Chapter 245 Transaction
A huge machine is crossing the entire huge platform, and the molten metal is blazing, forming a yellow cross.
Particles and fragments flew out of the cracks in a swirling motion and fell into the cliffs on both sides. The air was filled with fleeting sparks.
This is a large engineering machine that is installing anti-aircraft artillery. This is part of the monastery's defense system. In the distance in the clouds is the twinkling light of the hive's spire.
“How many years.”
The man standing by the window said softly, his armored hands casually resting on the rocky window sill.
“You still don’t understand this truth. When the gods fall, everything will collapse and everything will perish. I have seen it and understand it. The so-called hope has long been lost.”
"Not here."
The steady metal footsteps made the elevator tremble, and when the metal stepped on the rock floor, it made a brisk knocking sound.
“There is hope here.”
The man by the window gave the visitor a stern look, his lips with lightning-shaped scars curled up, revealing his pale teeth.
"Don't be so ignorant of the style. This shouldn't be your style. I'm in the mood for poetry, Thor."
Savitar turned his head, his words were The rumble in his chest was as deep as the growl of a predator.
"I never remembered that you were a poet. Although the melancholy and crazy temperament of your regiment does fit the characteristics of a poet, at least you are not."
The sound of the elevator suddenly rang. Getting up, Sevatar had to reluctantly move his eyes away from the barren mountain peaks.
"Brother Said is awake."
Sosh Yang walked out of the elevator, said only one word, then turned and walked back to the elevator. Sevaita shrugged at Saul and followed him.
The meeting took place in a secret hall beneath the monastery fortress, with the entrance at the end of a corridor inside the archives.
After a while, Savita followed Soshyan and Thor and walked in. The armor hit both sides of the doorway, making a clanging sound.
Several torches were burning in the dark hall, and a black sun mark was on the ground in the center of the hall. The huge Dauntless stood in it, looking like a statue.
"Prince of Crows, Argo Severtarion, long time no see."
"Long time no see? Have we really met?"
A dangerous sense of humor entered. Sevatar's eyes were filled with a cold light like frost blades.
“If I were to be more honest, I would say that I have never heard of you as the so-called ‘First Captain of the Eleventh Legion’, neither did my original body, and no one can modify me or him. "Memory."
Brother Said let out a dry laugh, and its armor was shiny, exuding the fragrance of freshly applied holy oil.
"Then if I were a little more rude, I would ask why you have to hide in this dark corner."
"Hiding, is that what you think?"
Group The Crow Prince raised his eyebrows.
“If I could be more rude.”
“I just did it because I wanted to be alone for a while.”
Sevatar smiled and replied kindly:
“I’m not very good at dealing with those things.”
“You and I both have a mission.”
“Yes. Yes, but your rhetoric skills are too clumsy.”
“That’s not what I meant, but you already know the secrets of our legion and the responsibilities we bear.”
"I have never been interested in the two disappeared legions in the past. There are enough bad things in the empire, and there are no shortage of one or two, but..."
As he said that, he glanced at Sosh Yang.
“I still don’t like alien stuff.”
“This is fate.”
“The only one who can decide my fate is myself.”
As if something vital had been touched, Sevatar crossed his arms, and the amusement in his eyes disappeared faster than the extinguished light.
At the same time, his size seemed to expand. Although on a physical level, he did not occupy more space, in this dim hall, he became extremely huge in everyone's minds.
His existence is like a heavy object, pressing on everyone's heads, like an executioner's battle ax hanging at the highest point, which can be swung down in just a moment.
In a sense, he personified fear, like the death behind the smile.
Facing such horror requires more than just courage.
However, Brother Said remained calm and maintained his demeanor.
"Then let's treat it as a transaction."
As he said that, Brother Said took out the copper ball that Thor had taken before and handed it to Sevata.
“This is our sincerity.” Savita looked at it for a while, then took the copper ball and shook it in his ear.
"Yes, this is just a transaction. I am not on the same front with you, nor do I belong to you."
"Ha, Sevita, you are still the same, never belonging to anyone"
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“Don’t make it sound like we are familiar with each other.”
“Where have you been to these years?”
“Many places, places you can’t even imagine.”
"Then you know what the Eighth Army looks like now?"
"I don't know, and I'm not interested."
"That's right."
As he said that, he asked Er suddenly intervened.
"Soshiyang, haven't you always wanted to learn how to use the Terminator Armor?"
Sosh Yang was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
Then, Thor poked Sevita's shoulder armor with his finger, and the other party immediately took a step back impatiently.
“What are you doing!”
“Soshiyang, this is a very good instructor.”
Looking at the displeased Savita, Soshi Yang Shi Yang frowned.
"Him?"
Brother Said also spoke at the same time.
"Thor is right, if you want to learn how to use a terminator, then the best person is right in front of you."
"Be careful with what you say, your flattery makes me laugh. Goosebumps.”
Sevita defended himself in a low voice.
"Soshyan, do you remember that I once said that Sevatar is the leader of the Black Guards, and the Black Guards are the elite Terminator unit of the Eighth Legion affiliated with the original body."
After speaking, Thor placed his hand heavily on Sevita's shoulder.
“In the era of the Great Crusade, among the people used best by the Terminators was the Crow Prince.”
“This was not part of the deal.”< br>
Savitar raised his hand and slapped Sol's hand down.
"But it's not impossible to discuss. You can make arrangements for the Mechanicus psyker I brought out from Safinius."
It wasn't until Savitar mentioned it that Soshyan remembered that there was one Such a person——
[Naisen Airport 4]
“His name is Faya, he is an apprentice from Griffin 4.”
Looking at Sosh Loken looked at the somewhat awkward young man next to Yang carefully. He could see that he had just undergone the initiation ceremony. He was only wearing the simplest robes, and the gear on his chest was only as big as a palm.
The most important thing is that he has black hair and very pale skin, which appears to be thin and tender, with no trace of transformation at all.
Loken showed a kind smile, straightened his bright robe, shook the gear as big as a plate, and said;
"My name is Loken, they all call me I’m Master Luo.”
Faya hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and bowed timidly.
"Hello, Master Luo."
"Hey, hello."
Loken smiled and nodded slightly, pointing to the door behind him and said:
"I do research alone, and my workshop is quite big. , you are welcome to come to my place to do research and development together. If you are tired of research...just go to bed, no problem."
Feeling that the smiling person in front of me is a bit weird, Faya shrank her neck. , and looked back at Soshyan.
"Then he will settle here first and you can make some arrangements."
After saying that, Soshyan turned and left.
"Come on, come on, I have some good things here, come on."
When Soshyan looked back again, the door of Loken's workshop had been closed again.
"He...should be fine, right?"
(End of this chapter)