Chapter 270 An Unexpected Visitor
“You shouldn’t be here, not because this is my privacy. I don’t care about that, Sai.”
“Then why?”
“You know why.”
The melancholy and thin giant chuckled, and the sound sounded no different from a lizard choking on sand.
"In just one night you've made decades of hard work suppressing your talents go to waste. Your psychic abilities can no longer be suppressed. I can see that... I haven't been able to do this for several years, but now I can see through you. That barrier no longer exists."
"I'm not interested in knowing."
"No, you have it. Everyone has it."
"I asked for it. Don't tell me, my lord, please abide by the agreement between us."
"I don't want it."
The gloomy man gave him a dry smile again, as if a wind was blowing in the cemetery.
"You will die in battle."
"This does not surprise me, my lord, I do not want to know the details."
Suddenly, the man The smile on his face disappeared, his face became sad, and his eyes even shed tears.
The crystal liquid streaked across the pale skin, formed into gem-like crystals on the chin, and then shattered on the ground.
The sad Son of God's lips moved for a moment, and he made a weak sound.
"Sai, you must remember..."
The soft light was filtered by the lampshade and then shot into his eyes.
The first thing he saw was the same as the last thing he thought about, Thor was standing in front of him without a helmet.
"I..."
He tried to speak, but his voice sounded like a file grinding through his articulators.
Although there was a chain around his throat to keep him from collapsing too far, Sevatar found himself strapped to the command throne, with chatter surrounding him and the roar of machinery directed at him. near.
"I'm not in my room."
He had never been anywhere else when awakened from sleep, let alone found himself standing on the bridge of a battleship.
When he tried to stand up, the chains rattled around his throat, wrists, and ankles, and there was no doubt that Thor had bound him to the throne.
Clearly, they have a lot to say.
Murmurs such as "He's awake" came from the mortal group. From his seat on the high platform in the center of the bridge, Sevatar could see them suspending their assigned duties. A picture of A face turned towards him.
Their eyes sparkled with surprise.
"Return in time."
Thor said, his curious and soft voice without any hint of happiness.
"How long have I been sleeping."
Although he was tied up, at least there was a smile in his words.
“For two whole days and two nights.”
Saul replied:
“What did you dream about?”
"I remember almost nothing."
Sevita looked out the porthole of the battleship. In the world of that oval screen, time passed extremely slowly.
"Where are we?"
Thor cast a pale gaze on the mortals who stopped working, which was enough to make them all lower their heads and start working again, while Lothar remained the same. He stayed at his post without saying a word.
"Valedo, on a mission."
Savita groaned, and then tightened the chain, as if to get some explanation.
“Oh, by the way.”
Saul said, pulled out his sword and made a few gestures on Sevatar, and then one after another, the metal restraints hung down.
“Why am I chained?”
“To prevent you from harming yourself or others.”
"Why am I locked here, on the bridge?"
Thor and Lothar looked at each other, their armors glaring at each other with some unknown emotion.
"You were staying in your own room at first, but..."
"But?"
"You broke out and killed a few servants, I've been looking for you on the lower deck all day." Sevatar tried to stand up, Lothar tried to keep him in his seat with a glare, but the Prince of Crows ignored him.
"That's a pity, I don't remember that I have sleepwalking problems."
As he said that, Savita began to call Anita in another language.
"What he said is true, Yago, you were sleepwalking, just like...in the past."
"I have never sleepwalked."
"While you were sleepwalking, I probed into your brain. Your psychic talent was more active than ever before. I also saw the one he left in your mind..."
"Okay. "
After interrupting the psychic communication with Anita, Sevaita said to Thor:
"So you are a little unhappy with me just by killing a few servants?"
“Not this time.”
Thor shook his head.
“I’m just worried that you might cause more serious damage, otherwise I wouldn’t mind how long you sleep.”
“But you still found a way to wake me up.”
The Prince of Crows walked past him, holding on to the armrest of the central podium, staring at the gray world hanging in the void.
"What kind of trouble happened? Did the Slaanesh demon come to the ship? Or is the commander of the Eleventh Legion in trouble on the ground?"
"Neither."
Savitar tried not to betray his impatience.
"Then just say it straight."
"Anita discovered that there is a fleet approaching here, belonging to a certain Adeptus Astartes."
“Oh?”
Sevatar raised his eyebrows and joked:
"Then do I have to find a mouse hole to hide first?"
"No."
Thor shook Shake his head.
“Do you remember that thing Brother Seid gave us.”
"Of course."
"The name of this war group is the Soul Drinkers."
Savitar took a breath.
"What a coincidence?"
But then he seemed to think of another question.
"That guy doesn't seem to know yet."
"So let this 'accident' continue."
Just as he was talking, the officer in charge of the scanning array on the bridge suddenly said loudly:
"There are abnormal fluctuations in the subspace anchor point!"
The Soul Messenger interrupted its short dive in the whirlpool. She is a combat barge with more advanced equipment installed on the basis of the heavy cruiser. The large amount of armament, coupled with the armor plates superimposed around the subspace engine group, turned the entire ship into a behemoth.
However, the utilitarian style is well suited to those who call the decks of adamantine and cold iron their home. Ever since she was appointed as the flagship of the Soul Drinkers Chapter, she has been faithfully fulfilling her duties - fighting with the Emperor. The enemy fights.
A small, almost ignored group of small frigates clung to her flanks,
Frenzy colors bloomed and twisted as the rifts in the warp opened, and roiling nebulae produced clusters of The light was almost extinguished the moment it formed into something.
The storm emerged, and the primitive intelligence condensed from strong emotions was entrenched in it, waiting for an opportunity to feast, eager to peel the soul from mortal flesh.
But because of Geller's position, they have never been able to succeed.
Finally, under the squeeze of reality, the huge mouth of subspace slowly closed again.
“Communication has been established!”
At this time, the liaison officer of Complex Communications also shouted.
"Connected."
Thor walked to the command throne on the bridge and picked up the communication microphone.
"I am Thor, the instructor of the Astral Knights Chapter. Please answer."
Soon, amid a burst of white noise, another voice echoed on the bridge.
"Salute to you, battle brother, I am Chapter Master of the Soul Drinkers Chapter, Gorgri, responding to the call of the Inquisition!"
(End of Chapter)