Chapter 328 I really want to live for another five hundred years
The Human Empire
The Far Eastern Star Territory (Ultima Segmentum)
The nearby tens of millions of kilometers are filled with dark voids A space
far away from any waterways and planets
"What is the amount collected today? Is it full in the cargo hold? Sigh..."
Every sigh of the Gene Father seemed to be a soul torture that hit Talos Valcolan's heart.
This is Midnight who is extremely proficient and good at cutting a complete living person into a living network of blood vessels, nerves, organs and things that have no bones and muscle tissue and can howl for a long time before dying. The lord has never had so much time to think about guilt and guilt in the past few centuries, and now he feels like he is being overwhelmed, suffocated, and swallowed by this feeling every moment.
But he was completely different from when he arrived in Thessaguarsa.
What if he was desperate and confused at that time, pulled here by the prophecy, and saw everyone leaving before him? It was even a happy ending for the lords' last remnants to remain together at their father's burial place.
But the Lord of the Night miraculously returned to the human world.
Everything is getting better.
Ciel did not die in the scene of his first vision.
I didn’t die in the real-life gang-hopping for the second time.
They have more and better logistics personnel, servants and equipment, as well as precious fresh water and food - although the Night Lords can choose to eat some slaves, if they have to choose fresh amino acid oatmeal Along with the triglyceride curds flavored with fruit juice, as well as the Primarch's strict orders and hand-made cakes and biscuits, you also have to choose to eat some food from the past. Without Talos's order, a large number of invitations to murder duels will come to the unknown person. Fun guy until he corrects or, more likely, ends.
Both Sirion and Ursus were visibly recovering from the corruption that had crept into their bodies and sought to penetrate their minds.
Loufrix and his Weeping Eye raptors have not been abandoned by their father - although everyone now knows that they may have been - by their past encounters and the curse that the Eighth Legion once suffered. It has become a kind of existence that is hard to say alive, but the raptors don't care now. They are happy every day, and the food has changed from the viscera and flesh of the Astartes to the special ones of Valier and Dietrian. Prepared food, because the food in the physical universe alone can no longer completely keep them healthy.
The first harvest season on Thesaguarsa has passed, and every day, when the Thunder Eagle carrying the five-flowered and speechless Jaan Zal - known to the people on the ground as " When the "Rain-Bringing Bird" slowly flew over the planned new reclamation route, the Eighth Legion's cheers, praises and affirmations of their honor were all thrown at them as if they were free of money.
Under this situation, Talos saw no need to give up. He had never had such a clear goal. He wanted to live. He wanted to combine the history of the Legion with the real The meaning of fear is passed on to the next generation of new blood. He does not want to die. He also wants to accompany the father of genes to conquer the star sea, just like ten thousand years ago, let every planet surrender to the arrival of the Night Lord.
And.
Building—a word he had chewed many times in his room—their new home.
Now when he went to accept the genetic examination and treatment that he was originally unwilling to accept, Valier, who had always been calm, seemed to have become the most irritable among them.
Every time he heard about a new mission assigned to him, his murderous intention seemed to be real. Now the mantra on his lips is "I am an Apothecary! Apothecary Astartes! No." Damn the sages of plants and agriculture!”
And if the father of genes added lazily at this time, “Oh, they are all seeds, and studying genetic seeds is also a seed, and so is studying crop seeds. Seeds." Then the perfectly alert black-and-white long-haired cat echoed "Meow--" at the right time, and they were able to watch Valier's transformation from rage to collapse to "You can't do this to me! I'm a legion!" "I'll do my best!", but fortunately this did not affect his medical skills. It's just that the current situation is still not optimistic... Although the abnormal activity of Talos's gene seeds sometimes begins to decline, and is even better than before according to tracking, it is still developing slowly and eroding other parts of Talos's organs. Lieer suspects that the current suppression he has obtained is not the result of pharmaceutical treatment, but some kind of radiation affected by subspace, so what is it...
"Taros?"
The soul hunter's thoughts of reminiscence were interrupted, "My lord?"
"Come and take a look at this." The approaching alarm light was flashing, and at the same time the bee The buzzer is notifying the bridge that a target large enough to trigger an alarm is approaching.
"As you wish, my lord."
Following the prophet's movements and steps, the servo motors of the power armor painted in midnight and lightning colors hummed slightly, and now they heard It looks completely different from the poor maintenance, mismatched patchwork and the sour and stale feeling caused by aging. Although I am still not convinced, this set of Terminators originally belonged to members of the 18th Legion. The machine soul was fighting against Talos's original set of powerful machine souls. Each part came from fragments of power armor from a different chapter. "From the eyepiece color control to the soles of the feet, who could take the first step? They fought for eight hundred rounds and then I can’t fight anymore and decided to call a truce!” (Ditrian said his young apprentice told him) So far, working for him has been pretty good.
He walked to the console directed by the increasingly lazy Lord of the Night, and two officers in cleanly starched old navy uniforms respectfully made room for him.
"This is... an Imperial Navy ship belonging to the Pseudo-Emperor, my lord. Its firepower and tonnage are inferior to ours, but their sensors are trying to scan our loyalty codes and keel codes."
"Oh. Did they send a communication signal?"
"Yes, my lord."
"Put on the audio channel and let's see what they say."
"As ordered, Ms. Communications, connect us."
With the slight crackling of the access signal, an Imperial Navy officer sounded on the bridge with deep suspicion but still remained very cautious. and a polite voice, "Rogue Trader cruiser Star of Bethlehem? Your keel code sequence is not in our identification library. Which dynasty do you belong to?"
"Yes." The Lord of the Night raised his hand. , suppressing the black and white cat in his arms that started to jump up and explode, and at the same time gave Talos a wink. The latter didn't understand very well but immediately closed his mouth.
Then during the conversation on the communication channel, Talos's eyes were opened.
I really have to live another five hundred years.
he thought.
(End of this chapter)