Chapter 464 Leon Kahn Angron Love


Chapter 464 Leonkarn Angron Love

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The Milky Way is so vast. In fact, although the metaphor is inappropriate, it is like small coral islands in the black ocean. Places with physical existence are a drop in the bucket compared to the dark void, and places that can support life are even rarer.

“If it weren’t for the lost Dark Ages tens of thousands of years ago that caused human colonial fleets to be scattered across the Milky Way like ancient canoes and sailing ships blown open by ocean currents, or maybe that strange and operating principle was like an ancient ship from The box-like subspace that is not opened but can still operate successfully sends unfortunate people to various parts of the galaxy. It is conceivable that in this universe, human footprints and the marks of specific civilizations they bring will not be It's so ubiquitous now."

"A statement rarely mentioned these days," Chief Captain Leon El'Jonson turned around on his bridge." "Loyalty" is shining brightly around his waist. Everyone around him has been screened away. Now the entire fleet is hiding behind the gas planet and waiting.

Kahn, Chief Captain, Crusade Champion of the Ironhearts Chapter, was not wearing a helmet today, revealing his weathered face.

The scars left by the continuous battle are all over his head, and the traces of the removal of eight service nails cross his brow bone. People can't help but start to think that maybe this man seems to combine everything that humans can think of. The veteran who possesses the best qualities of a warrior and a leader may not continue to have nails drilled because his years of service have exceeded the length of his brow bone.

When he stood next to the Lion King, his sideburns had completely turned into silvery white, reflecting the dim glow of the red giant star outside the window. He stood next to Al Jonson. Compared with other Dark Angel, the wrinkles representing old age are densely covered on his face, making Kahn more like a peer of the Lion King.

It can be seen from this standing position that if Leon had doubts about the company commander before, with the gradual establishment of the Lion's Protectorate in the dark side of the empire, Al'Jonson's reliance on Captain Kahn, who was completely different from the rumors he had received from other scions, had unknowingly increased. No one knew the exact reason, but most people blamed it on this captain. The sudden appearance of the company commander and his fleet on the Sebor planet brought great convenience to the Lion when the dark side of the empire was so unfavorable and lacked supplies and navigation guidance.

Even the Lion himself must admit that having so many extra, well-equipped, fully-manned fleets that are clearly ready and adept at fighting in the void and without backup supplies for long periods of time is a struggle. With warriors now under his command, he could do much more than he could have done with only his lost heirs and dilapidated ships.

They traveled to various desperate worlds on the dark side that had lost contact with the Star Torch, defeating all kinds of strange things and saving the human people, leaving behind countless legends and new praise and worship for the Lion King.

Worship is disturbing.

"Indeed. But part of your ability to walk in the forest is due to this, isn't it?" Kahn smiled slightly, with obvious crow's feet spreading from the corners of his eyes.

Part of the lion's trust in him comes from his age. Even the Angels of Absolution rarely have memories as complete as Kahn's from thousands of years ago. He is like a living fossil. When Leon woke up 10,000 years after things had changed, it helped him confirm that many things 10,000 years ago were not his dreams - but it also reminded him of more changes, making him alert rather than falling into ignorance. of confusion.

The lion makes his own judgment.

"You should have heard the previous broadcast message. This shows that at least the 'position' of the 'Elders of Kaidomo' and the others has successfully changed its anchor, which is a good thing."

" Maybe." Leon looked at him with inquiring eyes, "You were sent to me by my brother...the elder, and you gave me great help, but you should also know why I always have doubts. Kahn, this does not conflict with my personal gratitude to you."

"I know very well, Your Highness." The calm eyes looked at the eyes of the lion who were still as green as the disappearing forest on Terra. "I must say that your temper now is much better than the rumors I heard before."

The lion is not very satisfied with the meaning of this sentence, but under the current situation, plus his He was indeed satisfied with Kahn himself as an advisor and warrior, and he tolerated the chief company commander's behavior of touching the lion's mane.

"Then why are we stopping now?" Leon raised his finger and pointed at the auspicious device, "The distress signal sent by this planet indicates that the orcs are preparing to launch an attack!"

"Because something very important is happening. The foreshadowing advice I received from our hermit chief Volias is very clear, and my experience also tells me this." The chief company commander put his helmet in his hands. From his waist, he raised his head slightly and boldly looked up at the Lion King. The lion saw a white-gold spot in the old warrior's eyes expanding behind his irises, "We must wait for this incident to 'end' before we can continue to the planet. . ——What will happen next must be like this."

"Your Highness, you don't want me to be in front of you now...incarnate as the 'Kahn' you heard from my cousin. Right? - I know, 'Kahn the Betrayer', many people will still mention me like this in private and have doubts about it. It is not their fault that we are able to join forces because of your honor and honor. Build this sanctuary on the dark side where there is no Star Torch.”

The lion narrowed his eyes.

“I know you are very powerful.” The chief captain of Iron Heart said quietly, as if he were a dormant volcano with the power to destroy the world. Well, how much control do you still have?" The veteran looked at the Lion King inquiringly. "Are the forces in hand at this moment ready to go to hell with total destruction, even if your loyalty makes you not care about death." He said, "But now the people of the sheltered dark side, they only have you. . So I beg you. Please wait a moment."

For a moment, there seemed to be more shadows of dark branches, like outstretched hands, cast by light coming from nowhere. On his body, an ancient and terrifying beast was wandering deep in the forest.

Finally, Leon touched his wrist - there was a string of black and white wool braided bracelets under the wrist armor, and there was also a trimmed claw.

The shadow of the forest faded, and the light of the real universe enveloped them again.

“How long do we have to wait?”

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The current flagship of the Iron Heart Chapter, the Glory Queen-class battleship Desert Ark is moored At the edge of an uninhabited galaxy, there was silence, but very strangely, the Geller position on the spacecraft was also opened in the real universe.

The glorious throne of blessing on her bridge, dedicated to the Primarch by the people of Nuceria and Bort, now stood empty.

The stubborn will of Lady Lotara Sarin loomed over the flagship like a lioness guarding her cubs, while the other ships of the Chapter on patrol were like protecting the most precious The treasures surrounded her with vigilance.

All the current members of the Think Tank in the Iron Heart Chapter - members of the Priory known as the Priory in the Chapter, are now gathered in the room of the Primarch on the flagship.

This suite is connected to a larger secret ceremony hall. The members led by Esca, the second president of the monastery, are kneeling on one knee and chanting softly in their respective positions according to the magic circle on the ground. Reciting the secret prayers of the Legion, the human vocal chords vibrated to read the ancient laws, and the extra warp mouthpiece each of them had was chanting the rules of the High Heaven.

Angron Petra was sitting cross-legged in the pool in the center of the circle, with a look of pain on his face. Crystal sweat flowed from his forehead and body, and dripped into the pool. His figure became fragmented from time to time - blood-red terror flashed under his warm wheat-colored skin. Members of the Priory who came too close to their beloved father were often brought to their knees by psychic headaches caused by extremely violent emotional turmoil, especially when the blood-red terror became apparent and their minds felt like As if they were going to explode, many people were bleeding from their orifices due to the huge pressure, but the Priory has always protected their original body for ten thousand years, and it is the same this time. No one will retreat or give up. Only complete destruction can leaving them unable to perform their duties.

"Eska..."

Like a soft voice and some kind of furious roar, a wonderful duet, mixed together, a fusion of the sounds of heaven and the sounds of hell .

Angron whispered to the supreme leader of the monastery here.

The apprentice of Volias and the second-in-command of the Priory walked over. Unlike other think tanks wearing power armor with psychic hoods, Eskar knew the process of the next ceremony very well, so he He only wore a simple white robe with blue edges, and a set of necklaces, bracelets, armbands, and anklets studded with soul stones, but nothing else.

"Help me..."

"Yes, Father." Eskar put his arm into the pool, and the guidance of the ground magic circle introduced all the power of the other think tanks of the Priory into his body. Soon, his body was emitting light from the inside out due to the excessive subspace power, and was almost bursting. The shackles made of soul stones and precise runes let out slight whines and chants, and at the same time began to absorb the overflowing energy. energy, and gave Eskar the opportunity to slowly begin to channel these psychic powers despite the pain that tore every muscle and nerve in his body.

He concentrated his strength on his fingertips, and finally carefully placed it on the shoulder blades of the genetic father who was sitting in the pool and was very tall, so that his back was just big enough for his hands to be placed on it - the place was faintly visible. The shape of the roots of a pair of huge fleshy wings emerged.

When the sixty members of the Priory gathered all the psychic powers related to comfort, peace, soothing, and absorption to begin to sort out the frantic primitive energy in the original body, Angron finally began to make a sound sigh.

“‘It’ is back…”

Esca did not dare to be distracted and concentrated on guiding the balance of energy.

"'It' has come again...'It' should not have appeared, 'It' should have been devoured by its own kind, but now that 'The Breaker' has gained a foothold, then 'The Truth' must Being revealed... My son... Lies are always like the bubbles of dreams. No matter how beautiful and huge they are, they are always broken. Only 'truth' can be used as the cornerstone of the new building again, even if it... is the same..."

A deep roar filled with the smell of blood rumbled from deep in Angron's chest, his teeth clenched, and finally he turned his head and spitted a mouthful of his own blood on the stone beside the pool. In the hall Everyone smelled the smell of burnt bones, hot sand and brass, sulfur, and the smell of putrid blood.

“Father?!”

“Do your duty! My son! The connection in the supreme sky regardless of time and space has caused my instability. I will hold on, don’t worry... ...This attack should be over after 'it' has completely arrived..."

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“The Emperor protects us...”

When Uriel and his party finally reached the hideout of the Skinless Ones with great difficulty, They were shocked by what they saw.

They were in an abandoned factory mine and a cave formed by an earthquake collapse. There was only a small amount of skylight pouring down from the highest gap, and through this pale light, they saw more The Skinless Man - Uriel finally understood the meaning of "tribe".

Here are more skinless creatures that could not survive alone and were washed down from Kallan-Gol as garbage: no arms, lower limbs fused into seal-like shapes, and bones guided in weird ways It has become fused and locked, missing some part of consciousness and limbs, or like half-melted and solidified flesh and blood - one hundred, more than hundreds, such creatures that are larger than ordinary mortals, but They were all alive, turning all possible heads towards the visitors as they entered.

And just above the squirming living purgatory formed by these mutants and freaks, pulled up by many thick and rusty chains, is a metal skull-like statue that is at least twenty meters high.

It is made of various scrap metals and other things picked up. It hangs high above the dark abandoned mine, with his head slightly lowered and his arms opened generously, as if to protect And looking after the skinless people below - but strangely, in his shape without facial features, decoration, mere form and no details, visitors can still immediately recognize this condescending person who was created to beg for care. Who are the skinless creatures?

"Your Majesty the Emperor...this is blasphemy..." Pasanius said in a low voice. "If a priest sees these monsters dare to use their claws to build His statue..."

"Don't say that." Uriel told his friend, "Look at them, you must admit, Pasanius." There was a hint of deep pain on his face, "These 'children' also have the genetic blood of us or our cousins, even if they have been so distorted by evil."

"You call them 'children'." Apparently this word made the sergeant hesitate, "Are you sure?"

"What Samokuan and I saw under that fortress makes me certain now." Uriel looked at Samokuan who turned towards them in front of him and was wearing demon skin. The latter obviously They were also struck by the icons they saw that were made of raw and deep desire.

The King of the Skinless Ones also came over, its yellow eyes now looking at them inquiringly.

"Meat. The tribe is hungry. Fresh meat." it said.

Samokuan nodded and shook his head, "I will bring you meat. - Is that the Emperor?"

"The Emperor." It nodded. "Love." it said, "Iron Man is bad. We want the Emperor's love. Love does not hurt."

(End of this chapter)

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