Chapter 307 Get real (New Year!)
The Prince of Crows stood behind the shattered wall, his arms folded in front of his breastplate, and the cloak made of the genestealer's leather was thundering. The Eagle turbofan flaps in the rising air.
The speechless gaze penetrated into the drizzle.
The rainy season in Valedo is like this, the rain almost never stops.
This place is eerily quiet. It is hard to imagine that hundreds of thousands of lives were once fighting, dying, and rotting here.
Suddenly, he caught the squeak of boots on wet ground and the scrape of metal, sounds audible not because they were unusually loud but because, except for the sound of raindrops hitting leaves, everything was audible. Unusually quiet.
The air smells of salt corrosion and algae.
To Sevatar, all sounds were as clear and distinct as the rustling of leaves on a forest path.
He tasted the wind.
Listen.
Waiting.
The first virtue of a master hunter is patience.
The first lesson the hunted learns is caution.
On the opposite side of the parallel runway, Thunderhawks are unloading the elites who have just returned, and then they will transport the bodies of the fallen warriors back to orbit.
The cost of this operation was huge. Fifteen Soul Drinkers were killed and two Astral Knights were killed.
The Soul Drinkers lost important veterans, while the Astral Knights continued to lose blood in an anemic state, which was difficult for both to accept.
So, naturally, Soshyan was in a very bad mood.
"You have to learn to accept death."
Savitar spoke first before the man behind him could stand still. He didn't even turn around to see who it was.
“I thought you wouldn’t come.”
Soshiyang's voice was very cold. In his heart, he still resisted accepting Sevita
"If you can't even see this, then maybe I can't expect too much."
The rain gradually became heavier, slapping against Sevatar's armor and making his cloak heavy.
When Soshyan came here, Thor followed him.
The chapter leader of the Astral Knights looked over the shoulders of the Crow Prince and towards the burning pile of corpses.
"It was you who ended the battle here."
On the battlefield, you can occasionally see some moving targets, like shadows or bloody ghosts, their armors stained with blood and dust.
Soshyan's mood was not only bad because of the appearance of Sevita, but also because in the process of destroying the altar, Farzad's team lost two warriors.
To outsiders, Soshyan said nothing about the loss.
But after that, he kept staring at the corpses of the two soldiers in silence, which aroused those dark memories in him.
Since the Apothecary was not brought along in this operation, their gene seeds had to be entrusted to the Soul Drinker's Apothecary to help harvest them, and now their bodies lie in the Thunderhawk's cabin.
Sevita also noticed Soshyan's bad mood. He snorted from his nose with a little contempt.
"So be it."
The once smooth parapet of the Ministry of Justice Fortress is now riddled with pits, apparently having been strafed by heavy automatic fire.
The light shines out from the tubular bracket, suffering from the constant attack of rain and moths. The heavy rain beats on the concrete battlements, like joint bones knocking on the thick defensive wall, and the rain follows the weapons. The pitted curved surface of the fort flowed down, forming a waterfall that flooded the trenches and squares below.
The cold stone wall reminded Sevatar of Zoya and the home he had abandoned for duty.
This darkness, this strong sense of oppression, are all the same.
Even the electric trembling of the lamp oil is similar to that of a naked brazier, although there is no illusion of warmth and no smell of ashes.
Nearly four thousand Astra Militarum and more than three hundred Space Marines guarded the gates and walls of the fortress, but there was silence.
Outside the fortress, the patrol made a rhythmic banging sound as it passed, like a slow roar of thunder - and in such a majestic rain, the sound was almost unnoticeable.
Although partially covered by rain and foam, the ground still showed scorch marks and scratches from vehicles, and the minarets and watchtowers were also riddled with holes from some type of light automatic gun-caliber weapon.
But there is a lack of reliable physical evidence on the battlefield - corpses.
When Soshyan arrived, he only saw a monster composed of a huge pile of corpses.
At this moment, the few mortals who are still performing tasks are wearing wax clothes, but Soshyan is not wearing a helmet, just cold and thick armor. "But I'm still very curious about your reasons. Isn't it a sense of justice?"
A small smile appeared on the Crow Prince's face.
“Do you think it is?”
“So I am very curious.”
At this time, Judge Marcus and his followers were also approaching, After questioning the survivors on the battlefield, he was shocked and curious about this powerful warrior who suddenly appeared on the battlefield and single-handedly turned the tide of the war.
On the one hand, out of reverence, but also with a little suspicion, he wanted to know more about this mysterious warrior, especially his unique helmet, which made him feel a little uneasy.
After all, bats are not a good omen in the Empire, as they are easily reminiscent of a rebellious legion of the past.
It is famous for its cruelty and ruthlessness. Even before the rebellion, it already had a frightening reputation. Even after thousands of years, many of their cruel deeds are still spread in the empire.
Its number in the Imperial Expeditionary Corps is [8], and its name is Night Lord.
Of course, you cannot judge the composition of a warrior based on the shape of his helmet, and Marcus also believes that the other party is loyal. He is more curious.
"Excuse me, I am the Inquisitor Marcus Ognis Lucretius."
He spoke carefully, trying not to sound presumptuous.
"May I know the name of this warrior?"
Then he looked at Sevatar.
But the other party only left him a back.
"What? Doubt me?"
Hearing Sevita's voice mixed with a sneer, Marcus immediately explained:
"No, no, no, you misunderstood, I just... want to know your name, missing such a great warrior is Such a pity."
"You are great if you kill a few demons, but your standard of greatness is too low, Judge."
"Uh..."
Marcus's will collapsed before he could formulate his first argument.
Sevatar turned around.
The heavy gaze stared at Marcus for a moment, making him unable to move, and then let him go.
The inquisitor then visibly sagged.
"There is still a lot of work to be done here. Inquisitor, your attention should not be on me."
"Work...?"
The Crow Prince's face turned towards the rain.
"There is a predator here, I know it, it's instinctive, the warp is restless, its attention is on other things."
In Savitar The moment he turned around, except for Marcus, everyone else retracted their necks into their collars, including the Death Cult assassin Malthus, who also took two steps back, looked away, and remained silent.
The murderous intention set off a storm in his heart. Even the elders of the tribe never let him go through this, including other Space Marines.
He immediately came to the conclusion——
The person in front of me is a top killer.
It can also kill them all in a very short time.
But fortunately, the man's murderous intention quickly subsided, as quietly as the ebbing tide, but with traces.
"Its two failures have lost too much strength. Now I should take the initiative to attack, otherwise it will probably choose to run away."
Sevita's smile fleeting. , no one present, including Soshyan, could see through or interpret its true meaning.
Then, his cold black eyes turned to the distant sky.
“We have to get serious later.”
(End of this chapter)