Chapter 288 The gene seeds taste so delicious!
According to the instructions of the Lord of the Night, the members of the First Talon rushed headfirst into the third ridge of the ship on the route to the pilot's room, which was just away from the destructive insertion of another torpedo. The place where they entered the hull was not far away, and a rendezvous point of the opponent's gang members was told that they were here.
There, they found a fierce battle point. The nearly full-energy thunder hammer and the brilliant golden eagle shield that they had just captured from the Origin Chapter champion were scattered throughout the tattered area. It seemed out of place in the environment, and it also succeeded in allowing the newly appeared Char to immediately attract the attention, firepower and roars of hatred from the many invaders who were encircling the Fourth and Sixth Claws.
The newcomer’s taunting laughter contains extremely offensive content, and the midnight black and blue armor he wears is full of spikes, skulls and human skin scrolls, as well as these two brilliant pieces of equipment. The contrast made the remaining Imperial Space Marines begin to lose their minds, which greatly reduced the pressure of attacks on other Night Lords.
"Ha! Those little cubs of yours screamed so loudly when I cut off their heads! I guess you will scream as loudly as them!"
Charr's taunting shouts echoed through the dark passages of the Echo of the Damned through the loudspeaker grid of his batwing helmet.
"That champion of yours, what's his name? Ptolemion, right? Didn't you see that when we dragged him out, his boring little face looked at me and cried and begged for mercy? Look, you will see him on our black market later, dismantled to pieces! His gene seeds taste so delicious!"
No less than twenty explosive bombs! The guns were accompanied by furious shouts of "How dare you desecrate the glory of the dead!" "Though dead, alive!" "We are the sons of Guilliman!" and "Death to the heretics!" and all rushed towards the two groups of people. The tall Midnight Lord in the middle opened fire with all his strength, but obviously the machine soul of the Golden Wing Shield didn't really care about who it was protecting at the moment, because both sides clearly saw that as the attack pressure increased, the machine soul made a rapid buzzing sound. A layer of light blue stance shield emerged on the surface of the golden wing shield.
Ciel laughed heartily for the first time in a long time, and at the same time pushed the power switch of the thunder hammer upwards with his thumb.
"Rejoice, you bunch of lackeys of the false emperor can be taught a lesson by me! I will feed you to the birds of prey one by one!"
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Lami Zane stepped over the body of the last unconscious Origin Chapter warrior who fell limply to the ground, and pinched the communication rosary he had just obtained temporarily - this group of The last fragments of the Eighth Legion could only be hastily ripped from the ear of a mortal slave - leaving the First Claw to lead the others here to collect it.
The wounds on his knuckles bleeding with black blood have been automatically stopped by the coagulation factors in the blood, and a scab has formed. The itching under it represents that the new skin is quickly rewoven and covering the bones. , although this body is indeed an extraordinary creation of genetic engineering, the operation of KOing eight armored Astartes with bare hands is still a bit beyond.
(*If you cut off their heads, bleed and skin them, He will give you more.)
"Forget it about this kind of gift." The main problem is that he has to be there These Origin Chapters Astartes must be stunned rather than killed before they can react, which indeed takes more time.
Fortunately, the power of Shadow Stealth was of great help on this ship with almost no lights. Even though the reluctance and emotions were as sour as eating a hundred sour grapes, a certain original body could only hum. He whined and made a weak excuse that if he wanted to kill them, he would be more efficient.
(*I really miss my lightning claws at the moment, but my brother took them.)
"I need a stun, not a death, okay? As for the lightning claws ...I think it’s better to drain enough hot water, take a shower, wash your hair, and find some serious clothes, pants and shoes. By the way, where’s your cloak?”
（*will die? Bringing it to others is my specialty, and it's too easy - my cloak was taken away by the daughter of Callidus)
"Oh, then we probably won't find it... Hmm... Hmm... Where should we go next? Let me think about it, alas, there isn't even a pen and paper to write down things in this place."
(*How difficult is this? There is skin and blood everywhere, and there are tens of thousands of heartbeats here.)
"...Paper and pen means 'paper' and 'quill-pen', thank you, not the Human artifacts.”
(*Considering that my father’s empire also used many human artifacts, insisting on your hypocrisy in such detail just makes me sick.)
"This is not the same thing. When people don't even maintain their own common sense territory, then no matter how good the fertile soil and seeds are, they will still grow some beautiful flowers and fruits for you without any care. Unmanaged fertile soil will only grow more poisonous weeds and thorns that eat up all nutrients than ordinary fields, and spread around.”
(*Since the results are all equally disappointing in the end, why bother and make yourself and everyone else do useless work? Using the simplest method and the fastest solution is the most efficient, pleasant and kindest. Death and fear.)
"...You have such a useful and powerful ability, and you finally came up with such a solution. I can't say that you have a clear mind, I can only say that you are born with a strange talent, my dog. It’s all clearer than your thinking circuit.”
(*Selected Collection of Nostramo’s Swear Words and Death Threats)
The sourness of grievance and the bitterness of incomprehensible anger are transmitted at the same time. There is also the despair and bitterness that wants to drag the world into the abyss. The final reward turns out to be...?
"Okay, okay, to be honest, considering other factors, I shouldn't be so harsh on you now. If you ask me, everyone makes mistakes, not just you, but you can't escape the same Be responsible for that - but what were you talking about 'pleasant'? You said the word 'pleasant', right?"
(*...(Muttering vaguely about missing his first company commander and other heirs))
"I began to wonder how you understand your essence, so that you think for yourself He Zisi weaved a throne of reflection floating on the water of hallucinogenic poison - although it was unexpected that the fat green won in the end."
(*My essence?… ...Wait, what are you talking about...?) An angry but more surprised emotion passed to Lami Zane along the connection between the two.
“We’ll talk about this later.” The huge hull structure of the Cursed Echo wailed from afar, “The two gang-hopping teams that came in first should have already fallen down. Fortunately, they only have one Terminator. , we must quickly find the mechanical bishop on this ship, otherwise..."
(*(very low self-talk) Perturabo, what kind of existence have you brought to me. What about us? )
(End of this chapter)