Chapter 313 Latte is coffee, and coffee is also latte
Tick tock.
The first drop of blood fell.
Taros's eyes were closed tightly, and the eyeballs under his eyelids were trembling at high speed.
He is watching.
The prophet of the Eighth Legion was watching, looking at all the people he had brought to Thesa Guarsa.
He saw them fall one after another, and one after another meet the uncomfortable ending.
Although for people like them, these endings don't seem to be...the worst.
Once again, once again he saw the final images of the members of the First Claw fighting their alien foes.
First came the Charr, the Invincible Charr, the Mighty Charr. He once again saw his best brother, the strongest warrior among them - perhaps in the false empire of the wights, he Will become a famous champion, meet his end or continue to fight in false but dazzling glory - but he fell in the phantom of glory that he longed for in his heart. Only one person knows his legend, his name No one will praise him, he is the first.
Sirion was the second, but his death was by no means in line with the ending that anyone who knew him would have in his impression of the man who always said hello with a smile. The Smiling Lord died of the alien's sorcery flames and was killed by those who The abominable witch was burned into a charred corpse in the armor in inhuman pain. The prophet saw that she was still crawling forward in the direction of the enemy, and she was still holding him tightly in her outstretched hand. of bolters.
Valier and Selion are not friendly and have no intersection. It can even be said that they hate each other. However, after the witch fire of the banshee devoured Selion, it was full of passion with a kind of black cruel humor. And quickly embraced Valier, the cruel skinner, master of anatomy and pharmacist. When he was finally burned to death, he was holding not a weapon, but a first aid tool.
Makutian, the rare noble and loyal man among them, their poet and heavy-armsman, fought to protect his brothers from the howling alien kalshiels. Leaving behind the gun that had lost its explosive shells, he did not run away, but chose to pull out his combat dagger and guard his brothers until the skinny witches tore him into pieces with their slender curved blades until he fell. He didn't even take a step back.
Loufrix - Ah, Lufrix, the commander of the Eye of Weeping Blood, the rotting corpse of the long-dead Eighth Army's past flying dreams, he and his raptor blood relatives are here Over the ruins of the Dark City, those abominable creatures with pointed ears screamed and fought with each other. Those creatures had huge wings on their shoulder blades and held sharp long blades in their hands, bleeding the scarred raptors until they They fell to the ground, but those hateful alien birds were also torn apart by the bloody eyes' desperate counterattack. The black and red blood of humans and aliens sprayed on the ground like raindrops, regardless of each other.
Usas, Ursus, Talos saw it clearly this time, Ursus, poor Ursus, the once extremely alert Ursus, Talos’s intuition was right, he still He did not offer his loyalty to any Chaos Supreme, but the mark that was unknowingly and forcibly planted by the Eye of Terror has penetrated deeply into his flesh and blood. When he fell, he was still trying to say something that could no longer be said. My sincere apologies and gratitude...Thank Talos for trusting him...
Yes, yes, raindrops, it started to rain. The cold rain slapped his cheeks mercilessly. There were so many killings mixed in this sudden heavy rain that was like crying, so that the heavy rain seemed to fall from the sky. Scarlet blood... rain...? Is there such a big drop of blood...?
Wait a minute, scarlet... airdrop pod...? More scarlet...Thunderhawk...the one at the front...is that his Dark End...? Septimus? Octavia? ! How dare he disobey his master's last order! Octavia should have been escorted by Dietrian and Valier, and Talos and the others would attract alien attacks on the ground. Then they could take the opportunity to commit suicide on the Cursed Echo with the last seeds and new blood. Escape from here in the huge disturbance caused by hitting the ground...
No.
Valer? Didn't he just see Valier already...
He blinked, and the image of the second sight changed? Talos had never experienced an immediate change during the same omen sight, it was like having hot milk poured into a cup of black Reca coffee that was about to be consumed - why this metaphor?
Which future is going to happen? This was nothing like what he had seen before when he finally ended up alone and faced death...
Completely different futures were playing out faster and faster in front of him, like a cruel lottery wheel, and the price of mistakes was The difference between life and death, he had to make it stop and determine the correct one, so that he could give enough warning to his original body and brothers after waking up.
Reinforcements...?
But every time, he is the last one left.
Every time he saw the ending, he watched everyone die, and the last one was left to be killed alone.
There is no warrior leader.
Weapons without sharp edges. There are no prophets of the future.
Reinforcements...?
In this forgotten edge of the galaxy, who will save a group of declining people who are unwilling to commit themselves to the Black Legion and vow to avenge the Throne of Lies?
His eyes grew dry and ached as he saw the gleaming winged skulls gleaming against ceramite and adamantine.
"Listen. My son. Talos, the hunter of souls." An unusually familiar voice sounded faintly beside him. "There is no doubt. Even the future foreseen by me is not unchangeable."
Taros's lips trembled, almost shrinking, "My father, King of the Night, even your prophecy Can it also be changed? "
"Well... although I don't want to admit it, it is true after watching too many operations of a certain weirdo. Even if I know the process, there are still too many operable parts. Well - well, shit, I think, they can indeed be manipulated under the general premise - the guy told me that Reca coffee can be Reca latte after adding milk, but Reca latte. Why isn’t iron a kind of Reka coffee?”
A vivid emotion that had never been seen before surged into the prophet’s soul, and he turned his head excitedly—the Lord of the Night was not as tall as he expected. The noble body - that shining thing is the crown of night, but what is that black and white mass -
With an exasperated gasp and a claw thrust forward, Talos fell once more into sweet darkness.
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The awareness of the surroundings and the familiar temperature inside the power armor began to slowly return to the soul hunter’s body.
But who is this? …Who is pushing the cradle?
Who...
He opened his eyes.
The familiar light red eyepiece field of view appeared as always, but the noise spots and disturbing dark blocks disappeared, and the dome of the ancient ruins clearly appeared on his retina.
He was lying on a broad back, swaying with the vibration of his walking feet, like a child in a cradle.
"Company Commander? Markarian? Is that you?"
"I'm here. Your fever has just gone away. Please lie down for a while, Talos."
"Primarch..."
"Father is with me. Praise the Lord of the Night."
"..."
"Talos? Still feeling bad? Do you need me to call Valier?”
“No, no, war philosopher,” the prophet of the Eighth Legion said sincerely, “I’m very good, very good, don’t let the pharmacist come. Uncover my helmet ”
(End of this chapter)