Chapter 290 This Time
"Prophet" Talos Valkoran lay there, blinking.
The familiar feeling of weakness and muscle soreness after his coma caused by his second sight eroded him.
The light red light curtain on his retina, the white Nostramo runes on it, and other icons formed his familiar vision.
The first thing that catches the eye is the ceiling of the cabin passage.
He recognized this place, this was the main corridor of the Echo of the Damned.
Yes, he remembered, the bridge reported an attack, so they immediately got on the Dark End and returned to the ship, together with...!
A thunder split open the remaining fog in his mind. Father! Where is their lost genetic father? ! He pushed his body to stand up, and the servo motors in his joints made a harsh buzzing sound with his sudden movements.
Then he felt that his body was in the same poor condition as the power armor. The flashing warning runes on the top indicated that his breastplate had been hit hard by a melee weapon and his bone plates were cracked. There was still some internal bleeding, but it was temporarily stopped by his own repair function.
Talos twisted his neck slightly and immediately felt the fresh sting of the injection on his neck.
What's this? His blood test data emerged in the corner of the light red retina. They were extra injections of stimulants, not the ones originally in his armor. The stocks of those things have now bottomed out for some reason, as if he had just passed through A fierce battle.
There was silence all around, with only the faint aftertaste of energy field decomposition and bloody fighting lingering around everyone.
But he remembered that his last picture was on the Dark End.
Has everyone joined the enemy? But were his brothers dragging him into battle expecting him to suddenly wake up and join them? Has the war situation reached this point?
Most of the Night Lords should be guarding the original body, but except for his own First Claw, there seems to be no more Night Lords here.
"Septimus?" When Talos tried to speak, he realized that his voice was like a gnat. He tasted the strong smell of blood in his mouth and breath, as well as the blood of others.
He felt uneasy. A strange and intense uneasiness enveloped him that he had never felt before.
"Septimus? First Talon, or whoever, report the current situation." He repeated it again, this time slightly louder, so someone heard him.
Serion's bloody face appears from above.
"How are you, Talos. Good to see you're awake."
The Smiling Lord didn't look smiling at all at this moment.
"I won't die yet. Sai. What's going on...Where is my lord? Where are the others?"
"I don't understand why you would do it first at this time. Mentioning your mortal slave instead of caring about your brother. Talos, did you mention 'him' just now and finally broke your head?" Selion said with a weird expression. Looked at each other carefully.
"What are you talking about...? Ciel? Ciel?!"
As the broken Sirion moved away from his figure, Jean, who had been hidden behind him, The source of the vague yet urgent uneasiness that Talos Valcolan had felt since the beginning, a picture appeared that made the blood of the Night Lords Commander whose hands were stained with the heat of countless lives and souls instantly freeze.
It's Ciel.
The champion of their little Broken Warband, the Invincible Charr.
But Talos could hardly believe that it was him. With their centuries-or tens of thousands of years of friendship-he was not even willing to believe that it was his partner, his comrade-in-arms. His best brother. Not far away from them, the half-destroyed human figure leaning leaning against the blood-spattered bulkhead... That was... almost the entire frontal structure of the skull was "gone" - or in other words, the entire Ciel with the upper half of his face "gone".
Due to multiple violent impacts, his eyebrow arch had been completely shattered, and the middle and lower part of his forehead bone had turned into a blur of flesh, blood and bone fragments. mixture, the nasal bones looked like they were torn apart as if they had been hit head-on by a thunder hammer that could penetrate tank armor. It turned into an obvious depression in the middle of his face, and the two eyes of this brave warrior were missing due to the loss of Part of the blood vessel supply and compression made it look surprisingly pale, and it was peeking out from under the large mass of edema and completely broken skin.
Talos's throat tightened, and his voice seemed too falsely relaxed.
"Ciel?" He asked almost holding his breath, "Are you still... okay?"
What responded to him was the warrior's heavy sigh-like breathing, but after a while, Ciel tried his best A cruel sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Yes, I feel better. I can still fight." His most loyal partner and his best brother heard his voice, and then slowly moved his broken body , but his left shoulder was obviously comminuted, because the solid arm now seemed to be hanging softly by his side, "Don't worry, Talos, I can still fight, it's okay."
< br>"I can't believe you actually killed him. I've never seen such a duel." Selion came over and handed Ciel's bat-winged helmet to him.
The Night Lords champion looked almost about to make a proud face, but the sharp pain in his skull prevented his joy. Bloody fingers groped for his helmet, bearing the emblem of the Eighth Legion, the ferocious face of the Midnight Spawn that had roamed the galaxy for the last ten thousand years.
"Kill him? Who?" Talos breathed hard. His two hearts were beating faster and faster, and his throat was tight. He stretched out his hand to try to grab his golden sword, but failed. Discover that it's not here -
It's there, the white wings of the power sword splattered with the blood and visceral fragments of the champion of the Company of Origins, the Astartes wearing solid scarlet and bronze armor His intestines hung on Olum's sword blade like a bloody ribbon, and the blood drops that had not yet solidified swayed slightly and dripped down, as bright red as the ruby teardrops on the sword.
"We have to move and find other Fierce Claws to join together. I heard that the void shield stopped again, and there will be more lackeys of the false emperor who will join the gang." Makutian staggered over , he lost his power pack and looked in terrible shape.
"Wait a minute! Where is he?! Where is he? Where is my Lord? Why don't you mention our father?!"
Ciel grumbled, rocking to his feet and snapping his helmet back onto his head, his voice almost sounding like it had before.
"Talos," he said, "my brother."
"...how..."
"I regret having quarreled with you before. I wish I had There is nothing wrong with the idea of living a meaningful life, or trying to find a way out of this war."
"We will talk about this later, brother, first we have to find our Highness."
"Okay," he responded, "we'll talk about it later. But where is the Primarch you were talking about? Talos? Where is he? I..."
Talos watched the thin Lines of blood flowed out along the cracks in the charr's armor. The ever reliable and steadfast charr, swaying like a dead leaf in the wind, took another half step towards Talos, and then fell into the arms of the prophet. middle.
The life rune representing Ciel flickered and turned into a straight line.
The power of the High Heaven laughed wildly with extreme regret and hatred and swallowed up the delicious Talos Valcoran.
——If it weren’t for her trembling cry.
A woman's voice came from far away.
"Wake up! Talos! Wake up!"
(End of this chapter)