Chapter 373 A Desperate Throw
The last warriors of the 10th and 11th Companies gathered in the war room of Cursed Echoes.
For seven hours, no one moved, they all stayed around the prophet and the wise man of war.
Occasionally other Talos warriors would speak, adding their words to Talos' memories.
Finally, Talos slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Then you woke up."
Dauntless made a grinding sound deep within its interior, similar to the sound of sliding gears in a tank.
Talos wondered if this was the equivalent of grunting, or cursing, or just clearing the noise when there was no throat to speak to.
“You did a great job.”
Talos almost flinched at the sudden statement.
“I understand——”
Taros opened his mouth, purely because he wanted to say something, anything.
"You seem surprised, did you think I would be angry?"
Talos was acutely aware that others were watching him.
"At best, I wanted to kill you, at worst, I wanted to wake you up, and either way, I didn't expect you to be angry."
Markarian was the only real person in the room Those who stood motionless, although others remained still, would change their positions from time to time, tilt their heads, or talk softly between their claws.
To others, Markarian is almost immortal in his silence, never breathing, never moving.
"No, it's that damn Techpriest I should really kill!"
he roared, while Across the room, Sirion chuckled, convincing Maka It took the brothers quite a while for Leon not to go through the traumatic and painful resurrection ritual to eliminate Dietrian.
To Talos, Dietrian had been humiliated by the failure of his resurrection ritual—albeit in a subtle and unemotional way.
“But...”
Taros didn’t know how to finish his sentence.
"You have managed to keep us alive for so long without a commander, Talos, recycling the Cursed Echo was also a great decision, the only thing that surprised me was the appearance of the Eldar . ”
Markarian fell into a brief silence, as if he was recalling something.
"Their trap is pointless, as far as I'm concerned, and the only way to avoid it is to continue living on the edge, doing nothing and having no impact on the galaxy."
"I can't escape this trap, Vandröder Dead, I don't have that great commanding skills."
"No, you have done far more than Vandrod, even if it's not on the battlefield... Don't fight with your mind instead of your claws. And shame, you have sown the seeds of legend, the Night has fallen on a hundred worlds, some will remain in silence for months, some will be lost in years of warp storms, some will never be seen again. news, but there is no doubt that the Empire will find that the punishment they have been released has taken away their lives."
Talos smiled and tried to divert the topic away from himself.
"You said the Empire would know what happened here? I'm not sure, but the Eldar have at least known it. They reacted so quickly. Their wizards must have foreseen the future and predicted it. I saw something in the wave, and I wanted to fight against him, but my ability to foresee was not as strong as the opponent’s, and it was always one step ahead of me.”
After hearing this, the Dreadnought moved for the first time, turning its waist and looking down at the gathered Night Lords.
“Does this bother you?”
A few people nodded and replied:
“Yes, Company Commander.”
"I know what you are thinking now."
The Night Lords looked at their captain. In that heavy body, he was like a towering monument to a life dedicated to service.
“You don’t want to die, the Eldar have driven us into the final battle, you are afraid of the call of the grave, you only want to escape, you only want to live another day, you only want to save yourself at all costs Life.”
Lukovus of the Eye of Weeping Blood hissed before speaking.
"You make us sound cowardly."
Markarian turned to the raptor, his armor's knuckles grinding.
"You have changed, Captain of the 11th Company."
"Time will change everything, Markarian."
The raptor's head suddenly tilted to the side, and the servo system of the power armor Let out a whine.
"We were the first people to climb the city walls during the siege of Terra. Before we became the Eyes of Weeping Blood, we were all Blades of the Eleventh Company. We are not cowards, Captain of the Tenth Company."< br>
“You have forgotten the legion’s injunction that death is nothing compared to self-defense.”
The raptor then let out a harsh hiss, the equivalent of a laugh.
"Having said that, death is still an outcome I would rather avoid. We have accepted this lesson and do not plan to accept it again in our lifetime."
Dauntless responded with a rumbling roar.
“If you haven’t been taught a lesson twice, you never learned it! Stop complaining now,
Before we fear it's all over, we're going to face these alien scum. "
"It's great to have you back, Company Commander. "
Selion said suddenly.
"Then don't giggle like a baby. ”
Wuwei replied.
"Taros, what is your plan? It'd better be grand, brother, I don't want to die a third time in any dishonorable thing."
Several legionnaires gathered together said A cold laugh.
“This is not a joke!”
Markalion roared.
"Company Commander, we did not treat this as a joke."
After Markusen finished speaking,
the prophet activated the tactical hologram.
Dense asteroids litter the space above the projection table, and at the center of the cluster a pulsing rune indicates the echo of the curse.
"We are safe now, in a small planet group in the northwest of the Storm Star Field."
Markarian made a sound like grinding his teeth again.
"Why are we in the Storm Sector? If we want to return to the Great Eye, we don't need to pass through here."
Lukefus gestured to the hologram, a symbol of gang contempt.
“We didn’t understand either, but the prophet was very determined to change the route, so we plunged into the arms of those alien bitches, as if we were entering a brothel full of mutant freaks.”
Serion cleared his throat.
“Prophet, can you tell us at this time?”
Under the gaze of everyone, Talos hesitated for a moment and said softly:
"There is a voice, a voice that appeared in the preview. It is very familiar, but I can't remember who it is. He summoned I came to the Storm Star Territory... I believe in precognition, and I also believe that there is a way out here. If the Eldar can predict our position, it will definitely not allow us to easily return to the Great Eye."
"Ha. , another preview. "
Lukovus screamed, but was immediately interrupted by Markarian's roar.
“That’s enough, shut up first!”
Then he turned to Talos.
“Thank you for your hard work, Soul Hunter.”
“How many times do I have to drag you out of your grave and tell you to stop calling me that?”
“Except Besides this, what else did you see or hear?”
Then Talos entered another set of coordinates, and the hologram zoomed out, showing a planet itself, and many other flashes. Runes reveal more of the surrounding world.
"This is the Nessen galaxy, very close to us. It was the voice that told me the name of this galaxy."
"Is that the territory of the empire?"
"Yes, strictly speaking We are now in the hinterland of the empire, and may be discovered by the empire at any time, and then be surrounded and suppressed by heavy troops - the information we captured on the long-range communication channel shows that at least five lackey groups of the pseudo-emperor are operating in nearby galaxies. "< br>
As soon as these words came out, there was a sound of inhalation all around.
“This is going to be really exciting.”
Cerion muttered.
“So you plan to let us plunge into the belly of the empire and kill us?”
“Company Commander, this will not be easy. The enemy fleet is gathering on the periphery of the battlefield. Blocking us from entering the system, for now they seem content to wait, but that's it...the noose tightens, and every time we try to run forward they push us back, they know we have no choice but to fight, and we've There is no way to go.”
“Not necessarily.”
Markalion suddenly made a subtle voice.
"That person...since he called you here, it means that we have not reached a dead end yet."
Markalion said loudly:
"Leap, leave everything to Ya Space.”
(End of this chapter)