Chapter 360 Soul Preview
An explosion interrupted the loyal Space Marine's words, mixed with distant screams.
"This is Talos of the Cursed Echo Battleship. I can't make wisecracks, I can only tell the truth. Your attack has failed, and your attempt to escape our revenge has also failed. We are watching as we speak. As you die on our augury projection, if you have any last words, say them now for future generations, we will remember them, because we are the Eighth Legion, and our memory will last forever.”
"Dirty, hateful traitor!"
The communicator crackled.
"He sounds so angry,"
Serion joked, before Talos silenced him with a silent glare.
“Talos?”
The company commander’s voice sounded again.
“Yes, Aeneas.”
"May you be damned and deceived in eternal hell."
Taros nodded, though his opponent did not wish to see the gesture.
"I believed I would, but you got there before me, so
go and die now, Captain, and mourn your wasted life."
" I am not afraid of sacrifice, the blood of martyrs is the seed of the Empire! In the name of Guilliman!"
The link was broken, and in the projection, the runic symbols of the enemy ship were lost in the brutal asteroid storm.
"The cloak of kingship is lost along with all souls."
The female correspondent said.
“Bring us closer to the wreckage and use weapons to destroy whatever remains.”
“Yes, my lord.”
Talos rose from his throne, exhausted and pained.
"Our entire conversation was broadcast over the ship, may the surviving Genesis Chapter bastards hear the death of their Captain and be devastated by the news of their ship being burned
Be dejected.”
Then, Talos walked to the edge of the strategy room and carried Ciel’s body on his shoulders.
"I shall mourn my brother, who shall call upon me only in times of great need."
All the disturbing matters receded, and Talos sat in the silence of the First Claw weapons room, meditating alone.
After the brutal fighting of recent weeks, he now desperately longed for peace.
Fandral is dead, the Blood Covenant has been destroyed, and now there are only a few lonely ghosts left in the Broken Eagle who are exhausted and scarred both physically and mentally, and a dozen who can hardly be called Ass. Tate's Weeping Eye Raptor.
At this time, although he was reluctant to admit it, Talos was very eager to have Ciel by his side.
The Char were there when Talos committed his first murder: a shopkeeper selling human flesh killed by a boy on a dark Nostamu night.
He stayed with him when the underworld war swept through the city, always swearing, always the first to shoot, the last to ask questions, always confident and never regretful.
The Charr are the First Claw's truest blade and their backbone in battle.
It is because of him that the other Talons are always reluctant to confront them.
While the charr was alive, Talos never worried that the First Claw would lose a battle.
Although they have never liked each other, brotherhood does not require friendship, only loyalty.
The entire galaxy burned as they stood back to back - brothers forever, never friends, together to the end on the traitor's path.
But now no one is listening.
“If there is hell in this world——”
Taros muttered to himself in pain, covering his head:
“You are going there now, I I believe I will see you there soon, brother.”
The Cursed Echo is still drifting peacefully, waiting for the pilot to recover and venture back to the Great Eye again.
Under current circumstances, even a short flight could kill Octavia, let alone a voyage lasting months or years across much of the galaxy.
Talos knew all too well that he had never experienced a true warp storm.
The eyes are an unwelcome refuge, even for experienced wizards.
An untested navigator, especially a burned-out navigator, is a liability that he is unwilling to test until there are no other options.
When he closed his eyes he could still see the Eldar.
Their light figures danced in the swaying shadows, shadow against shadow - sometimes black, sometimes quiet, sometimes silver, sometimes screaming.
The Eldar, he no longer had to sleep to see them. Although he got the inspiration he wanted, did it also accelerate his degeneration, like some kind of cancer treatment that did nothing but exacerbate the black spread of the tumor?
He had argued with Valier in the apothecary a few weeks ago, but the truth was cold and hard - he didn't need an auspicious reading or a biorhythm scan You will know that you are festering.
These dreams are enough evidence.
Since Ciel's death, they have become worse - more serious, less reliable.
But even this is controllable, at least for a while.
The Eldar's dreams were different because they were more than just dreams, he no longer had to be asleep to feel them.
The howls and blades of the mad alien became as real as the walls around him, as tangible as his brother's voice.
What troubled him most was why could he still see them?
Since Hell's Iris, when the dream first came, he was already ashamed of his unwillingness to return to the Eye of Terror.
But now, the prediction seems to have come to nothing.
Ciel could not die twice. He had never been so happy about his mistake as he was now.
Deciding how much to tell others is not easy.
Tell him too much and they won't follow him.
If there are too few, they will yank at the chains and resist his guidance.
"Taros."
Suddenly, a shadow said at the edge of his vision.
This voice is somewhat familiar.
Instinct forced him to look to the left, but there was nothing - no image, no sound.
As he exhaled he heard the clang of blade against clay, vague as a memory, it might have come from somewhere near the ship; probably in his mind.
"Talos."
Another voice whispered as something passed across his vision.
He glanced over and saw it disappear.
But he vaguely recognized it as a bat-winged helmet.
"Talos."
He lowered his head and breathed slowly, abnormally enjoying the pulsation of the blood vessels in his skull, and the pain reminded him that he was awake.
Some kind of foreshadowing comes from the energy he inherited from the original body, which is also the reason why he can lead the warband so far.
But he didn't like the feeling of his skull being torn into pieces.
"Taros, Nessen Four."
He lowered his head, hanging his aching head.
“What’s there?”
“Talos, the Nessen system…”
"Tell me what's there!"
he roared.
"Destiny."
A word he hated and feared. The soul hunter shuddered and woke up with his body soaked in sweat.
He immediately summoned a servant.
"How long have I been resting."
"Thirty-five hours and zero——"
"Let the ship prepare to change its sailing direction."
"Uh... yes Where?”
“Storm Star Territory, Nessen Galaxy”
(End of this chapter)