Chapter 286 "What are you talking about?"
The entire day was beginning to feel long and unsettling to him.
Lufrics - Champion of the Weeping Eye, Lord of the Birds of Prey, Leader of the Hunting Pack - or so the former captain of the Eleventh Company thought.
We just want to live, I don’t like this, I don’t like fighting, but I don’t want to die even more, I...just want to be free...
So...I...
He stopped on the ceiling, turned his head, and stared deeply into the direction of someone just now through the crimson eyepiece lens on the iron mask that had been twisted to the point of deformation.
Just now, when he was about to escape with his hunting group, abandon the other Fierce Claws who were fighting the gang jumpers, and give up the position to the intruders, he suddenly received a message in his helmet. The order that I thought I would never receive again came from a top priority that had been dormant for centuries.
Lord Konrad Curze ordered the members of the Weeping Eye to "reconnaissance the situation" throughout the ship.
Yes, reconnaissance, he even told them very thoughtfully: "Don't fight", "Get away immediately if you are discovered", "Don't get entangled" and "You can retreat immediately after the reconnaissance is over"!
Lufrics deeply suspected that their genetic father had foreseen that the Eyes of Weeping Blood would never fight to the death with their enemies.
Although this was their original plan, it was another matter that this plan was pointed out in advance by the *Father of Genes* in the *Company Channel*.
Lou Frix thought in annoyance, his sharp claws and claws curled up, scratching traces on the steel surface of the ceiling, and other blood eyes also clawed at the walls or walls like clusters of gargoyles. On the pipe, the propellers behind them sprayed sparks, raising their heads like animal heads to stare at their leader.
In the end, without spending more seconds, Commander Blood Eye made a decision.
He hissed and growled in his visor, and the other raptors tilted their heads little by little to look at him in their helmets, which had been tilted abnormally by years of subspace influence. Like a falcon or an owl, the precise angles and strange rhythm of its movements are definitely not human habits.
After a series of gurgling neighs and a few conversations in human language, the Primarch's orders finally suppressed the hunter's instinct.
At the urging of their leader, they dispersed reluctantly, moving away from the ceiling and higher and darker places, and disappeared from Loufrix's senses.
Then the blood-eyed leader's sharp claws clung to the ceiling, and he spread out his limbs and ran quickly in a certain direction.
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A moment ago.
(*I clearly...have shown everything Talos foresaw before your eyes, why do you still say that to them.)
"Well...because I also saw who jumped to help this ship."
(*Ha, the little bastards raised by the self-righteous Guilliman. Why, you want this to be peaceful Solution? What a rare naivety. Isn’t that why Perturabo kept you in a canary cage? )
“Honestly, the canary in the cage was when he went down into the mine. It’s used to detect the concentration of poisonous gas. Your allusion is not very good for you. Of course, you probably haven’t used it before, so I decided not to argue with you.”
(*You don’t understand at all. ! You have never seen what I have seen! You are avoiding your fear by talking like this, you are afraid of killing and the consequences of killing)
"It's not, or rather, killing. It’s not an unacceptable or unacceptable method, but as far as I know, killing is not the best and only method.”
(*Ah, what a simple mind, you have not realized the only truth to which mankind will obey. Then your fears will taste fresher, stronger and sweeter the moment they are discovered.)
< br>"...What piggy words are you talking about? Eat something good."
(*(sudden pause)...Kalshiel*&*(*()(&...&*... *（￥#@%￥@!!!）
After feeling someone’s strong and spicy anger and frustration, a trace of sour grievance and the high-speed trembling fancy Nostramo tongue and swearing, I pulled Mizan nodded with satisfaction.
Well, how can the young man twist and scream and crawl in darkness every minute - first of all, he must have some energy!
The other Night Lords were accustomed to watching their father standing there and having a serious conversation with the dark void.
Except...
"Do you know... what 'piggy talk' is?" Makutian asked quietly in his helmet. "Is it a word with a special meaning for "laying a nest"? Why do we need to eat something good?"
"I have never heard of this saying, and I don't know either." Charles replied a little irritably, " But watch out for Ursus, don't let him rush out and be beaten into a sieve."
The brother they mentioned had red eyes, holding his chain ax and licking his teeth in his helmet. , sucking the taste of blood flowing down his tongue.
But Sirion remained silent. The Smiling Lord, who always smiled, was sweating profusely, his muscles were tense, and he was holding his bolter tightly.
Valiel was ordered to stay behind, not to prepare his weapons, but to prepare at least six syringes of strong and rapid anesthetic specifically designed for Space Marines. How to get it and install it is Valier's business. "Come here." Their father, who was dressed like a beggar but stood there and was extremely noble, briefly ordered them, "come here, all come here, yes, right here, stand here and don't move. Remember, if you see the Origin Chapter The Shield Champion rushes towards you with his comrades. You can shoot freely, but you must wait until he advances twenty-two feet from your current position and point at the blue cable on the ceiling. Fire a shot."
"My lord." The Night Lords looked at each other, and finally Selion spoke. His voice didn't sound as smooth as usual, but like Someone put hot coals under his tongue.
"My lord, I am not..."
The pair of dark eyes glanced at his visor painted with strange tears, and a shuddering heat once again rose straight from Selion's tailbone into his brainstem. He tasted emotions he had never experienced before in the receptors on his tongue. The taste and his father's extreme anger almost made him unsteady, but he persisted.
In a distant gorgeous palace, one being threw the silver cup in his hand in anger, while another created more cracked reflections of crystals in laughter and ecstasy, and the last one shouted, The hound that spurred him on and refused to give in completely.
They all heard Ursus roaring inarticulately, drooling like the beast that drove him in his mind and reaching for his chain axe. The ground pressed him.
"Don't worry, Sai. They won't launch a surprise attack and they won't be too fast, because the leader is holding a jump shield. It's too narrow here for him."
So. Selion swallowed what he was about to say and asked another question, "Then if they shoot at us, how should we respond until they advance to twenty-two feet? My lord."< br>
"As long as you don't leave this place, you can fight back any way you want," the Eighth Primarch's voice sounded uninterested. "They won't shoot at you."
He raised his voice slightly, but then Just to the extent that the whispers of vicious lovers at night turned into sighs reciting poetry in the thorn garden, "But you must strictly obey my instructions."
After a final glance around the place, the Midnight Ghost He nodded to his descendants and continued.
His black hair flowed and he, like an elegant nightmare, dissolved into the shadows before them.
Serion finally dared to take a deep breath at this moment.
"Did you...see it?!"
"Yes."
"That's..."
Lei suddenly became clear after turning the last corner. Their conversation was interrupted by the crackle and roar of the hammer's energy stance.
Carrying a terrifying huge thunder hammer, wearing brilliant scarlet and bronze armor, the Terminator Cross made of white stone proudly proclaimed the ancient glory of this set of power armor on his left shoulder armor. The origin and history of.
The emblem of the Origin Chapter shines in ultramarine marble and black iron on his right shoulder, and the edge paint on the pauldrons of his comrades shows that they are all members of the 3rd Company.
"Draw your sword."
They heard the champion's command coming from behind his heavy helmet, and every Space Marine on the opposite side wearing scarlet and bronze armor threw aside He pulled out his bolter, pistol and short sword.
One terminator, three warriors.
“Oh Lord of the Night.”
But as they heard the Gene Father say moments before.
——"They won't shoot at you."
So they didn't move.
As the Night Lords poured all their firepower into the massive shield protected by the wings of the golden eagle, their cousin's champion roared from behind his helmet's speaker grille and charged:
"I am the doom of heresy, I am the scourge of traitors. I am Tolemion of the Origin Chapter, the guardian of the West, and I will annihilate——"
(End of this chapter)