapon.
"The most foolish of recruits make a mistake," he announced. "You will have to go get Aharlin's dinner tonight, or give him your share, Gavel."< br>
“I have no objection to this, Elder Rilanor,” Loken smoothly put the weapon back into the slot on his thigh, “but Aharin would really leave his post here to have dinner. "
At this time they saw a small smile on the Iron Warrior's face, "If Captain Loken brought it specially for me, then I would eat it, no. It’s not a betrayal of our brothers’ good intentions, is it?”
As the conversation progressed and the ancient sage approached again, the strange and cold feeling gradually dissipated.
“Let us do our jobs well.” Sol Tavitz said at the right time, adding a touch of ease to his tone, “I don’t want to be compared to them.”
Following the gaze of the Emperor's Son, the tall Iron Ring Marines stood quietly around the Lord of Steel and his brothers, like a solid high wall made of steel and war.
"You are right."
They stopped talking, put away their subtle unnecessary expressions and movements, and returned to duty.
A lucky break is fleeting and they must seize it.
Rilano turned his helmet sensor to the other side of the room and made eye contact with someone.
The man nodded imperceptibly towards the royal steward.
——————The dividing line between the two worlds that fell on Thesa Guarsa————
“I said that even if he had the idea...it could be considered Crazy.”
Before the Dreadclaw headed for the surface, filled with an assortment of Night Lords, and was finally ready to launch into Thesaguarsa's atmosphere, one of the First Claw's brothers locked himself in his fixed position like this said.
"But this is the prophet's own meaning."
The speaker shrugged, "Okay, he doesn't need us to carry him anyway - the prophet is carried by his mortal slaves Carrying it. That guy is quite capable, isn't he?"
This pun, which might have caused scolding or even confession from some of their cousins, caused a stir in the team's communication channel, which was full of ionospheric interference. There was a general low chuckle. Although the vast majority of them do not have similar needs, and the main interests of the servants of the Dark Prince among them are not in those aspects, today's Night Lords are strangely able to derive from this approximation Get a little pleasure from the "winking" of ordinary people's topics.
——This is indeed not interesting at all. Apparently the legion of villains will still be a collection of violent incarnations of fear and headless flies ten thousand years later.
Someone who was observing them in the shadow of the fixed hook thought to himself, but was annoyed to realize that he was sighing slightly.
At the same time, you can also observe your own heart calmly and clearly.
He had never had a similar opportunity before.
This was quite interesting, and it was also the reason why he lay dormant and observed them surprisingly peacefully along the way.
After all, even when Dream Eater was at his most powerful, or when Sai was using his abilities desperately... he had never been able to do this for him.
It seems that there is indeed a reason why Perturabo values this strange mortal soul so much.
When I think about how hard his fourth brother, whose fur seems to be of such good quality that it makes his fingertips itchy, might become hard-mouthed at the moment with his long, furry mouth that cannot spit out ivory. Panic, a shiver of unfamiliar emotion passed sweetly across the surface of his soul.
But the reason why Konrad Curze noticed this mortal soul in the first place was not because of this - yes, the great King of the Night saw at the first glance that the soul in his fourth brother's body was not huge. What most people thought was the half body or soul of Perturabo, but it was something completely different. He had never seen such a mortal soul.
But he could feel that this soul did have some indescribable weird connection with him or his brothers.
So the Night King made up his mind to stay and get close to him.
So when he was asked who he was, he naturally lied. He knew who they were looking for, and he probably knew what happened to him and the blackbirds, but He wouldn't tell them.
When Curz claimed that he was the blackbird that was supposed to be there, he happily observed the shock that flashed across the faces of the brothers and Malcador as he expected. , it was so wonderful, he almost grinned just thinking about it.
Sure, why not?
Lying is a useful skill because no one can or dares to test a Primarch to see if he is lying.
First, of course, what concerned the Primarch of the Eighth Legion most was to be in a place that reeked of the self-righteous control and rules of his brothers.
A mortal's life and ending should have been open to him like an open book, but he couldn't see this mortal - now he knew his full name: Lamizane Carlo Sidney - the ending.
No matter how many times, he could not see the ending of this soul, but he could feel its nature; secondly, after being "superimposed" by him, the midnight ghost suddenly became "aware" of "self" A glimmer of light.
—— Compared to "pure self", death is not important.
He should have said this sentence before, but now he really understands it better and has a new understanding of the source of this unprecedented stability and rare hope. The very contrast came from the simultaneous echo of the soul of a certain mortal who was cursing and screaming in his heart at the same time.
What a lively mortal.
...If you use your fingers to dig open the skull and penetrate into the brain, can you catch him...
Conrad Coates was suddenly in a trance. Did he have any thoughts just now? Already?
He recalled it carefully for a moment and found that he couldn't grasp that thought. It might just be some kind of sequelae of his long-term hallucination.
Then he listened to the vivid voice that the mortal made in his skull, as silent as night and as dark as dead water.
【Alas--! No! Why are there so many Night Lords here! Why are they so close! Uh-huh - the real corpse decoration is too disgusting to see in person... Where is this? ! I hate plasma horror movies! I don't want to see it! I don’t want to see it! 】
Mr. Lamizane Carosini sent a sharp soul blast in Konrad Coates’ mind.
(End of this chapter)