Chapter 371 Philosopher of War
“This object is biologically stable!”
Dietrian’s voice was louder, drowning out the screams.
“He also entered a state of mental stability.”
“Does that sound like mental stability to you?”
The prophet still did not look back.
“Didn’t you hear the scream?”
“I can hear it.”
Ursus interrupted.
“Very bitter music.”
"I am indeed aware of the pain response of speaking."
Dietrian then defended.
“I believe this indicates—”
“No.”
Talos shook his head.
"No, don't give me this crap, Dietrian, I know you still have humanity, this isn't a "vocal pain response", it's screaming, you know, what Lukovus thinks of you. Right, no one can imagine this kind of screaming and being as truly transcendent as you say... You understand fear and pain, I know you do, whether you wear power armor or not, you are one of us .”
“It’s just a scream.”
For the first time, there was a slight hint of displeasure in Dietrian’s voice.
"Relatively speaking, I have brought him into a mentally stable state."
"What if you release the stasis lock on the machine?"
Dietrian stopped, feeling a little guilty.
"Uh...then this thing might kill us all."
"Stop talking about this thing, this is Markarian, the hero of our Legion."
"The hero you wish to murder."
Talos turned and looked at the Tech-priest, the sword glowing with the light of electronic life in his hand.
"He has died twice! Foolish hope that I will allow you to play your games with his body, but he will not come back to us! I understand now that it would be a mistake to even try, for this Against his last wish! You locked him in the pain of eternal death. I will not allow you to play with his body now. He deserves better than this."
Dietrian again. There was a moment's hesitation, carefully considering the possibility of placating the captain in this unsettling rage, and during the brief pause the screams did not abate in the slightest.
"This East... Macharion, can still serve the Legion, and through the application of torture and the right amount of pain, he will become a devastating presence on the battlefield."
"I That path has been rejected."
Taros still did not disable his sword.
"I can't tolerate the abuse of his body, I've had enough."
"But I can control it-"
"That's enough! Throne of Fire, this is Vandrod Reasons to lose your mind! Infighting, squabbling... Talons killing each other with blades in the dark! I probably don't want my brothers to put me on this idiot's pedestal now, Dietrian! The Cursed Echo is my ship! We may be on the run, we may be doomed, but I won't die without a fight, and I won't accept this disgusting indignity to end my life! You know what I mean? "
Of course, Talos knew that Dietrian certainly did not. To the Mechanic-Priest's auditory receptors, it all sounded meaningless, and any behavior based on chemical processes of emotion would be cleared. and ignored.
“Yes.”
But he gave in anyway.
Talos smiled, and surrounded by fearless screams, he let out a lament.
"You are a terrible liar, I even doubt if you still remember what it means to respect and trust another soul."
He turned his back to the bishop and climbed onto the coffin with one hand , buzzing as the power sword swiftly brushed past the stasis field.
Talos stared at the precious metal image of Macharion on the iron coffin - his master, the true master before the reign of Vandrod.
"How different things would be if you were still alive..."
Talos's whisper was like poetry.
“Don’t do that.”
Dietrian shouted his last objection.
"This action violates our oath to the Eighth Legion."
Talos ignored him. "Forgive me, Captain."
He raised his sword, the tip of the sword facing the carved pattern.
“Wait.”
Usas suddenly spoke, but did not stand up.
He struck the deck with the blade of his axe, making a tack-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap sound.
"I heard something, a rhythm, a rhythm from the soul."
Talos turned to Dietrian.
“What does he mean?”
The technical bishop was so confused by this exchange that he shrugged and sent out a string of negative codes.
"Need to clarify, are you asking me what your brother's words mean and do you want me to give you some enlightenment?"
"Talking to you is really a waste of time."
< br> Talos slipped from the iron coffin, his boots hitting the deck with a thud.
"Ursus, tell me carefully."
Ursus still beat the ax with a soft, sonorous rhythm.
"It's screaming, listen... Talos, listen to this rhythm."
Talos glanced at Dietrian.
"Bishop, could you please think carefully about what he might be saying? All I hear is screaming."
"I have sixteen slave processes that perform continuous diagnostics "
At this time, Ursus finally raised his head, and the bloody palm prints on his face blocked the dim light in the room.
"The rhythm is still there, Talos."
"What rhythm?"
"...The rhythm, Markarian is alive."
Talos turned and walked towards the coffin.
“Dear Bishop, can you explain to me what exactly the resurrection ceremony of your order consists of?”
"That technology is prohibited from being leaked."
"Of course, you don't need to go into detail, just tell me simply... vaguely."
"That technology is Forbidden to reveal it.”
The prophet almost smiled.
"You are like a broken repeater now, Bishop, don't force me to fix you. I just want to know what you did to my company commander there."
"Well...it's a drug that combines synapse-enhancing pulses and electrical life-sustaining drugs. It's mainly a combination of chemical stimulants and invasive physiological stabilizers."
"Sounds quite complicated."< br>
Talos has been unfamiliar with his craft for a long time, and he can't even understand some of the terms the bishop said.
"It's been a long time since you've stopped playing the pharmacist."
Usas' smile could be seen in his tone.
"Do you want me to find the Skinner?"
Hearing the confused brother joking, Talos couldn't help but smile.
"This sounds very similar to several methods we use in torture, Dietrian."
Taros's words made the Mechanic Bishop a little uncomfortable, and he twisted his neck , replied:
"That's not the case, this - Markarian has always been a troublesome project, and awakening him requires extraordinary effort and concentration."
"But he's awake now."
Taros pointed to the machines.
"Since he is awake, why do he have to maintain this ritual?"
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