Chapter 367 Malavia’s Movement (Please vote and subscribe!)
After talking about the original body, the stone room fell into dead silence again, with only the occasional crackle of the oil lamp and the existence bound by the iron rope. The moans made.
Finally, it was Savita who broke the silence.
“Getting back to the subject, although the original body is dead, his prophetic ability has been continued in the legion’s bloodline with a very low probability. For example, I only partially inherited the original body’s ability, but that is far away It's not a sign, it just allows me to be one step ahead in the battle."
Then, he raised his hand, and the chain in mid-air lowered as if alive, sending the grimoire into his hand.
"I once promised you that I would find a prophet for you."
As he said that, he actually opened the grimoire.
Soshiyang glanced over, only to find that there was nothing inside.
“The Prophet is the only person who fully inherited the ability of the original body, but he also inherited the pain caused by that prophecy. You have to be mentally prepared, that guy may not be so easy to talk to...but At least not rigid.”
“He?”
Soshyan blinked.
"Where and when can we find him?"
"I don't know either. I just interfered with his prediction and led him here. As for when... You have to ask the subspace."
Savitar handed the grimoire to Soshyan.
“It’s no use to me now.”
Soshyan was stunned for a moment, and then took the grimoire. For a moment, he felt that the heavy book in his hand was like a beating heart.
There was also an iron lock engraved with a secret seal tied to it. Soshyan wanted to untie it and carefully inspect the inside, but Sevita immediately stopped him.
“Don’t do this, unless you plan to use it now.”
“Use it?”
Soshiyan stopped what he was doing.
"Is it possible that you plan to throw it away somewhere?"
"But... maybe it should be handed over to the Inquisition."
"Don't be stupid."
>Savitar waved his hand, as if to ward off flies, or some stupid idea.
“You think the Inquisition will find a place to bury it? Let me tell you, they may hide it for a while, but they will eventually use this thing and will let it go without any surprise. Get away.”
"Slip away."
Soshiyang lowered his head and glanced at the grimoire.
“You mean, it will run on its own?”
“Nonsense, it is conscious. Part of the guy you killed is still inside, and it is ready to escape at any time.”
“But here...”
"It can't escape while you are here."
Savitar lost his patience.
"Believe me, there is no place in the galaxy more suitable to preserve it except around you."
Soshiyang was silent for a moment, then carefully hung the grimoire on his waist, and Tucked under the burqa.
“Remember, if you plan to use it, you must stay as far away from your friendly forces as possible, especially mortals, and it is best to cooperate with the power of your gray marrow.”
"What is its function?"
"Its song, that deadly sound, you only need to order it to sing after you unchain it. It cannot disobey your request because it is afraid of being destroyed. .”
“Can I destroy it?”
Soshi raised his eyebrows.
“Don’t think about it now, there may be a chance in the future, not to mention such a powerful weapon, it would be a pity to destroy it... If necessary, you can hand it over to a trustworthy psyker. , it will become a nightmare for all enemies.”
"I will not do such a dangerous thing."
Soshiyan shook his head, not interested in Sevita's proposal.
"What's its name?"
"The movement of Malavia."
Nodding thoughtfully, Soshyan stood up immediately.
"Is there anything else?"
"Nothing at the moment."
"There will be a triumphal banquet later, you can come too."
Prince of Crows He snorted and didn't reply. Soshyan was already used to the other party's attitude, so he turned around and walked out the door.
But after walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turned around and asked:
“I almost forgot, who is the prophet?”
“His name is Talos Valcolan. Known as the Soul Hunter, he was once a pharmacist and later a sergeant of the 1st Talos of the Tenth Company."
"Taros..."
Soshiyan carved this name into his mind. , and at the same time imagining, what kind of traitor is this?
"Talos!"
Marcusen said loudly:
"You shouldn't change your route suddenly."
Talos opened and closed his fists smoothly. The servos then emitted a soft chorus.
“What on earth shouldn’t I do?”
he asked, even though he already knew the answer.
“No one respects a fragile leader, you are too considerate and too introspective, they take your words as a joke, but that can make up for it... Trust me, brother, in the claws No one would plunge into the unknown void simply for your desire to pursue your soul.”
Talos nodded and agreed easily to all this while checking his collection of imperial emblems.
"So, their only purpose of fighting is to spread terror among the crowd, isn't it? These shallow and useless souls have no deeper emotions."
The First Claw is Silent looked at his leader for a moment.
"What's wrong with you?"
Makuchen asked softly:
"What pain has enveloped you these nights since Charles died? You also said before falling into a long dream With this, it will be twice as bad when you wake up. You can't roar into the air."
The prophet sighed and turned to play with the winged golden sword.
“I’m just tired of escaping. I want to win it. I also want to know the meaning of fighting for it.”
"What is it? What nonsense are you talking about?"
"We have to get better, we have to change and evolve, stagnation is worthless."
"You sound like It’s Reuven who hasn’t left us yet.”
The prophet’s lips curved into a sarcastic sneer.
“I have been suffering from this pain for a long time, the only difference is that I am speaking out about it now! I have no regrets, speaking out about these shortcomings is like opening a cyst, I feel the venom coming from my body Midstream, there is no sin in living a life of resignation, but we should have fought for the war and spread the fear in my father's name, we all swore to it
Ma Kuchen did not hide the confusion on his pale face.
"Are you crazy? How many in the Legion would pay attention to the age-old boasts of the mad Primarch?"
"I am not saying that the Legion would pay attention to such words."
< br>Talos squinted his eyes.
“I am saying that we should pay attention, if we do this, our lives will be more valuable.”
"The precepts of the Legion were taught and proven when he died, and what still matters now is to survive as long as we can, and then wait for the day when the Empire falls."
"When will it fall? ? Then what?"
Makuchen looked at Talos for a while and shrugged.
“Who cares?”
“No, that’s not enough, not enough for me.”
Suddenly, the Prophet's muscles tensed as he gritted his teeth.
This detail was immediately captured by Selion, who was silent on the side.
“Calm down, brother!”
Talos’ body suddenly leaned forward, and Selion and Markusen immediately rushed forward to hug him.
“This is not enough!”
"Taros..."
Sirion paused, intending to stretch out his hands to drag the prophet back.
Marcusen watched all this with wide eyes, unsure whether to grab his weapon.
Talos was still focused on throwing his brothers away, fire dancing in his black eyes.
"Not enough!! We are burdened with so many centuries of senseless sin and endless failure! The Legion was poisoned, we sacrificed the entire world to cleanse it, but we failed too! We are the only ones poisoned by ourselves The Legion of Primarch Hate! We have failed again! We swore revenge on the Empire, but we escaped every battle in which we did not have the upper hand! We failed again and again, no! Have any of us ever fought as hard as we could with the hope of escape? Have you ever drawn your weapons since the siege of Terra with the belief that you might die?"
Suddenly, Talos's body softened, and he slumped back onto the chair again.
"No, never..."
Just as he was muttering to himself, the alarm bell suddenly sounded on the bridge.
“Emergency report! A battleship with unknown signal is approaching!”
(End of this chapter)