Chapter 298 Crowning with the Crown


Chapter 298 The Crowning

(*So you are telling me that after driving me to use my cursed power, making my damn head spin, and then watching the whole thing, you have to The conclusion is that we must find a way to take down the ship that wants to kill us all within today, intact and without any casualties, just because its damn name is Crowned? )

"Why are you so excited? Yes, that's right. By the way, not only because of its name, but also because its captain is named Aeneas. - I I just explained to you the relationship between the two. "

(*This... This is just some coincidence, not a metaphor for omen, and cannot be used as a basis for action! - And Van Drode is not here. Here, if there is him, then maybe)

"Fandroder? Talos has reported his ending before, and let me tell you, the ending is actually not bad - besides, you don't know what everyone should do. What are you doing? You just don't want to know them one by one, right? It seems that if you had an interview with Scalywok at that time, you would at least know a lot about Nostramo's poisoning. It’s not just his people, it’s also counterproductive to the use of your talent. To be honest, I feel like there must be some subspace villain trying to harm you.”

The children of Midnight listened silently to the Night King's soliloquy. When these names were mentioned, many of them moved their bodies uneasily.

(*...You wait, you wait! When I get my body back, I will use the most violent and delicate techniques to cut you into a thousand pieces! Let you live and howl for seven days and seven nights! (a high-pitched roar like a baby crying))

"It is indeed a very shocking threat. It sounds like even the hair on the tail is exploding. It is really a terrifying hair duster."

(*Bah!... If you can continue to let Macharion use his damn patience to coax that silly little brat, indeed, I have seen that after a while, you can trick them closer and then deceive them. But within today, intact and intact? If this whim of yours can succeed, then I won’t even pursue the abominable Leon and Sanguinius who deserve to be stuffed into the star and burned alive!)

"...Hua Huo, this is what you said."

(*(Alert hiss) What do you want to do?)

"Nothing." Lamizane turned his eyes to Talos aside.

After receiving the signal from the Gene Father, the Prophet stepped forward, ready to be dispatched. The First Claw surrounded him with silent and dark pride, forming a circle of claws around their father. With the night fortress decorated with bat-winged skull faces, the broken Imperial eagle emblem silently reflected the dim light of the dashboard on their worn-out breastplates that had been polished to a shine.

Now the "Midnight Ghost" is sitting high on the brand-new throne in the center of the bridge command deck of the Cursed Echo.

According to the highest instructions of the Lord of the Night, this deck has now been rewashed, arranged, and decorated with fear and fear by the slaves who were temporarily brought up from the lower deck. Rows of heads, human skins and corpse skeletons - including the half of an Astartes corpse that originally hung in the middle - that originally belonged to the Night Lord wizard Rune - were also removed.

The thick dirt and complex black mud on the steps and floor were carefully removed bit by bit with a shovel and detergent (from Dietrian's (forced) invention), and the dirt and non-burnable garbage shoveled out It was directly pushed into the atmosphere and burned up. People on the surface of the planet were surprised to see that for the first time in the gray sky that had been silent for ten thousand years, a little gold shone in Thesa Guasa.

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“She is coming, my lord.”

Lami Zane nodded, and then the Night Lords seemed to be carrying lightning The night parted like a curtain, revealing the mortal woman behind.

It can be seen that the slave navigator has tried his best to tidy up himself for this interview.

Her long hair was combed into a bun and covered with a headscarf, and the third eye on her forehead was covered with a black ribbon. Her uniform was still wrinkled and dirty, but it was better than that of most of the ship's crew - navigators always had privileges, and it was more likely that she hadn't been with them long enough.

Octavia stepped forward and made an elegant and ancient curtsy to the Lord of the Night with the etiquette of the Terran nobles.

"Your Highness. Eurydice of House Melvalion, Octavia (No. 8) of Master Talos, comes at your summons." She said, even though she looked very Nervous, but meticulous in movement.

It was at this moment that many people who witnessed this scene truly and suddenly realized that there was indeed a person with an identity sitting on this high bronze throne.

All the mortal officers on the bridge, no matter what style and color of uniforms they wear, some are the old and shabby uniforms of the legion, and some are the red clothes of the slave officers of the Red Pirates, they all look the same at this moment. The extraordinarily awe in my heart is not fear or fear, but respect for the living and powerful proof of the glorious existence of the human empire thousands of years ago.

"Very good," the pale demigod nodded to her, "The people on Terra will never know what a precious treasure they gave away casually, the eighth sequence, the eighth daughter, the eighth slave. Talos of the Eighth Legion."

"My Lord."

"This slave of yours will serve me now."

The dark eyes turned to the trembling but firmly standing navigator girl, "Well, if you don't say anything secretly, I now need you to guide this ship to complete an ultra-short subspace jump. You can check the specific parameters from Obtain it from the Master of the Oracle and the Mistress of Communication, and after the jump, use your channel ability to release a directed psychic storm to paralyze them. Talos, Valier, and Dietrian will assist you."


"Your Highness..." Octavia was obviously at a loss, "I have never tried doing this... this... maybe I can try to knock out their navigator through guidance..."

"It's everyone on that ship. Including the ship, mortals, officers and Astartes." The Night King's tone was calm and certain. Talos felt his eyelids beating wildly under his helmet, "Your soul The energy reserve will almost certainly be insufficient, but don’t worry, your ability and responsibility lie in guiding without interference.”

The dark eyes turned to the lined-up Fierce Claws, with pink, red or blue reflected in their eyes. Colorful light, "We happen to have some things here that are not very clean but are rich in psychic nutrients, which are very suitable to be used as firewood for the Siren's Song we are about to perform."

"Your Highness... "Octavia looked like she was about to faint, "I..."

"If you do it, I will allow your child to choose whatever he wants in the name of the Lord of the Eighth Legion. The path he has chosen, and he will always be protected by me and the Legion.”

Talos and Sirion both looked extremely disapproving of the idea, but said nothing.

(*...Are you sure being 'protected by Conrad Curze and the Night Lords' is something to be proud of and fight for?)

But Curze's voice Disappeared quickly.

Because everyone saw it, a glimmer of light immediately returned to the navigator's eyes, sweat began to flow down her forehead, and the smell of fear was replaced by another smell.

She stroked her barely visible bulge.

"Yes." Lamizane promised, "Adequate nutrition, a stable environment, normal education, absolute protection, he can choose to be whatever he wants."

"He? Your Highness , is it...a boy?"

"Yes, a boy. A healthy boy."

Silent exclamations spread like ripples among the mortal crew. Far away, hope began to rekindle in the eyes of every old man.

Taros knew why this was. The reproduction of the crew on the Cursed Echo was always a problem, and plundering new slaves was not easy for the Broken Warband, which was becoming increasingly scarce and lacked basic equipment and resources. Unwilling The result of clinging to the Black Legion, the Red Corsairs, or any of the Chaos Powers is that they slowly decay and die.

The last and only Voidspawn to be successfully born during their wandering journey of hundreds or ten thousand years had just died in a Blood Angels raid.

And now they have news of a new baby, and he is predicted by their monarch to be born and grow up healthily.

"I know." The navigator raised her head, her eyes became determined, "I will do it. Your Highness."

"Very good." They saw a pale man A smile appeared on the face of the Night Lord, almost no one realized that he was dressed in rags, and the Cursed Echo enjoyed the feeling of being controlled by a powerful helmsman again after ten thousand years.

“The crown of night has been lost long ago. So, let’s start from here and let the crown brought by Aeneas crown me.”

(End of this chapter)

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