Chapter 283 How could there be such a kind and noble person?
Before the old regent in the Temple City received the contact from the Eastern Communication Tower No. 12, Lamizane had already carried the body of Conrad Coze to the poor and innocent young technician Rui. Val Mede chatted so much that he turned over the little inventory in his mind.
Including but not limited to the life experience of three generations of his family, the pitiful neighbor gossip, some details of this settlement, all defense measures, and the earliest origins of these unfortunate empire residents, etc. message.
As for the group of Night Lords gathered on the surface of Thesa Guarsa - well, it's hard to say that during this process, they held their breath and listened to every word of their lost original body's chatter and laughter and chewed it over and over again. , or the father of genes who is reshaping all his common sense and three views again and again in order to keep up with the rapid changes that occur every second.
In short, when the communication link in the east was officially connected and the sound was hard to be heard in the observation tower of the former state religion pilgrim ship that served as the office and residence of the so-called regent on the planet, Lamizane had already realized that He was quite confident, and began to use his poor social skills to try to convince the old man.
——After all, when you have the experience of opening your eyes and sitting in the Iron-Blooded Primarch's workshop and immediately starting to fool a ship and a ball of Iron Warriors, fooling a lost colonial settlement lord will become impossible. So difficult.
As for the Night Lords? Well, seeing as they didn't react at all, it shouldn't be a big deal. After all, the Iron Warriors were... also... quite easy to talk to? (*Some kind of mocking laughter and snorts, the children of the night are not Perturabo's bulky iron!)
So in a paragraph that is all true but with a few innocuous deletions and After the dialogue processed with rhetorical techniques.
"...Oh, yes, I think, I would be happy to come to Temple City and have a chat with you, so that's it, we'll be there later, Mr. Regent." (*Oh, yes, , you shameful thief, I never thought I would hear such rhetoric from Mr. So-and-so from my own mouth)
“I will be honored to use the best in my cellar! Let me entertain you with wine, Lord Curze, and look forward to our meeting." (*Midnight Ghost is my name.)
The communicator, which was getting louder and louder, was screwed up with a snap. The local technician who was carefully watching next to him looked at the increasingly dark sky. His companion was uneasily heading towards him on the off-road vehicle in the distance. Looking around. "The wind is going to get stronger, sir. We should go back to the city first to avoid the storm and freezing rain."
His obscure eyes swept over the other party's body, which had been exposed to the sharp sandstorm for a long time but was still pale and tough. Skin, they are like marble sculptures, tenaciously surviving the wind and sand unharmed.
"Of course." The giant with long black hair told the technician, "You go back first, we have some things to do, and we will be there later."
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Talos Valcolan is of Nostramo descent. He, along with tens of thousands of his other brothers, witnessed how their father behaved in his final days on Thesaguarsa thousands of years ago. Bit by bit, it was gnawed and hollowed out by things that were indescribable, indescribable, and incapable of capture, but that had indeed had a real impact.
He witnessed with his own eyes the Night Lord's dark temples turning gray and his mind becoming blurred. Rumors among the legion that their father had been corrupted by the power of Chaos became increasingly noisy. He listened with his own ears to the prophecies made to him by the Gene Father. He even Able to foresee things on her own...until that bitch from the Pseudo-Emperor Assassin's Court came to take away the trophy she had obtained so effortlessly.
Although he eventually fulfilled his father's prophecy and became a soul hunter, becoming the first and only Night Lord to successfully hunt her down and kill the assassin, this did not give him emptiness. There is so much comfort in my heart. Too many things have happened and too many people and things have been lost.
And Talos has been clinging to the meager memories and living in the past.
His best brother Charr had worriedly advised him not to talk so much about the Legion's lost honor and the meaning of battle, believing that their Primarch had gone mad and his brother should Live in the present rather than listen to some outdated crazy teachings, but Talos knew that Charr was entirely out of kindness to him, because he reluctantly led this small warband after the death of the Supreme Being, and his The brothers don't mind having a murder duel to re-determine leadership.
Until Valiel, an apothecary from the Red Corsairs who is more Night Lord than Night Lord, joins them and points out to him that the talents brought to him by the gene-seed are eating him, and about the Eldar, Visions of battle and end began to haunt him even within the Eye of Terror, and finally he guided the Cursed Echo here in a coma of unconscious prophecy, along with all his remaining brothers of the Tenth and Eleventh Companies. Talos never understood why he did this. Even when he just saw the city and its residents in orbit, a man wanted to take advantage of the pain and soul screams of tens of millions of people who were killed and tortured. A grand plan of vengeance that would terrorize the Imperium and Terra and terrorize the Eighth Legion began to form in his mind.
He thought this was the purpose of his coming here, the guidance and meaning from the Primarch's teachings.
Murder, pain, more fear, made the false emperor's empire scream in the name of the Eighth Legion.
He originally planned to do so.
Until he saw the resurrected midnight ghost on the surface of Tessaguarsa today - no, no, no, a burst of secret ecstasy descended from his brain and spread to every part of his spine. The nerve endings, like the hot battle potion flowing from there to the whole body, made him tremble and excited, no, no, no, this is even better, just like the ancient Terran myths and legends that his former commander Markarian once told him. , the most noble victim will return from the darkness after death and transform into another more perfect and noble form——
The prophet of the Eighth Legion looked eagerly through the reddish vision of the eyepiece at the noble figure of Konrad Curze, who was talking to the little leader of this imperial colonial settlement through a simple ancient communicator, with the white Noth on his retinas. The Telamo runes gathered docilely around him, forming a beautiful halo behind the Primarch's head.
He had learned about the situation when Konrad Curze first appeared through other Night Lords' reports. That ability——
made him even more surprised, ecstatic and even wanted to fall. What is tearful is that thinking and perception seem to have returned to their father's body with the miracle of resurrection. The words, sentences, and tone of the words just now were so logical that Talos was dizzy.
The only flaw is that the noble Lord of the Night seems to have become too tolerant and kind to mortals after his return. Even the Lord of the Fire Dragon may not be so compassionate and tolerant. Oh, how can there be such a thing in the universe? Such a kind and noble person?
Talos Valkoran rolled his dark eyes under his skull mask and glanced his stern gaze at the remaining members of the Tenth and Eleventh Companies.
There's a good chance some idiots will try to do something while this is the case...
But they won't succeed.
He thought, stroking his golden sword Olum with one hand, and then opened private communications with his closest brother, Charles, and his slave, Septimus.
"Listen..."
(End of this chapter)