Chapter 317 The clever and studious Conrad
The philosopher of war is leading a unique tactical team in the tunnels of the catacombs, advancing at a warning speed - although he insists that he alone is enough to carry out the confrontation The ears hunt without other members.
But the Night Lord's will cannot be shaken - the team he leads is composed of a wonderful combination: a sacred fearless elder of the Night Lords Legion, the most powerful First Claw of the Tenth Company of the Eighth Legion warrior, an Origin Chapter company champion who has not yet reached fifty solar years, a Origin Chapter veteran lieutenant who looks like he wants to slash the two Night Lords with his weapon at any time, and a The trembling female slaves were specifically brought up from the lower slave deck of the Cursed Echo, and then were stuffed into this powerful combination in a daze.
They walked in silence for a while in the darkness, until the little member who was temporarily added began to hug herself tightly because of the cold air here, and the weak flashlight beam in her hand swayed in the darkness here. long.
"Didn't they provide you with more warm clothes? Mortal."
The two Origin Chapter members continued to advance with their fingers on the triggers, but their ears perked up.
"No, Master, I mean, I don't know why I was sent here." She sounded like she was trying not to cry, "Maybe it's some kind of punishment, but I swear, I'll finish it All the work! I'm not lazy, I'm still useful!"
Sergeant Aeneas snorted at the cruelty behind these words, and Ptolemion looked at the mortals. The women were even more at a loss. As for Ciel, he just raised his chain saw sword with both hands and moved his neck bones.
The fearless walk was sufficient to follow the footsteps of others thoughtfully amid the roar, "No need to call me master, mortal, I am not anyone's master. So, what is your name? If you are being The original body chose it personally, so your name must be known to us."
The two Imperial Space Marines - although they already almost know what kind of incredible existence their cruiser and themselves were ultimately. The captives will still be deeply shocked by the words uttered from Fearless's mouth, and at the same time they will inevitably think of the temple on distant Macragge - my father Guilliman! Your great enemy has returned to the world! We miss you so much...
"Okay, Master. I am Malona." The slave replied tremblingly, "Primarch? I'm sorry, my master, what is Primarch?"
Although the curse has recently unfolded on the Echo Her efforts to clean the lower decks and restore order to the living quarters had been successful, but she was still used to the old names, and the news that new Astartes had been added here was not too unfamiliar to her.
"...a myth." The strange sound came from the depths of Markarian's steel coffin again. Now the other three Space Marines already know that it is actually the fearless elder who is laughing, "He Once it could only be a legend, but now he is a man who has returned to us and led us anew."
"I don't know, Master. I'm cold and can't see anything clearly." Marona answered, but Ciel received the instructions from the War Philosopher and took down the roll of blankets from behind Markarian and handed it to the slave worker.
“Here.” His voice was distorted through the breathing grid into something weird and terrifying, but Marona, who had been working on the lower deck of the Night Lords war gang ship, was used to it, and she hurriedly wrapped her arms in tears of gratitude. Blanket, stammering a promise that she would try to keep up with them and not be a burden to them.
The two Astartes from the Origin Chapter continued to remain silent.
Suddenly, Marona raised her head, "Many voices, many whispers, Master." "What?" "I didn't see a clear target." The other three Astartes stood alertly Raising their weapons, the surrounding darkness still enveloped the ruined hall silently, seeming to choose people to eat.
Only the War Philosopher has begun to rotate his waist and prepare the weapon on his right arm, the muzzle of the storm bolter pointing in the direction where the slave worker noticed.
"The alien is approaching us, prepare to fight."
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(*I said... the team members you specially selected for Markarian... are too weird.)
"Is it weird? It's nothing weird. I can tell you before Talos starts contacting the Phoenix Lord. First of all, you see, as long as Marona and Markarion are operating in the catacombs, then we will It can guarantee that Markarian will survive and be able to successfully walk to the ground in the end. Therefore, as long as Markarian partners with her, this is what will happen no matter what the process is, and Markarian only needs to ensure that after urgently upgrading the body. If you survive, you can probably support and protect others."
(*Indeed, if it is based on this idea, I accept it. What about Ciel?)
"Ciel should have been there. He died a few months ago, so his fate is now like a rootless tree. The slightest shock will become very difficult, but the battle here in Talos will definitely involve the Eldar gods, which is too fragile for his future. The fate of the rest of the Origin Chapter should have been cut off a long time ago, so we can't make things worse. Although the victory paths of other Fierce Claws have been arranged by you and me, they are still not as reliable as Markarian and Malona's team. , so I placed him in the path of Macharion."
(*This... is really complicated and cumbersome, and you have to be careful. How can it be so troublesome to choose the fastest and most direct ending... Then why bother adding those two pseudo-emperor lackeys to the team?)
< br> "The Children of Origin are now our precious... human resources, okay? Do you want to write a census statistical report that can fill five hundred data pads by yourself? - First of all, the path of Char and Ptolemyon In fact, there is a very close and important cross-link - the way of their death - few links can exceed this point, so the addition of Ptolemion is inevitable. They are destined to die at the hands of each other, but if They became teammates——"
(*!! So that's it. This creates the paradox of 'these two people will not die at the hands of others' to fight against the enemy and protect Ciel's fate. . )
“Bingo, look, what a smart and studious piggy Conrad! Great question, it’s been a pleasure explaining these arrangements to you! Any more questions?”
(*...(gasp)...I admit that the first three candidates you chose are very meaningful, so why does Aeneas, who smells like the candle next to the throne of lies, become the third one? Five people? He doesn’t have a deep bond with the others, right?)
"Wrong." Lamizane raised his first finger in the empty secret room. "First of all, Sergeant Aeneas originally died indirectly at the hands of Talos. Their metaphor was that 'the prophet of the Eighth Legion personally cut off another option.' Although according to the original path, Talos actually had no choice. Because there should be no existence of you and me on his path. Therefore, the ancient omen of "Aeneas sailing to bring the establishment of a new kingdom to the final destination" is fundamentally illusory and cannot be realized. But now let's come. So..."
(*...It was originally a very empty and false illusion, but now it sounds a little bit realistic, so what about the second point?)
" The second point..." Lamizane showed a kind smile, "Speaking of this, Conrad, if you have the opportunity to return to the Destiny Steel, I should send you to read some ancient history works. This will be helpful to you. You are very, very beneficial. As I said, what best allows you to control your talents is the logic of learning and knowledge.”
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(End of Chapter)