Chapter 466: What should I do if the lost child comes home and brings his friends with him
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+ Samokuan, I think if you still want to deal with these people who came with you now If the child insists on his own statement, things will get out of hand. +
+Shut up. +
+We should kill the useless majority among them - those who cannot walk at all or have no fighting ability. Eliminate them, and kill another group who are unwilling to listen to you. At this point, you You can probably control the rest. It seems to me that these cute little ones could become a sight to behold with just a little modification - look at those sharp claws and teeth! Feed them well with the right food, and their lovely natural weapons will become stronger, easily tearing through ceramite and bone, ripping out spines and entrails, and letting blood cover you like a red velvet cassock. . +
+I said, shut up. +
+You should listen to a wise and older being than you. Look, you just made them listen to you...+
+If you don't shut up, I'm about to start screaming at you in my true voice! *The sharp high-decibel pure high-fidelity howl of a child*+
+Ah! Stop barking! This demonic sound... I won't be able to maintain my existence here! +
Then the hissing voice, quite wisely and with an indignant dissatisfaction of "you still don't listen to my advice after ten thousand years", sneaked back into the boy's physical form. Under this, the black-red demon skin covering Samokuan's body became a little thinner, as if the tide of the vast ocean receded, revealing more of the red and black skin underneath that was painted like dried blood. , decorated with a little silver armor part.
This now makes him appear to have been re-stabilised, at least in appearance, as a tall Space Marine wearing ancient, damaged Mark IV power armour.
However, what Samokan is obviously not aware of at the moment is that there are several very eye-catching features in his attire that allow other veteran Astartes to recognize the problems with his equipment. They were very concerned because the implications clearly puzzled them.
High-speed coded or non-coded communication in various private channels and team channels shuttled back and forth at high speed. Warriors like Svolgard, who were more moody and angry, had begun to mutter in their mouths such as "This is much more exciting than being chased by wolves on Fenris."
“Uh.” Samokuan heard the buzzing whispers like a swarm of bees, but he didn’t know what it meant, and the voice that could answer these questions had just been threatened by him, so he didn’t know what it meant. He was embarrassed to go to consult immediately, so he took a step forward and said, "Soltarn."
"I am here. So?"
Soltarn Wo Bronn had previously received the report that Uriel had summarized in advance and entrusted it to be sent from the first outpost that came into contact (I have to admit that from the perspective of an Iron Warrior ten thousand years ago, The training received by the heirs of Guilliman in this regard is commendable), and they walked out alone in advance and stood in front of the camp gate to "welcome" the return of the lost children.
He raised an eyebrow and stared at Qi Qi with his newly sharp eyes. Ai Ai stood in front of him. It originally only reached his abdomen but was now a little taller than him, and began to Samokuan was sweating profusely under his helmet - this very oppressive action was something he learned from their father when he was on the Destiny Steel. After confirming through their respective channels that their fathers became one and the two-faced After seeing his great and benevolent existence, many warriors added this eyebrow raising habit to their common expressions.
"I received an urgent report from Uriel first - so, Samokwan, is this you? Child?"
"It's me." The boy was a little uneasy but Still replied clearly. "Soltarn, it's me. I'm back."
"Welcome back - and, do you remember what I told you?"
This question was very abrupt, but Samokuan immediately understood what the other party was asking.
"Uh-" He lowered his head guiltily and used the toes of his right foot to fiddle with his left foot as a habit, "I...I'm sorry. You asked me not to linger after I sent the order, and to come immediately. Returning...I...just want to go to the front line to see with my own eyes...just for a short while...uh...what...I'm sorry..."
I was finally stabbed because I disobeyed my instructions. What the boy who was such a big loser and dared not look directly into his eyes did not see was that the old mason's tone was still stern, but his tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly.
“What else?”
“Uh - I went there after delivering the order! Uh - the hoverbike you lent me, I’m sorry - ah ah - really Sorry! I know it’s expensive!”
"That is a real war souvenir from ten thousand years ago! Child! Souvenir! It once ran on the palace wall of Terra! Now even Mars may not be able to build it!" From a distance, someone has been paying full attention to this Seraphas on the side showed an interested look, while Svolgard on the side pricked up his ears.
"I'm sorry! But when I was caught, I saw that it was also caught by those flying stone statues! It shouldn't be broken yet..."
Soltarn made a mental note to check inside the Kallan-Gol Fortress later, and then turned his attention to the embarrassed Samokuan.
Uriel Ventris's eyes made contact with Soltarn, and then separated immediately. The Stonecaller nodded towards him.
"I am waiting for you to report some details to me later, Uriel. If you are still willing to continue to accept my leadership here, then you can come behind me now."
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Ventris stepped forward, followed by Pausanius, and they approached Soltarn.
Samokwan looked even more uneasy, standing alone opposite Soltarn and the military camp behind him.
But the Stone Caller doesn't think he can let this troublemaker go easily.
"Okay, kid. Can you please tell me now."
He pointed with his finger and began to reveal their true faces one after another from the other end of the rocky horizon. Members of the Skinless Tribe.
Ten, a hundred, five hundred, thousands... As the number of these deformed creatures continued to increase, most people in the military camp looked nervous and vigilant, especially the original steel warriors and mortal slaves. , some of them know that this kind of monster has been wandering in Medlengard in large numbers recently, and many people have begun to put their hands on the handles of weapons.
"As for why you suddenly grew to the size of an Astartes, Uriel said that he could explain it to me better later, so I won't ask you now."
They heard the boy sighing slightly in relief under the helmet. The blue crystal eyepiece on the red helmet looked gratefully at Uriel, causing the latter to turn his eyes.
"But, can you please explain to me what is going on with these...people? Why did they not hide anymore but came to my military camp?" The Stone Caller's He withdrew his fingers from the Skinless tribe in the distance and traced Samokan's body again. The boy's dried blood-colored armor chest had now completely shed the cover of the demon skin, and a broken golden sun emblem emerged.
“And why in Medlengard, the world of the Iron Warriors, when you ran out of the Kallan-Gol Fortress, you were wearing a piece of clothing from the Seventeenth Legion - this should be the Word Bearers The power armor of the Serrated Sun Chapter to which he belongs." The old Iron Warrior's finger finally pointed at the broad-bladed power sword tightly held in Samokan's hand. Its unique shape in this universe was unmistakable.
“And you still hold a guard blade of the Imperial Guard in your hand?”
Samokuan’s surprise was completely reflected in his body language.
The boy first looked down at the emblem on his chest, reached out and touched it, then raised the broad sword in his hand and looked at the sword in surprise, as if he recognized for the first time what he had been holding. How precious, perfect, balanced, and sharp this weapon is.
"Adeptus Custodes?" He repeated this weird long Gothic word, "What is that?"
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After a few words explaining how rare and noble the Imperial Guards are in the empire and the sacred duties they have known for thousands of years, Wu Lieer couldn't help but sigh.
“You were able to accidentally turn on the switch of the Forbidden Blade and even lift its genetic lock. Rounding things off, maybe... the benevolent emperor really saw you at that time. According to reports. As far as I know, each of their weapons is individually customized for the holder. I have never heard of it being able to be unlocked by a second person and used.”
+That. It's his lack of knowledge. There are ways to open the genetic lock, but you can use it because we...I chewed off its owner's head in the past, hissing...+
+Shut up. Also, don't tell anyone else. Don't interrupt me when I'm talking to someone! +
+Okay. +
"Well, that is to say. Although the things you said sound very powerful, to be honest I know nothing about these things." Samokuan said, "But believe me, I am still the same. That Samokan!"
"Of course, child."
The look on Pasanius's face showed that the sergeant still wanted to express his opinion on this. Only Uriel stopped him again with his eyes.
"Great! I knew you would recognize me and won't let me go!" Then the people in the distant military camp looking at this place were shocked, and they began to gasp, and began The chanting of the name of the god he believed in happened. Samokuan, who was wearing a huge Word Bearer power armor, ran over and hugged the old Iron Warrior's arm like a wronged child, and acted like a large canine. Rubbing the ground coquettishly.
Grendel spat aside and walked away angrily, while Svolgard rubbed his beard and laughed.
Among the mourners everywhere, probably only the white-haired Toramino could still maintain a decent smile and watch this scene, and at the same time, he said sincere words of congratulations to Soltarn for finding his retainer and adopted son. , while squeezing his fingers under the cloak until they turn white with jealousy: He also wants such a demon bodyguard of the Word Bearers! So majestic! This is the appearance a lord should have! You see, many famous Chaos lords or leaders often have Word Bearers advisors beside them, but the Word Bearers sent by the Dark Council often have their own special missions and cannot be hired with money or other means. General way to make them effective. Damn Soltarn! Why can he leave with his father? Why can he still grow taller? There is absolutely something wrong. I must find evidence. Why do I laugh at him for raising a mortal child, and then he can pick up such a great Demonic Word Bearer for nothing... Wait a minute... …perhaps……?
Toramino's thoughts suddenly went to another aspect when he was boiling, and he fell into deep thought.
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The touching meeting at the gate of the camp on the other side is not over yet.
"Next, you have to help me! Soltarn! I promised them that the Emperor loves me, will love them, and will spare them pain. I will help them, and you will not hit them, so they agreed. Come with me...you have to make them believe what I say! I have to fulfill my words!"
"You want me to fulfill your promise to others just now? Instead, you have the guts to deceive so many... um... unaccomplished people in the name of the person on the throne, and now you are afraid to tell the truth in our camp, Samokuan?"
Stone Caller? His eyes were unclear, "Besides, your current appearance has nothing to do with the empire and its rulers. You should be very lucky that Uriel and the others have known you from the beginning and have been with you throughout the whole process. He witnessed He trusts you so much due to your changes, and Pasanius listens to his superiors, otherwise you would have been exposed by them in lies at that time - do you really understand what kind of existence you were like when you first appeared? , child. When these skinless people realize that you are deceiving them, they will turn their trust in you into their deepest hatred and rush to tear you to pieces in self-defense. Killing them, such a double betrayal, is it really unintentional for some gods?"
"No, no! I definitely didn't want to do such a terrible thing! But I also... became scary. So at first I just wanted to persuade them not to hurt Uriel and the others." Samokuan lowered his head, "But they can't make sense at all! For a moment, but there are so many of them... and they are really..." The blue eyepiece flashed, "They are really pitiful. They are just a group of little brothers who need to be taken care of. It is really painful to have no skin like me. It hurts, I've experienced it, so I can pity them, Soltarn."
The Stonecaller made a hissing sound at this.
"A man dressed in the dried blood of the Word Bearers talking to me about care and mercy is really familiar and disgusting to me. What night is this? Samokan, can you take off your helmet and let me see yours? Face, so as not to make me feel confused, as if time was still ten thousand years ago. I have to make sure that I am not face to face with a Word Bearer."
"Of course" the boy agreed without hesitation. , while Uriel, who was observing as silently as possible, had a trace of unnaturalness on his face.
When Samokwana's face with obvious features of someone present appeared in the white light of the sky, Soltarn's eyebrows raised higher.
“Ah.” he said. "No wonder. Uriel Ventress, once we have contained these Skinless Ones, I will be happy to hold a small meeting to hear your side of the matter."
"We also Can you successfully return to the beautiful Macragge after completing the death oath?" Pasanius asked with a frown. "Uriel, this is really a twist and turn."
Uriel turned to the sergeant, "...At least we can continue to complete our death oath mission here first. Then we will consider the next thing." He sighed, "Take it one step at a time. My brother, At least I believe there is no way out.”
+How nostalgic. +
(End of this chapter)