Chapter 316 Change It
The lightning that cut through the sky once again illuminated the lifeless, gray earth and ruins.
The rain pours on the torn boundary of nothingness, and waves of roaring and curling white mist rise, as if the real universe is still reluctantly "rejecting" the arrival of a certain existence.
When "she" completely walked out of the void of nothingness.
The toes of the combat boots encountered real matter for the first time, and a smell of chemical burning transpired in the air.
Elegantly, she stretched out her slender arms to push open the curtain. Her waist was wrapped in a sparkling black tights, and some kind of silver metal armor perfectly covered every part of "her" along the curves. An inch of muscle, as she began to slightly turn the silver death mask that had been engraved to forever preserve the appearance of the howling Eldar woman, the ends of the extremely plump, tall and long black hair on the back of her head also trembled. stand up.
The Daughter of War holds an extremely long weapon in one hand, with a dangerous alien technology force field blade, and an even weirder weapon in the other hand. It has three blades that seem to be spinning. The sharp blade was an afterimage of the blade, forming a hollow three-blade vortex. Its sharp blade was not quenched, but burned with a weirder black flame, ancient, deadly and twisted.
In Lufrix's helmet vision, she stood there, seemingly a little surprised for a second.
But soon, as the red gems on her body flickered, Lord Phoenix, the howling banshee of the Eldar Tribe, nodded and began to run quickly towards a certain part of the ruins—— It couldn't be considered running. She was so light and inhuman. When she took steps, her toes didn't even touch the dust on the ground.
She was almost constantly flickering, or dissipating, or sinking into the ground of the ruins like a ghost, searching for the dead souls whose blood she was destined to drink this time.
The commander of the Eye of Weeping Blood licked his lips. Each of them now had some bright gems in their pockets that those pointed ears liked to wear. He could feel that he wanted to devour those ones that would make cries. The desire that was like a stone in his stomach suddenly reminded him of the three days and three nights he had been tortured by those bad cousins who handed him over to the Prince of Darkness after the siege of Terra.
“You can’t eat it.” Lufrix regained his thoughts and ordered to his brothers, “These trophies must be dedicated to father.”
Gurgling hissing. Voices of approval came from behind their demonic skull helmets.
"Sure enough, this 'thing' came exactly as my father predicted. My brothers, my birds of prey, have you cleaned up all the prey flying in the sky?"< br>
"Gugu... yes, Lufrix, we are all here. Volosha was a little injured, and Zeke's injury was a little more serious, but according to father's instructions, Gugu Gaga... "The talking raptor made a hoarse and unpleasant sound, as if laughing.
"Hiss... these pointed-eared birds just threw themselves into a trap. I jumped from the ambush position on one's back, impaled him and tore the other one apart. I could hear it... hiss... They screamed in disbelief. "
"Avedominusnox!" The Raptor Commander was satisfied with the answer he heard. He nodded, and the thrusters behind him made a buzzing sound. "Then let me see. Look at the instructions written in the next file to see what we should do next..." From the distant tunnel, there was the sound of fierce firefights, the sound of bullets hitting stone or metal armor, the exchange of power weapons or other weapons. There was a sound of banging, but there were no obvious war cries or insults. Both sides of the war were silent, but still deadly.
Lami Zane and Konrad Coze, who were reclining on the soft couch and slowly recovering, opened their eyes in two worlds at the same time.
“Here she comes.”
(*He is coming.)
The black-haired demigod whispered, there was no guard around him.
This is a temporarily excavated chamber in the deepest part of the catacomb system, formed approximately two standard hours ago.
Although it is called "catacombs", there are only a few "catacombs" in the entire building system. Most of the rooms had their own specialized purposes tens of thousands of years ago, and the corridors and tunnels between them The already silent defense facilities escaped the storm on the ground and still stayed quietly at the time when it was abandoned.
The fourteen raptors of the Weeping Eye sect, together with their commander, all seven Talons of the Eighth Legion here (the First Talon has only six people by convention) and an entire company (actually There are ninety-nine (because their captain's position is always vacant) of the Third Company Space Marines of the Origin Chapter who were sent, voluntarily or involuntarily, to guard the "Soul Hunter" Talos Valcoran.
It is said that after reading these list combinations, the Lord of the Night once said something that no one could understand, such as "You are really hot, look at these wonderful numbers - you are worthy of being the number one in the galaxy after the 41st millennium." Show knowledge." and so on.
As for Talos himself, as the known focus and only target of this attack, as well as a special bait appointed by their genetic father, he was asked by his worried brothers to put on their best set of masters. Terminator armor (thanks to the selfless "gift" of the Salamanders Chapter), holding Markarian's relic bolter in one hand, the melta gun that Dietrian collected for him in the other, and carrying his Olumkin The sword - well - the Lord of the Eighth Legion laughed for a full three minutes after seeing how carefully armed they were for him - and then said with a sullen face, "It's best to add a hood and cloak to him" and so on. Strange request.
Then he began to walk in strict accordance with the route and direction prescribed by the father of genes in the underground tomb passages, defense settings and various halls with an area of nearly ten kilometers and more than ten floors above and below.
“Talos, this originally tragic and tragic complex battle will become very simple and very boring, but it doesn’t matter, I believe that the new result can develop to the point where it will not lose to the original one - the original one, To be honest, I don't like it. I don't like the fate that the real Eighth Legion was led to." He raised his black eyes and stared at his heir.
"So try to help me change it. Talos."
Before the battle actually started, while accompanying the Night King to watch the simple sensor map, the smile on the face of the Eighth Primarch almost made Talos feel the real fear he had never felt before in his heart: That was not like ten thousand years. The sadness and reverence for the end that I felt when I saw my father gradually entering death and decay was not the helplessness and anger I felt due to witnessing all the chaos and blasphemy in the Eye of Terror and the Iris of Hell; The overwhelming and sheer terror that arises when someone is weaving their predetermined destiny for some fellow truly intelligent beings.
"As you wish, Father, Avedominusnox!"
(End of Chapter)