Chapter 299 There has never been such a truth in the world
After everything was ordered in an orderly manner by a soft but firm voice, the bridge lights of this dark ship were turned on again for combat considerations. Light up.
The Night Lords waiting here put on their helmets silently, so that their pure black eyes, which were accustomed to darkness and extremely sensitive to light, could enter the field of vision of the soft light red power armor.
As many mortal technical officers and servants as possible were urgently and roughly pulled from their shabby lairs or cabins in the lower habitation and slave decks, filling every seat in the multi-level command hall of the bridge. , in the eyes of the members of the 10th and 11th companies who are familiar with this place, this place has almost restored its bustling appearance ten thousand years ago when the Legion was still conquering new worlds in the void.
Many of the grey-haired mortal officers are still wearing the uniforms of the former Imperial Navy whose insignia have been removed, and some have replaced their dead predecessors, wearing their clothes, although many of their flesh has been lost due to the Eye of Terror. And the long-term effects of the Hell Iris are weird and twisted, but it does not prevent them from using their deformed fingers to once again start serving the Lord of the Eighth Legion for a new victory. Everyone has entered their command positions or begun to nervously supervise the servitors. key work of the group.
The Master of the Oracles loudly announced the distance, and the Navigator Hall responded that they would be ready in a few minutes for the first ultra-close warp jump.
To use an analogy with the case of Terra in the 2K period, it is probably that the Lord of the Night asked young navigators with no experience in void warfare to guide their severely damaged battleships to rush towards the new cruiser of the Origin Chapter. Carrying the souls of a whole ship of people, she prepared the subspace engine in less than an instant, propped up a Geller force field by herself, and then reopened a gap between reality and the supreme sky, just like A cat squeezes smoothly through a torn screen—and then proceeds to complete a scalpel-level void battle in the Barents Sea the next second.
Generally speaking, in any legion or warband, or in the navy, such an order is very likely to be questioned or even start a rebellion on the spot - just this kind of order in a galaxy full of planets and asteroids The order to conduct an ultra-close warp jump was enough to make people think that the captain was crazy and wanted to kill the navigator first and then throw the entire ship into the warp to feed the demons.
But when your captain is sitting on the command throne, Konrad Curze, who seems to be much sane, and he tells you this in his opinion in a clear and encouraging tone When it was definitely possible, well, everyone from the Broken Eagle warband, from Talos to the mutant slaves, felt warm in their hearts, and even the fingers that pushed the joysticks and buttons became a little stronger.
“Octavia.”
A slightly nervous but calm female voice came from the open mouth of the gargoyle sculpture on the bridge. "Your Highness."
"Dietrian reported that the reinforcement of the void shield has been temporarily completed, but they will not last long. I need you to start jumping when the void shield is raised."
"Yes, Your Highness, this jump will be very, very, very short. We need to cut off the power to the engine immediately before charging is completed. I-" The young mother seemed a little shaken again.
"Everyone is here on the bridge. They are all listening to you. You will guide them in the navigation hall. Octavia." The Night King's voice was like a soft dark dream, "Take us to the crown and crowning."
She sounded like she took a deep breath, and everyone heard the rustle of her clothes rubbing against the small tool and weapon bag on her belt. , it seemed that someone came to her side and held her hand.
"As you wish, Your Highness, this will be a very rare experience."
The Cursed Echo's thrusters began to roar silently.
——————Curse Echo’s hull groaned from excessive pressure, and the void trembled like a piece of colorful black jelly.
As Octavia said, the subspace engine was only activated for less than a second, and was not even fully charged at the end. There was still room for them at the rear of the ship. When I saw the back in the universe at the starting point, the head of the battleship had already begun to spit out from the reality curtain that was torn open tens of thousands of kilometers away.
The sensors of the Origin's crimson cruiser showed that she was smaller and newer than the Cursed Echo, and Dietrich could be heard as everyone on the bridge safely watched her glide through the black void. Bishop An made a sound similar to human praise.
“Navigation hall, report the status of the navigator.”
A man’s voice, as expected, answered the bridge on behalf of the navigator, “My Lord, please forgive me, Octavia She is vomiting, but she just said she is fine. "
"Take care of her, and the next step will be taken soon. Charles and Valier have brought the equipment and the soldiers I ordered to you. There, they will tell you what to do."
"Hail, Lord of the Night."
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(*How could you say that just now! What does it mean to crown me! I just want to dismember everyone who has heard this sentence here into the smallest pieces Throw it into the engine power furnace again!)
"You are really inexplicable. What is there to be angry about? Why don't you guys crown the soul in my head? And don't feed curse echoes casually. Let’s eat some strange organic fuel, okay?”
Dietrian, who was assisting with the power distribution, allocated 0.01% of his computing power to make an image of the Lord of the Night on his metal chrome mask. This is an expression of self-agreement.
(*No! Humph!)
"Let me see... well, this kind of astringent, sour-sweet... um is actually embarrassing? Good news, you will be embarrassed, but, um, I don't think it will be more embarrassing than those things you said before Let’s do it.”
(*Don’t keep talking about bad things in the past! - What you said just now sounds too high-sounding, like what a triumphant king who has been born in the sun would say, For example, that abominable Guilliman - it makes me feel uncomfortable as if there are lice from the Throne of Lies crawling on my skin)
"The metaphor is very progressive. But your idea is too strange. , don’t you think? I mean, when a person is born in the dark night and wakes up in the dark night, does it mean that he cannot say what the people in the sun say? Isn’t it possible for him to return in triumph and receive glory? Can’t you be the person who wears the crown? Can’t you rule openly or be allowed to live a happy life? - If you admit that we are all human beings, then there has never been such a thing in the world.”
Just after the Lord of the Eighth Legion began to whisper softly to himself on the bridge, I don’t know when, the mortals and mutants on the bridge tightened their faces, pursed their mouths, and looked like I have never been so focused on the matter or battle at hand. Each one blinked hard while trying to prick up one ear, pretending to be so focused that they didn't hear what the primarch said.
All human voices or sounds that were not entirely human voices disappeared for a while, only the ticking and mechanical reports of instruments and automatons still echoed.
(End of this chapter)