Chapter 281 Huge Ying and Salted Fish
There is no doubt about it.
Although there are no legendary preset packages loaded in his mind so far, and there is no memory revolving door that Ichika has inherited from his original body, but just because he is now barefoot and gestures to Jia'a Stat's taller height, these murderous Night Lords cried into a group of horrible wailing monsters in front of him, and he was able to determine who he really was——
Handsome man, melancholy, silent beauty It's quite unbearable to see a pear blossom weeping or a well-behaved and cute child hanging with teardrops, but a group of seven-eight-foot-tall, nine-hundred-pound genetically modified man killers wearing skulls, iron chains, and human skin are in front of you. ...
His eyes turned away silently and in time, turning to the visitor who had stopped ten feet away from the beginning.
This man is——
This Night Lord has a distinctive skull helmet, a visor above one eye and a unique Nostramo rune engraved on it, all of which reveal his identity.
But Jean’s understanding of the Eighth Legion is limited to some well-known characters such as Jakob Savitarion and Lamy Zane, who has been passed down by word of mouth for countless transformations.
Of course, we can still recognize each other by the famous Blood Angel Golden Sword!
After all, a large gleaming golden sword suddenly protruded from the midnight-colored power armor, with a sword guard of snow-white wings and a huge ruby teardrop in the center. This shape is so conspicuous that no one can ignore it.
To be honest, the moment he saw this beautiful weapon in real life, even Lamizane couldn't help but have the thought "It's not entirely the fault of the poor and crazy bats who always want to kill people and seize swords."
Just when the other party seemed to be about to take action, he tentatively called out the name.
"Talos... Soul Hunter?"
The collapse of the former pharmacist, tenth company commander, enemy of the empire, and current leader of the warband is visible to the naked eye in this midnight dream. The moment when a familiar voice appeared a hundred times.
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Talos Valcolan's eyepiece was constantly adjusting the focus of the light sensor and the face and figure of the being he was seeing in a futile attempt to falsify.
The light red display vision filled his retinas, and the Nostramo runes screamed excitedly in the machine soul of the power armor.
He was confused.
For him, that was just a hundred years ago. Although his memory was tortured by the ever-increasing genetic problem, he still would not forget how he hunted down that Callidus bitch. And when he hit her, how the severed head of his beloved, noble, and pitiable genetic father fell to the ground during their battle——
Midnight The ghost has long since died here. This planet is the place where he voluntarily sacrificed himself. With his eyes closed, Talos could describe the function and appearance of each room in the ruins of the palace built of living people, agate, obsidian and ivory. .
He resisted what he saw before him, because it could only be evil witchcraft or resurrection brought about by blasphemous power.
Talos opened his lips. He wanted to rebuke the other party angrily. He wanted to declare to his brothers who had completely surrendered that the dead cannot be resurrected and do not allow witchcraft to blaspheme him! Pure clarity of self is far better than...
But.
But when each letter of his name and title was hissed softly from the lips that were so thin that they almost disappeared, with the voice that he had imprinted on the depths of his soul, A flash of memory split open the fog in the soul hunter's mind in one hundred thousandth of an instant.
He remembered.
It was not that his increasingly confused second sight had given him no warning in the past, as he had just arrogantly and blindly told Septimus.
It was given to him, it did warn the prophet of his coming, but he forgot it. And in the subsequent coma due to side effects, he unforgivably forgot what he said himself, and his brothers took the words and the title he screamed in unconscious murmurs for granted and reasonably believed that he was The horrifying dream screams their thousands-year-old army motto.
But it doesn't matter, he has remembered it all now.
The images and feelings in the vision overlap in front of my eyes. The muscles and fat under the pale skin may be less than an ounce. The skeleton-like giant's eyes as black as midnight are staring faintly from behind the black hair. he.
A creeping phantom pain like needle pricks flashed across the surface of the skin on the back of Talos's neck under his power armor. The strange touch of sharp claws digging into the sensitive and inflamed nerve interface invaded him again, making his hair stand on end.
The night on the surface of the barren gray planet is dark and windy. Only the distant and sparse starlight on the sky illuminates everything and reunion in the wilderness.
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And from the mouth of Talos Valcoran, he shouted in broken words, "This is impossible! Father! Is it you?! Father?!" It also allowed Lamizane to once again confirm who he is in the eyes of others now.
The identity confirmed by the prophet only made the ferocious giant little bats around him scream louder.
...It's really Koze, but although he can feel the unusual power in his body,...
...But the brain center or soul he comes with still doesn't seem to be like a real person. It’s just that the original primarch was as powerful as his arms... Anyway, Curze was already a super bully. (A voice roared angrily in the depths of his mind that he couldn’t hear, cursing the most powerful Nostramo words. (unflattering words), isn’t it just like salted fish if it’s messed up, and salted fish is what he is best at.
In addition, judging from his experience of impersonating Perturabo once, for the current plan, he still has to establish a stronghold, clean it up, and then find a few loyal officers before he can start working... (What job?! What do you want to do to the Eighth Legion?!)
But another urgent thing right now is...
Once you start to recognize the surrounding environment, from the soles of your feet, The sensations on his body, fingertips, and scalp were immediately too much for him to ignore.
Hell, how long had it been since their floors had been mopped? ! I just stepped on it twice and now the soles of my feet are sticky! ! ! I don’t want to know the actual material composition of what I’m smelling! ...and what does this smell like? ! How long has it been since this man's teeth were brushed? ! vomit vomit vomit. (Someone cursed loudly in anger.)
But obviously the original owner of his current body has lower hygiene requirements and a lower sense of self-management. (Some of the filthiest words from Nostramodian Nest began to pour out)
His now extremely keen sense of smell and sensory nerve distribution made him feel uncomfortable all over, and at the same time he missed his clean, hairy body. The velvet, fragrant Perturabo, and the Iron Blood were equipped with the specially developed Xinfeng v40000 system. (Who the hell are you describing?!)
——To be honest, at least his Peppa Pig, no matter which one he is, now takes baths on time and takes care of his teeth and nails!
And now, damn it, he realized that this body was scratched all over after not taking a bath for a long time. This tall, pale, skeleton-like body tightly wrapped in thin muscles possessed the acuity and The mess was far beyond anything he had ever experienced.
——It’s true that LOGOS likes to convey some strange things thoughtfully, but the feeling of the sensor is still a layer away. I really miss the self-cleaning function of LOGOS now.
Ahhh, my scalp and body are so itchy! Extremely itchy! ! (Gutera swears) Is it possible that there are still interstellar lice and bedbugs on your spaceship? ! (*Smooth Nostramo swear words)
The itching sensation coming from under the shoulder blades became more and more serious. He couldn't help but reach out and scratch his itchy pale skin, but then he was horrified and extreme. He raised his palms in disgust and stared at the sharp, long black nails on them - that shiny, thick black color full of greasiness was definitely not the result of dye.
Lami Zane refused to think further about what kind of liquid or fat caused the sticky feeling.
He coughed.
The Night Lords raised their heads like meerkats who had heard the commotion. Led by Talos, dozens of pairs of bright red eyepieces stared at him closely with glistening dark lights under the night sky.
"...First of all, give me a detailed report of your investigation into this place - I'll stop it! Don't kill them!!!"
(End of this chapter)