Chapter 280 "At least wear some pants" (Additional update)
Taros Valcolan was standing on the dusty ground of Thesa Guarsa.
The prophet of the Eighth Legion was shaking all over.
His slave pilot Septimus (Seven) stared uneasily out at his master from the pilot's seat of his Dark End Thunderhawk gunship.
Across from them were all the fallen members of the other seven claws who had gathered. Even the blood-eyed raptors had left their usual hiding places and shadows and appeared in front of everyone.
The leader of the Weeping Eyes, Ruflix was trying his best to straighten his severely mutated body in front of a tall figure that stood out from the crowd with his sharp claws that were no longer suitable for human standing posture.
The Midnight Lords gathered there did not show their usual frivolity or cruelty. They just knelt down respectfully and saluted.
Septimus swore that he had never seen so many Night Lords. His demigod masters gathered together like this, but only bowed to one person. There was no plot, no contest, no intrigue. They just knelt there with all their strength and waited for any orders from the unusually tall figure.
This scene was so bizarre that the slave immediately decided that if he was allowed to go back later, he must tell Octavia about it - wait, those respects The adult is... is he crying? !
The slave's face showed a look of genuine surprise for the first time in more than ten years of serving the Eighth Legion.
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Just a moment ago, when he landed quietly at another landing point and planned to wait for his master to wake up, the prophet seemed to be completely frightened. The raving fever jumped up from his sleep, nearly turning his slave into a puddle of organic dirt on the bridge.
The pilot touched the wound on his neck fearfully.
But fortunately, before the blade of Olum* (Talos' weapon, relic power sword, trophy from the Blood Angels) cut off his windpipe, his master's frantic movements seemed to be caused by what he had received. communication and froze.
Next he was asked to drive the soul hunter to the designated coordinates.
The Prophet of the Eighth Legion had never looked so distraught. The master of the slave driver took a roll of medical tape from his thigh strap and threw it to him. He sternly ordered him to bandage it himself, and at the same time asked him to reach the coordinates as quickly as possible - as quickly as possible.
"This is impossible."
Septimus pursed his lips as he listened to his master's cold denial, while pulling up the propelling rod as hard as he could - even though he was owned by his master One of the slaves with the best mechanical knowledge and technology in history, but the Thunderhawk is still a vehicle developed for genetically modified tall warriors. Its driver's seat and driving structure are still too wide for a mortal adult male. It was surprising, but on the Cursed Echo, which had only eighty-one Space Marines in total, the best personal pilot Talos could find for himself was Septimus.
Slave No. 7 hastily and haphazardly wrapped pressure tape around his bleeding neck while hearing the dark whispers that continued behind his Master's breathing grid.
"This is impossible. We were...I witnessed his end with my own eyes." Talos's voice was solemn, and through his bone-white skull mask, it became even deeper, like the roar of a gargoyle. .
"Right here, right in Thessaguarsa, right in the Black Fortress, right in the hall behind the Howling Corridor. We weren't allowed to stop that Callidus assassin. I saw him slain. I saw that The assassin took action, and I, along with thousands of other brothers, watched in oppressive silence as the bitch completed her work, she stole his crown, his relics, her gloved hand held tightly Clutching the long black hair on my father's head, my other brothers watched her run away."
Septimus's face was covered with sweat, and his biochemical left eye was restless. Focusing and zooming, there was a slight clicking sound of the mechanical iris changing, but most of his attention was still on the auspicious device used for driving, "Master..."
Talos's bone-white visor suddenly turned back. , in the dark cockpit, the skeletal face that seemed to be roaring was slightly illuminated by the flashing lights on the instrument panel.
“I was the only one who disobeyed his orders. When everyone obeyed my father’s order not to take revenge, and I was the only one chasing that soul, I personally killed the bastard who brought him death. People!”
The Thunderhawk’s engines roared low, and their destination was in sight.
The Night Lord raised his legs, and the servo motors and electronic muscle bundles led him to the gunship's hatch exit amid the joyous sound of the machine soul that had swallowed many power armors before eating.
"If such a noble dead can really come back to life, this will undoubtedly be a major event in reality and in the warp. In the past few decades, my genetic father inherited Second Sight never had any foreshadowing of this," the Eighth Legion's prophet said at last, gripping his ancient relic bolter as the hatch slowly fell.
"All I see are visions of more and more enemies and our end."
"So, I will be ripped off alive Any liar who dares to pretend to be the noble, extraordinary, and great Lord of the Night of the Eighth Legion and let his wails spread to the damned heart of the Imperium."
The slave pilot, who did not have any psychic talent, felt a chill of fear when he listened to his declaration.
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Lami Zane realized that he was now an entity - and was facing five and more incoming, sharp-eyed and heavily armed Eighth Legion Under the intense gaze of the genetically modified warrior - when his butt was bare, his first reaction was - he began to turn his eyes and search frantically for any cloth or anything else that could be wrapped around his waist.
His ideas are very simple.
——If you are going to be destroyed or chopped off, at least you can’t do it with your butt naked...
He slowly straightened up his stooped body and realized that he was actually unusually tall now. So he immediately reached out and pulled off a piece of dusty, invisible piece hanging from the top of the airborne cabin that had been rotten for who knows how many years. The originally patterned fabric was wrapped around his waist, and then he exhaled and cautiously looked at the other people here who had not made any big moves since they just landed.
There are more and more Night Lords wearing worn-out power armor with lightning patterns, but they still just stare at him, not getting too close, and have no intention of attacking, but I don’t know why, Lamy Zane felt that his ears seemed to be able to catch some faint energy flow, which happened silently and frequently between them.
He did not dare to act arbitrarily for a while.
What do they want to do?
The black and messy knotted long hair that was dragged to the ground improved the naked feeling of the soul floating on the water, but it also seriously obscured his sight. He subconsciously raised his hand and turned the eyes in front of him. A strand of long black hair was tucked behind her ear.
Suddenly, a midnight leader took the initiative. This warrior wearing an ancient war helmet rushed to Lamizane's feet, startling him, but because he didn't know how to respond, he froze on the spot.
"You're back! Father!" The cry of the Astartes veteran is so heartfelt, sordid, and emotional that mortals can't help it, knowing that this is almost certainly a complete villain. Feeling moved.
"Avedominusnox! (Hail, Lord of the Night!)"
Other Night Lords murmured a soft, hissing poetic language that is now spoken only by members of the Eighth Legion , even those among them who had obviously suffered the corruption of flesh and blood knelt down with their brothers.
Lami Zane found that he could understand this strange language.
This time, Lamizane was stunned.
Wha, what? Is it possible? Isn't it?
【You——! 】
A voice echoed distantly in his mind, extremely angry, full of hatred, hoarse and sharp.
【What on earth are you...! Damn it! Get out of my body! No! What qualifications do you have to despise my body? ! You don't understand anything! You know nothing! You will mess everything up! 】
...Wait a minute, who is speaking? What are you talking about? The voice is too soft and can't be heard...are you hallucinating...?
Ignore him first...what is going on...could it be...that I am...Koz...?
When Talos walked up to him and was so horrified by what he saw that he could not move, all the children of the night heard the tall and pale figure coming from under the long black hair. This muttered.
"Anyway, let's put on some pants first."
(End of this chapter)