Chapter 399 The Returned First Company Commander
"...After that we returned to the shuttle, and then we met you, adults."
After Octavia finished speaking, she returned to the island Next to Putimus, although her expression looked calm, she was very uneasy inside.
Soshyan didn't say anything, but was silent for a while, and finally turned his eyes to Savita, who had gotten off the shuttle.
“What do you think.”
"As always."
"What?"
"Those idiots..."
Sevita walked to Soshyan and looked at the uneasy Ota Via, for some reason, the navigator felt that the gaze of the soldier in silver armor in front of her seemed familiar to her, as if she was familiar with it on Cursed Echo.
“...I am always dominated by strange thoughts, and then rush towards destruction, hopeless.”
"I'm asking you what to do next."
"Of course, go down."
Savitar took a step forward as he said that.
“The one who drives the Thunderhawk.”
Ottavia was stunned. It took her two seconds to realize that the other person was greeting Septimus, so she immediately hit her with the partition. People around you.
Septimus froze for a second, as if waking up from a dream, and then nodded vigorously.
"My lord, here we are."
"I'll give you ten minutes to prepare, and you'll take us down in a moment, right at the place you last left."
This is not A request was not a negotiation. Septimus knew very well that the other party's tone was a command.
And he seemed to have no power to refuse.
"Yes, my lord."
"And you."
Savitar turned to Dietrian.
"Ten minutes, put the things above into place and move them down, as well as the things in the Thunder Eagle. Don't let anything leak out. Someone will come to pick it up later."
Even if you use the best With rough logic circuit analysis, Dietrian can also clearly understand the current situation and know the second half of the sentence "People are under the roof".
"As you wish."
After the Mechanicus priest bowed his head humbly, Sevatar turned and walked towards the exit.
"I'm going to prepare. We'll meet here in ten minutes. It's just you, me, and Saul."
Soshiyang watched him leave, and then arranged for some people to guard him. Here in the shuttle, he disbanded the guards and headed to the armory alone.
There may be a tough battle ahead, and he must be fully prepared.
Sevatar walked through the corridors back to his personal room, and asked the servitors to peel off the armor he was currently wearing.
As the armor stand stretched out from the wall, another set of armor appeared, the only thing Sevatar had ever asked of Soshyan.
The entire body of the armor was the faint blue of Nastrum's lightless sky. It was carefully crafted to be very delicate, allowing the wearer's limbs and torso wrapped in rolled metal sheets to be sufficiently flexible.
The armor has lightning patterns and is decorated in the shape of human bones, which plays a role in creating and spreading fear. This design is also a common decorative style of the Night Lords.
This power armor was modified under the personal supervision of Sevatar, and it was used just for this moment.
His most loyal armor had long been stripped bare by the Dark Angels. Although he had worn many fine masterpieces later on, it still could not compare with the original one.
But there is nothing we can do about it, after all, he is also an "old guy".
With the help of the servitors, he put on the new armor, as if he had returned to the era of the Legion. He was still the company commander and the former Prince of Crows.
Chewing the bitter taste on the tip of his tongue, Sevatar took out the last piece of armor, the bloody bat-winged skull mask helmet, from the dark niche and raised it above his head.
He turned to face the door, lowering his helmet until the skull-faced visor connected with his goggles with a pressurized hiss.
His vision shifted subtly and his range of perception broadened as he merged with the shadows of the dimly lit room.
It was at this moment that his long-dormant talent found him.
Death filled his mind, blood stained his teeth, and the smell of blood filled his nasal cavity.
Everything seemed like yesterday, and the long-buried memories of those years spent in the dark world on Nastrum came alive in his mind——
All year round Lightning flashed occasionally in the shrouded night, and the people remained silent out of fear.
Then, light and hope came from outside this putrid darkness, promising a better future.
But soon, that hope was shattered...
A world was struggling in death, and a huge black and gold eye was staring at the blazing flames .
The Astartes fought to the death under the scarlet sky. A gray eagle soars in the sky...
Many voices sounded in his head, and he heard his name, his father's name.
Bitter tears mixed with blood stung Savita's eyes, and then he opened his eyes suddenly. The illusion in his mind immediately dissipated, and the real world returned to him.
"Destiny..."
With a burst of bitter laughter, Savita left the room and sneaked into the darkness. His current outfit was not suitable for appearing in the sun, nor was it suitable for him to appear in the sun. Suitable for everyone to see.
When Soshyan, wearing a Terminator, led Thor to the prepared Thunderhawk, they found that Sevatar was already waiting for them in the cabin.
The awe-inspiring aura brought by the lightning in the dark night made Suoshiyang's breathing stagnant.
"Why...you are wearing this."
"Because this is a matter of the Eighth Legion, and I must use another identity to solve it."
Said With that, Sevita walked to the cockpit and knocked lightly on the door.
“You can go.”
At this time, the cockpit door suddenly opened, and Octavia got out of it. When she saw Sevita, she was stunned...
"You..."
“Why are you here.”
Soshyan asked.
“You shouldn’t be here, woman.”
"I, I want to go with you."
"No, you leave now, don't waste my kindness."
"You need a navigator, otherwise you will never be able to find it accurately They! Septimus is a damn road idiot!"
When the latter sentence was said, there was an embarrassed cough in the cockpit.
“Just let her go.”
Sevita said calmly.
"So, now, start the engine immediately."
"My lord."
The engine roared, and Octavia took a deep look at Savitar. , she would never admit that the brand new power armor was wrong, but it was different from what she had always seen.
Not so many frightening decorations, not so many traces of profanity.
"I didn't expect to see it here-"
"What do you want to say?"
Sevita lowered his head slightly and looked at the navigator.
"Be careful what you say next. You have been on Curse Echo for a long time and you should know our temper."
"Uh, no, I mean..."< br>
Octavia's mind was a little confused. It was obvious that Soshyan and others were loyal Space Marines, but why would a Night Lord appear on the battleship of a loyal Space Marine?
"Then put away unnecessary questions."
Savitar's tone was a little impatient, which Octavia was all too familiar with.
"Yes, sir."
Before she returned to the cockpit, she asked carefully:
"Can you tell me, your name is-"
"Sevita."
Ottavia nodded, but the next second, her body froze.
"Sai..."
She felt that her heart was almost jumping out of her chest, but when she raised her head, she immediately felt a cold gaze looking at her, so she raised her head He slipped into the cockpit without looking back and closed the door.
When she sat in the passenger seat, she was still breathing heavily.
"Dear? What's wrong with you?"
Septimus, who was controlling the Thunderhawk to slide out of the flight deck, noticed that Octavia's face suddenly turned pale, like a dead person. His whole body was covered in sweat, so he asked with concern.
After taking a few hard breaths, the navigator answered tremblingly, and uttered an extremely rare swear word.
“Fucking subspace, we’re in big trouble...”
(End of this chapter)