Chapter 285 "Son of the Thirteenth Legion, scarlet and bronze armor."
"The blood of the false emperor is above, what's going on?" Talos shouted loudly as they began to prepare to return to orbit. asked.
And Lamizane (who seemed quite normal to the remnants of the Eighth Legion) sat aside with his back hunched over, holding the clothes he had just carefully torn apart in his hands, showing a thoughtful expression. expression.
Such a quiet and ignorant King of the Night made the former pharmacist of the 10th Company feel as relieved as his heart throbbed.
"To sum it up, the Cursed Echo in orbit reported a subtle and swift sneak attack." The tall warrior wearing a bat-winged helmet on the side replied. He did not participate in the chaotic melee from beginning to end. But no one dared to question his direct position in the Dark End's closest proximity to the Primarch. "They believe that the other party is most likely an Adeptus Astartes cruiser."
Septimus recognized this as his master's closest comrade, Lord Shire, the champion of the Broken Eagle warband.
"Number 7, go to the driver's seat, let the others return to the Dreadclaw, and then light up the coordinates for them when we take us back to the Cursed Echo. First Claw, prepare your weapons, we We need to get back to the ship immediately—?" The end of Talos's words suddenly became sharp and distorted, and the sudden and familiar cracking pain began to spread deep in his skull. No, no, no, not at this time. .
At this moment, the prophet has never hated himself so much. The punishment pain brought by his talent is tangible on the back of his head, making his eyeballs feel the bulging pressure, and the tiny blood vessels in the eyes burst. The pinprick sensations came one after another, and he took a breath, trying to overcome it, at least to prevent himself from being so embarrassed in front of his lost and found father.
He is now the temporary commander of the remaining brothers of the 10th and 11th companies. The Eighth Legion currently has only eighty-one legion soldiers within a radius of dozens of light years. , the primarch returned unarmed on Thesaguarsa, he only had them... He had to take the responsibility to protect...
But the cursed power, darkness and pain surged up like a tide. , began to mercilessly swallow up Talos's consciousness.
His lips moved, words coming out from behind the breathing grid.
"Son of the Thirteenth Legion, scarlet and bronze armor." He murmured.
"What happened? He started again? At this time?" said his close friend, half annoyed and half anxious.
Apothecary Valiel rushed over and knelt down beside Talos, who fell limply to the floor of Thunder Eagle and began to fall into coma. He checked him, "I warned him." He Said, "We must send him to the infirmary for treatment as soon as we get back to the ship."
"But damn, this is an attack on us by the puppet emperor's lackeys. When we get back, we must first defend our ship." We can talk about other things! If we can’t kill these cunning bastards, it’s all in vain!” Sirion responded with some annoyance after hearing the latest bridge communication report.
A giant hand as pale as a marble carving stretched out, and a soft voice immediately ended the shouting of the Night Lords.
Lami Zane walked over, "What's wrong with him? Besides, he just mentioned the Thirteenth Legion."
"Yes, my lord. With our Speaking from experience, this is usually a sign that Talos's prophetic ability has recently begun to operate, and his predictions of what will happen next."
Serion with strange lightning tears painted on his faceplate— —As the nominal adjutant of Talos, he answered their master at this time.
They saw a thoughtful look on the pale face of Midnight Ghost.
"The prophecy... Indeed, Talos's prophecy is indeed like this. But how can the Thirteenth Legion be scarlet... and so on."
First Talon saw that their father would be as thin and slender as Claw's fingers dug into the side of Talos's skull mask, groping.
"Aha, yes, here." With the "click" sound of the lock being released, his eyes were closed tightly, and the face of Talos, whose face was like gold paper, was removed from the helmet visor. The bottom of the body was exposed, and the prophet's skin now looked like the strange color of a dying person, as if he would cross the boundary between life and death at any time, and every breath he took seemed to be a sigh.
"Oh this...I think this should work..." A soft hissing voice led to a softer soliloquy, and they saw the father of genes carefully pressing his palm on the tower Los's forehead, and then closed his eyes.
It seemed that something invisible began to emerge from the shadowy water of another world, its huge outline, and then for no apparent reason, everyone aboard the Thunderhawk - especially the Night Lords , couldn't help but feel a rare jump in their hearts, as if something was about to break through their hearts - the original one - or even break through their souls - break out of the ground.
(*...)
Someone who had been silent for a while opened his mouth somewhere in the darkness, and the shark-like sharp teeth reflected the dim light wetly. (*Look at this, you stupid, weak fool.)
"Huh...?"
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Ten minutes later, they had flown back to the hangar of the battleship. Thanks to Septimus's superb flying skills, at least they all had to tail off the Thunderhawk when they rushed down, and Markushen could still find time to prepare for his own. The heavy bolter was loaded.
Apart from anything else, this company of the Origin Chapter’s ambush against the Cursed Echo had to be said to be very swift and beautiful.
Of course, the Night Lords insist that these bastard cousins are also a little too lucky: for example, although the new navigator slave who cursed the Echo is indeed outstanding in ability, she has limited experience in serving the Legion, especially due to her origin and Her work experience limited her to the point that she saw but could not recognize the search beacons scattered in the subspace by the Origin Chapter's think tanks; for example, when they jumped out of the subspace, they might still be new to the Origin Chapter's home planet. The stars are too close.
Anyway.
"The situation is very bad now, they broke the generator, the void shield is down, we are being jumped, my lord."
"I could hear the firefight. Thank you, Char."
Their genetic father replied softly, like a viper hissing a message.
The tall and powerful champion of the Night Lords froze, even his muscles began to manipulate him to lean back trying to avoid something, he looked like he was hit by a power punch named "Thank You Char" The punch hit the bridge of the nose.
But the Midnight Ghost, who had already put on a short pullover cloak made of tangled clothes, obviously did not give him time to continue to be surprised. The tall and thin original body straightened up and strode forward out of the hangar. The heavy door of the library closed behind them, leaving the unconscious Talos inside with his slave pilot.
"Sai, now report the repair status of the void shield, the number of people at each invasion point, the firefighting situation, and the defense plan."
No one was stupid enough to ask the Primarch which Sai he was asking about at this time, but they did have one anyway.
Sirion turned his head slightly, pressed his communication bead, and at the same time broadcast the current situation to his master. "Dieterian has gone to check the void shield generator - Dietrian is our mechanical bishop, my lord; the sixth claw is fighting fiercely on the port platform, and is currently outnumbered, and is retreating to the new black market; the fourth claw Fierce Claw went to the second corridor while fighting... Damn it, where did the Bloody Eyes go! These unreliable scavengers..." "Okay." Midnight Ghost stopped his report with one word, "Almost right, so no problem... Well... Let's go to the main corridor defense, yes, strategic command deck, forward."
Although Kangla De Coze technically never deigned to visit the ship, and the passages of the Echo of the Damned had become more tortuous and dark like a maze over the centuries of decay and modification, but the warriors watched with wonder and awe. Arriving, the leader of the legion walked forward without hesitation, walking as fast as flying, and even able to avoid any falling pipelines and debris in time - just like -
"I have to admit, this has nothing to do with me. There are some differences in the battle scenes with my lord in my memory." Makutian's voice sounded on the First Claw's team channel.
"So what?" Ciel returned, gripping his bolter tightly. "I have never felt more powerful. This is enough."
"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God." There was a voice. He panted and said, wetly, as if he was licking the sticky blood, "Send your head to the midnight ghost!"
"...Shut up, Ursus!"
Ye The king suddenly stopped.
Each of them heard the sound of ceramic boots hitting the ground of the battleship from the front.
(End of this chapter)