Chapter 387 Scream
“He is not a Nastrom.”
Makuchen, who had never laughed before, actually laughed.
"Almost half of those chosen by our Primarch are Terran. Sirion, do you still remember the moment when Captain Sevatar fell? Do you still remember that the Black Guards refused to serve Saha? Are you divided into several piles for your service? I have so many examples, think about it carefully.”
“I respect Sahar”
"Me too."
Ma Kuchen agreed.
"Although I have no feelings for him, I respect him. Even if the Black Guards disbanded after Sevatar's death, we know that their resistance to Sahar was not just due to simple prejudice... …Some of the first company were Terrans, they were the oldest legionnaires at that time, and even Malek was a Terran. It is much more complex than the world Sahar was born in, but for most of us, It doesn't matter whether you are from Terra, Nastrom, or were born in any other world."
Makuchen pointed to his eyes.
"No matter what world we are born into, the gene-seed can make our eyes black, and we die with the disappearance of the Primarch
Split, this is probably the fate of every legion... So we are a warband with a common cause, shared heritage and ideology. ”
“It’s not that simple. "
Selion still refused to waver.
"Valier's eyes are not black, and he has the gene seed of the Red Pirate in his throat and chest. ”
Makuchen shook his head.
"Brother, I'm surprised that you still hold on to this long-standing prejudice. Do as you wish, because our discussion
is over."
But Selion was at this time Instead, without intending to end it, he jumped over a guardrail and fell to a platform ten meters down, followed by his brothers.
“Tell me about it.”
His voice was less shrill now.
"Why have you continued to refuse to follow Sahar?"
Makuchen gritted his teeth and took a breath.
“I had almost no chance to speak to any of them, and it seemed not that Sahar had any flaws as Sevatar’s replacement, it was more that no one was worthy enough to truly Captain of the company... No one can compare with him. The Black Guards refused to serve other leaders after Sevatar's death, because it was Sevatar who made them like that, a relationship that cannot be broken by any other means. A brotherhood united by brotherhood, blood and responsibility."
"Yes, I still remember the first time I met the company commander. He was an interesting and charming man, but it's a pity. I am not qualified to join the Black Guards."
"His death is our greatest loss, just like no one in the Legion can truly serve as commander after the death of the Primarch. This is not the path we should take. By now, I’m afraid we won’t even follow the Primarch for the sake of our own future... We have experienced ten thousand years of change, war, distortion, pain and struggle.”
Valere came closer, and his backpack collided with the bulkhead, making a harsh metal friction sound.
“Sevita, Prince of Crows, I have heard of his deeds.”
The pharmacist asked curiously:
“Is Sevita dead? ?”
The others snickered and grunted, but no one paid him any attention, and the remnants of the First Claw continued on, deeper into the shadows of their homeworld.
Talos, who was on the bridge, watched the torpedo trails flying towards the orbital station.
In the past, he might have marveled at the power he had learned to wield, but now he just watched in silence.
But he knew that a few cyclone torpedoes were not enough to break through the tight orbital defense firepower, but they could attract the defender's attention.
“I want to hear the scream.”
The prophet said with wide eyes.
"Yes, Master."
The female correspondent adjusted the bridge's speakers to project the auditory effect of Dietrian's interference field.
Sure enough, this sound matches its name very well.
For a moment, the air was filled with the wail of audio resonance.
It was a hateful organic sound, tortured by furious screams and roars, fueled by the voice of a lone man.
The technologist took great pride in designing the interference projection device, and Talos was grateful for it.
The Scream makes hunting enemy ships in the icy void much easier.
Despite this, it also has a huge disadvantage-the power consumption is serious.
The 'Scream' can hide them in the blindness of their prey, but with every generator on the ship powering it, they can no longer fire their energy weapons, and can only fire them at half the rate crawling speed.
They can't even raise the void shield.
Talos wondered what was happening on the enemy's bridge, but was certain that their systems must have been drowned out by the screams.
Are the aliens panicking?
Maybe, maybe not.
Victory comes from the change in the nature of the game. Talos knows this and does not hesitate to cheat.
The scream blinded the enemy, and they were unable to track the cursed echo in a short time, nor could they intercept the torpedoes flying towards the orbital station.
But the scream cannot affect orbital stations that are far away, or cannot completely affect it, not to mention that it is probably controlled by a group of evil alien wizards now. They must have ways to block the influence of the scream.
But they cannot turn a blind eye to the huge power of the cyclone torpedo.
Sure enough, one minute after the torpedo occurred, the orbital station originally attacked the Cursed Echo's firepower, but instead began to intercept all the torpedoes.
“Stop the screaming.”
Talos immediately ordered.
"Raise the void shield, activate the weapons, and move forward at full speed!"
The cursed echo shuddered through space and made a brief jump under the control of the navigator.
The result of this jump was very successful. The Cursed Echo accurately arrived at the high orbit of Nessen 6, which was a weak blind spot for defensive firepower.
But this jump also brought them completely into the planet's gravitational trap. There were still the eyeing Eldar fleet around them, and they only had a moment to breathe.
Talos quickly summoned First Claw's tactics back to the bridge.
"Nassin VI was supposed to be a prison world for the Empire."
Talos focused the hologram, and this flickering image showed
the landscape of the planet's south polar region , and some architectural outlines.
The First Lieclaws gathered together were either silent or shaking their heads.
"Those prisons could almost be called fortresses."
"You plan to let us go down to the ground?"
Markarian made a dull voice.
"That's right, Captain, the auspicious scans show that the prisons are very large, they extend for kilometers in all directions, and there are maze-like underground sections that are completely off-track. The impact of the bombardment, fight on our terms, if the Eldar want our heads, they are welcome to the darkness... We will hunt them as they hunt us."
"But how long can we stay there?"
Lukefus asked, his voice unusually hoarse.
(End of this chapter)