Chapter 360: Can’t we give you a few more save points along the way?


Chapter 360: Can’t we give a few more save points on the way?

“What is this? Some kind of conspiracy? A method of persecution by the enemy lurking into our defense lines to target my brothers? But if someone If you can lurk in and make him like this, why go to such trouble..."

After a while, he was frightened and pulled the Terra Guard and the commander-in-chief of the city defense "Rogal Dorn" to arrive. Kirill Hindman in the hidden headquarters fortress shook his head wildly at the questioner in utter terror.

In front of him stood a legend on earth, a banner of faith, an embodiment of beauty and ideals wearing golden armor, with wings on his back, and smelling of smoke and blood and fire - although other principles The body was unable to rush back immediately due to unstable communication, but Sanguinius, who was the closest and most agile, still managed to spare some time to rush over.

"I don't know! Sir! Sir!" The narrator's voice was filled with tears. "I just climbed up and thought...I just wanted to..."

"Calm down and speak slowly." The archangel's handsome face was even splattered with a few drops of blood from an unknown person that he had no time to wipe off. This symbol that alluded to the intensity of killing not only did not damage his brilliance, but made him wear There was a unique sense of cruel beauty, and a deep sadness fell on his eyebrows, "The last thing we need now is panicked prefaces and incoherent words."

The narrator nodded desperately, and then Taking long breaths and stammering as he struggled to make sense, Sanguinius walked over and tried to pat his brother who was getting very weird.

"Rogg? Are you okay?"

The other party did not speak, but just raised his head and glanced at him. This glance was like a severe blow to the chin of the invincible archangel. It was like a punch, and his whole body and his blond hair and white wings were swept back.

Because the Primarch of the Blood Angels raised his eyes to respond to him, it was a pair of things that he had never expected to see on the rock-like face of the Terran Praetorian. White-blue eyes shining with tears.

Those eyes were upright, kind, clear, shining with the original pure light, without the expectations, expectations, perseverance, unyielding, and unyielding that billions of people, officials, soldiers, Astartes and Primarchs and the Emperor needed at this moment. Instead of calm confidence and what lies behind it, there is only a child who is overwhelmed and swarmed here, aware that not only is he lost but that he has made a mistake because he cannot respond to people's expectations.

“This won’t work,” the archangel hissed, sucking in the air-conditioning. “Without Rogge as the commander-in-chief of the palace, we can’t organize the next defense well. Waldo... they reported that they have own cruel front to contend with, and Malcador replied that our father remained silent, and among us only Rogge could coordinate everything."

Then he and his surroundings were wary and sad. A low whimper of disapproval was heard from the Hussakal terminators surrounding them.

"I told you! I am not Rogal Dorn. This is a matter of the body. This is not what I should do!" The master control machine soul of the Iron Blood who is less than one year old muttered. Said, "I am Magnar Dorn! I am looking for my ship, my teacher, and Ramizane!"

——Satnain soon fell, and then It's the final wall, the throne room——

——The battle occurred everywhere, everything returned to nothingness and chaos, and in the end, darkness swallowed everything until——

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Magna· Dawn blinked on the abandoned high garden terrace.

The strange rain falling from the sky slapped his cheeks and lips again.

But this time he will not try to lick their taste again - before the end of many times before that made him stand here again, each experience can let Magna know More details he really didn't want to know.

For example, he now knows that the reason why the rain tasted so weird and bitter when he first appeared here is because the weather system inside the void shield is a temporarily established internal cycle - rain is not rain. , they are just sweat, urine, tears and blood that are breathed, used, circulated, spit out by the people under the protection of Aegis, and some of them are disinfected and then re-entered the circulation.

Just like this small world itself, stubbornly protected by SHIELD, it comes to an end in desperate self-consumption.

Magna walked sadly towards the path that was obscured by dense towering shrubs and vines, before Kirill Hindman, who was always there, made a surprised sound and slid down. Caught him - on several occasions, there may have been a slight error or delay in the timing of his conversation with Hindman. The narrator fell directly from a height of one thousand meters in surprise and accident, and hit the wall of the Western Barracks under the cliff. On the roof, a small red mist exploded into a rawhide pocket filled with a mixture of solid and liquid.

"My lord, how do you-" Magna Dorn sighed sadly again.

"Stop talking nonsense, there's no time." He said with a slightly uninterested tone, "Let's go to the headquarters first. We all have a lot to do in our respective positions."

“Yes, my lord.”

“By the way, Hindman.”

“My lord?”

“Please take the stairs on your way down.”

The reporter's expression turned into a smile due to a mixture of shame, a little confusion and a trace of surprise, "Don't laugh at me, my lord."

"In the face of this situation, you still have to learn to be yourself. Just entertain yourself," a helpless expression appeared on the face of the Terra Guard for a second, "If it were one of my mentors, he would say, that's it for now, let's eat first."

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Captain Martius, the Wall Commander of the Wall of Satnaion, is a neophyte—or, as Magnar Dorn more mechanically and accurately describes it, a "quickie." , he is one of the soldiers that the Imperial Fists have recently quickly recruited and created in order to supplement the far insufficient troops on Terra.

Right now, the company commander, who was appointed just eight days ago, is looking excitedly at the golden-armored god walking up the city wall.

"My lord! I am extremely honored..."

The golden-armored and white-haired original who had arranged everything and arrived pointed at his earphones and tiredly raised a fist to stop Matheus' excitement. Greetings, "Madius, put on your helmet and headphones immediately and turn on noise suppression."

He said to all the Astartes and soldiers who gathered around him.

"My lord?"

"At once! Everyone! Put on your helmet!"

The next second they complied with doubts, a sharp, piercing, loud and penetrating scream wave swept over from a distance, with a vocal cord that only the extreme out-of-control frenzy and joy could produce before tearing itself apart. The frequency that came out was like a tsunami wave passing over the entire city wall and headquarters of the Saturnian protrusion. All the loudspeakers and loudspeakers exploded, and many images were projected in the air with disturbing noises of rustling and snowflakes. disappeared, and the detection equipment or control panels connected to it were either cracked to pieces, or dazzling sparks flashed out in the short circuit.

When everyone was dizzy and their mouths and noses were bleeding from the sudden silent scream that lasted for six seconds, no one could hear Magna Dorn staring at a certain place in the sky. Sighs and soliloquies here and there.

“By the way, I finally got here this time. I have to start over again every time. It’s really... unbearable. So let me see what will appear after this time. I hope I can solve it smoothly. ——It’s hard to imagine how the main body was able to survive at that time. Where are the other people? ”

“Visual contact report!” Thousands of meters away!”

“Enemy attack!”

(End of this chapter)

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