Chapter 294 Your son is great, he is mine now
The smell of burning and thin smoke filled the hall, replacing the smell of sacred mechanical incense and maintenance oil, making this place almost trance-like. It seems a bit like those times in the legion era that were not bright and glorious but were still bright with stars.
The reflection hall was silent.
The machine spirits stopped whispering in unison.
Talos listened to the communications in his helmet from various locations on the ship, and for the first time since the Night Lords' legions last assembled in Thessaguarsa, he felt that things were back on track. The ship, the Cursed Echo, was being returned to their control methodically, ruthlessly and efficiently.
Maybe this time we can give the company commander a decent burial, the pyre a hero deserves, and burn whatever is left to ashes, lest anyone try to keep resurrecting the legendary hero as if In this way, the former power of the Legion can be restored.
——But——What a pity, Macharion, his commander, the hero of the Legion——although Talos felt that if he had learned the news before today, he would not have sighed for his fall. , but will definitely insist on giving his company commander a neat rest with his own hands, but today is different from the past, maybe - after all -
"Avedominusnox!!!!!!"
< br>Abruptly.
A loud, rumbling, resonating mechanical sound like a hundred cannons or a thousand pipe organs repeated this eulogy.
Soul hunter, prophet, or former pharmacist Talos Valcolan of the 10th Company of the Eighth Legion suddenly raised his head in disbelief, but the bat-winged skull's visor covered his face at this moment, and his expression at this moment was expressionless. People learn.
"Avedominusnox!...Oh my god, why can't I move - please forgive my rudeness, my lord, and greet you."
"Hello, Philosopher of War. Well. , it seems that the key point is indeed here." Lamizane nodded, "And who will do this is completely debatable. Although the actual impacts are very different, they have the same purpose. Result."
(*...Hmph. But before you test it, you can't be sure whether Markarian will wake up as you guessed. You are still gambling with his life, you hypocrite. Hypocrite. )
“Hypocrisy and hypocrite have repeated meanings. It’s best not to use them together like this. It will appear that you don’t have enough marks in the cultural class.”
(*I don’t need any cultural classes! I don’t need anyone to give me grades!)
“Oh, okay, then you will have everything you have.”
The mechanical bishop is here On the side, he still maintained his shocked and pleading movements, but under his flashing lenses, he began to mutter in binary language in disbelief about the situation in front of him. Obviously, this mechanical priest has been greatly angered to some extent by this awakening ceremony that was rough and failed for him but completely unreasonable and perfectly successful... subverting certain three views and common sense.
"Besides, this is not the first time. You have seen many times that I use everything you can see to plan actions and achieve my goals. My life wisdom tells me: when things succeed Don’t talk about the success rate as 100% before. In short, let’s drink a cup of Reka coffee for our success... I seriously doubt that there is no Reka coffee in this place, which is bad news.”
（*… ...Hmph! ! You make everything so complicated and mess up everyone’s mind.)
"What's the benefit?" Lamizane couldn't help but laugh. In the eyes of Talos and the others who had just walked in to prepare a report and take a closer look at the real original body, the Midnight Ghost revealed its sharp teeth like a shark. , using a smile without emotion to greet his descendants when they meet again after ten thousand years.
"This is the benefit." The body of the Eighth Legion's original body walked forward and touched the exquisite colorful reliefs depicting the achievements on the fearless body - Lamizane, as a hammer man, can quite understand Dietrian Unwilling to give up such a hand-painted limited edition chess piece that I worked so hard for... the mood of the sarcophagus - and at the same time unlocked the shackles on Fearless's limbs, "Aren't you happy? You are obviously very happy - what does this smell like? ? Weird... fishy smell of rain? "
(*(very impatient tone) You don't have to worry about such small things!...I admit that you changed some trivial details, but you can't Change the final result, this is how I see it, they will also happen like this, and end like this)
The inside of the fearless made some clicking sounds like gears or bullet chains sliding, Lami Zane. It felt like the other person might have cleared his throat nervously.
"My Lord. If I knew that you would be the one to pick me up in the afterlife, I should have found a chance to die more heroic and unrecyclable."
The tall, pale and haggard human figure nodded towards the war giant in front of him, his interest visibly increased. (*…I insist that your taste for playing house is no better than mine.)
“There’s progress, a lot of progress, you’re even starting to know that playing house is a It’s a fun activity, very good.”
(*You...you are really inexplicably optimistic! It’s as inexplicable as your scene beautification!)
War Philosopher The chassis motor roared and operated. Although Fearless did not have the joints to bend over, the Terran veteran still insisted on saluting, and also skillfully ignored the strange words that his Highness just said.
"Oh, then you are really in the right world. Do you know where this is?"
"My data system has not been connected to the database for update. I don't know, my master."
"This is Thessaguarsa, Macarion."
For the first time since he woke up, the fearless and loud voice was obviously silent - it can even be said to be shrinking. one time. "It seems that I may have really come to the world after death. Nostramo is destroyed, so we can only get together here? My Lord, I must say that so far everything is much better than I thought. "
Talos shifted his weight to the other foot, and the subtle friction sound of ceramic steel made Markarian, who had been focusing on the recovered original body, finally notice him.
"Talos!" he shouted, "Oh my God, little Talos, you are here too! And Charles, did you die with them? How did you die?"
Lamizane's face, which had been straining so hard, finally relaxed.
"Well, Macharion," he said, "we are not dead. And neither are you."
The roar of the Dauntless ceased, and the sensors on his sarcophagus flickered. .
"It was Dietrian who saved you and just tried to wake you up."
"But - you - I - once - witnessed -"
"Yes, the head of Nostramo's midnight ghost was cut off by the daughter of Callidus thousands of years ago. "The King of Night nodded calmly, "And in the castle where tens of thousands of my descendants live, under the witness of your officer corps."
Everyone in the hall. Trembling at the soul level at this horrific statement and the meaning behind it, some Night Lords, such as Talos and Markutian, clenched their weapons with shame and anger, while others were more vigilant. Muscles tensed, ready to attack or, more likely, flee.
“But, but, then you——”
“So what is in front of you now is.”
(*angry hiss)
"Your father, Konrad Curze."
(*Shame on you!!! You thief who steals other people's children!!! ! I will skin you alive! ! )