Chapter 301 Lord of the Night·Dafashen…………
Gan!
Lying in the largest, best and strongest (?) room on the Cursed Echo, beneath me was a pile of the best fabrics that the Night Lords could find on this ship in an emergency search (absolutely No weird leather! Even tanned ones! Hey! Thick mats made of hair! ), with a pillow under her head made from her own shawls and other small parcels, donated by Octavia.
Originally, one hour and fifty-three minutes ago, the silhouette of a handsome, noble and powerful man who had everything under control left the bridge and became a legend. Kang should have fallen asleep immediately due to relaxation and exhaustion. Mr. Rad Lamizane Coates is now lying on the floor in a peaceful posture of the dead - two black eyes full of bloodshot eyes are looking at something that is dyed dark brown and dark gray. The ceiling is wide open.
Gan!
"You can't sleep here at all!!!!"
(*What can't you sleep on? This is much safer, cleaner and more comfortable than any other street or cave in Nostramo. I think You are just hypocritical! Aren't you very sleepy? )
"...You are one of the least qualified people in this universe to call others hypocritical. Okay. Besides, this place is too uncomfortable for me. Isn't it strange that I can't sleep on my bed? - And I went to bed without even taking a shower! Ahhhhh, I didn't feel anything after being nervous, but now I feel itchy all over again. Are there little bugs crawling at the roots of your hair? You should take a shower before going to bed!"
(*I have already seen it, and there is no original body-level water for you to wash it. A thorough hot bath, and you said you’d take it twice! You’re definitely not sleepy enough.)
“I’m very sleepy, but that’s fine even if I feel like there are bugs crawling on my body. Even if I die, I have to open my eyes. The lack of hot water is not the reason why You and Talos suggested to catch hundreds of people on the ground and take a steaming bath!”
(*Then you don’t want to send a Thunderhawk down to requisition their fresh water! It will definitely be quick to let Dietrian use a plasma fusion reactor to boil some water for you.)
“That’s not a freshwater lake. Or rivers, this place doesn’t have that kind of resource. That’s the only source of food for everyone down there, recycled water from the hydroponic farm!”
(*touching hypocrisy, considering you’re using a The identity of the Primarch is even worthy of praise, so why don't you send someone to the cruiser you just captured (a sneer) to see the rest of the poor things Guilliman disciplined with his rigid and hypocritical dogma. No, but 99% of the time they will bring the required amount of ammunition, food, and fresh water. Since they only fought for one round, they must still have a lot of resources)
"...Ah this... Right...?"
(*You led the hunting group to victory, but you forgot that the winner can enslave others and plunder everything at will, right? It seems that you are indeed too protected. Well, you have eaten too much, you have never been hungry, you have never been pushed to the end of the road, so that you have not engraved in your bones the habit of eating and destroying prey as soon as possible at any time)
Curze's voice sounded subconsciously filled with a hint of happiness and confidence. It was obvious that there was a Primarch here who had his tail raised because he could finally educate an arrogant dove nester without being embarrassed, but... Little did he realize that he had begun to take over the job of worrying about others.
Lami Zain seemed hesitant to speak, "I can't say that...I think...but forget it, let's not talk about it for now, then I will..."
(*But in the end, you still remembered to assign the task to Talos and Markarian. Now go with them to get what you want. What are you waiting for?)
"Okay, okay, you are right. Yes, I’ll go right away.”
(*Humph, of course, I’m right.)
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Loufrix actually still remembers the moment when he led the first batch of blades from the 11th company to climb the wall of Terra Palace.
The former commander of the 11th Company, and now the leader of the Bloody Eye Raptor Sect has not forgotten those glory or the past.
But when year after year, the erosion of life in the Eye of Terror and warp flight caused him and his brothers to even lose the ability to stand and walk on two feet, a creature crawled on all fours and lived. The "Midnight Lord" has deformed claws, and has a narrow skull and a sharp-toothed kiss that makes his speech blurry. Obviously, the "Midnight Lord" has no qualifications to brag about these things to others.
But deep down, do he and his blood-eyed raptors really not care at all? Obviously not.
The specific manifestation is that Lou Frix has never taken off his helmet in front of others, and he is determined not to take off their power armor before this sacrifice ceremony.
Although all of them who were personally selected by the Lord of the Night were brought to the navigator's throne and tied with restraints, they knew that in this victory planned by the Lord of the Night himself, sacrifices were needed. And the time has come to offer blood to their master. This is not a rare event in the operation of the Eye of Terror - but Lou Frix was surprised to find that although he did not want to die at all, he still had it in his heart. He breathed a sigh of relief and accepted his fate with surprising calmness.
——After all, even if the Eighth Legion can be unified and reorganized under the night, the "human" who has been corrupted by the energy of the Supreme Sky to the point where he does not even have a basic human form still wants to be noble. It is indeed not appropriate for the Lord of the Night to continue to serve. Lufrix even felt his two hearts twitching together when he thought about the hatred that their genetic father might show towards him——
Cruel battles, hunting, and flesh and blood can fill the belly, but they cannot fill the insatiable emptiness in the soul.
Endless hunger and thirst gape like an abyss in front of their destiny, hungry, greedy and joyful, ready to feed on their reason.
My Lord, it’s better to end it like this...
But just when he ordered the other Blood Eyes to give up resistance and prepare to dedicate their souls and strength to the victory before the Father of Genes was crowned again -
"Gu! Ciel! No! You can't-!"
"Be honest, Lufrix, don't force me to use force." Their warband champion, the invincible Charr, stepped on a skillfully. With one foot, he began to peel off the blood-eyed leader's power armor, and the other restrained raptors also struggled fiercely when they saw this situation, but their thruster backpacks had been removed in advance, and the struggle without wings was just movement. Very big.
"Serion! Come and help me before you tie yourself up! Otherwise it will be too late."
"No problem." The Midnight Lord's adjutant, who had already taken off the Weeping Lightning helmet, walked over, " I've been curious about what's inside their armor for a long time..."
"Father doesn't allow us to videotape or record it in any form." There was a hint of warning in Charles's voice.
"Of course, of course, oh... the blood of the false emperor is above, he is even more alienated than I thought..."
Being followed one after another in Loufrix Before he passed out after his soul siphon drained the supreme power of heaven from his body, he sincerely regretted why he didn't take the Blood Eyes to disembowel him when he discovered that Sirion's faith had been eroded and changed.
(End of this chapter)