Chapter 398 The Departed
Septimus listened to the roar of the engine, and there was no place more comfortable for him than where he was sitting now - the familiar Thunderhawk Gunship pilot's seat.
Valier sat in the passenger seat, still not wearing a helmet, staring into the distance.
Sometimes, the pharmacist would absentmindedly reach out and touch his pale lips with his thumb, lost in thought.
"Septimus."
The engine was on a warm-up cycle when he spoke.
"My lord?"
"What are the chances that we will reach the surface of Nessen VI without being discovered?"
How could Septimus guess that? .
"I know nothing about the Eldar, my lord, nor their scanning technology."
Valere was clearly still upset.
"The Dark is small, take advantage of these and get close to the planet."
Septimus checked the convex door in front, except for the gunship and some Dietrian insisted that it was necessary Apart from the essential equipment, there is almost no space in the cabin holding the shuttle.
Even the Thunderhawk is loaded with important relics from the Hall of Reflections, leaving no room for more crew members.
With no time to talk to Octavia, Septimus could only send a brief voice message to her private room, and he barely knew what to say.
How to tell her he might die down there?
What could convince her that Dietrian would protect her once they reached the Great Eye?
In the end he could only mutter in his usual awkward tone, mixed with a low Gothic accent.
He tried to tell her that he loved her.
This is hardly an elegant expression of emotion.
But she didn't answer, and he didn't even know if she got the message - maybe that was for the best.
Septimus triggered the launch button, closed the boost valve, and the explosion-proof door behind him slammed shut.
“We are sealed and ready.”
Valier still didn’t seem to pay much attention, he was still thinking.
“Let’s go.”
Septimus gripped the control column tightly, feeling his skin tingle as the engine roared even more intensely.
He took a deep breath, guided the gunship out of the narrow hangar, and flew into space.
"No offense, my lord, but have you considered that you might be wrong?"
Septimus asked the Skinner carefully.
“I mean, what is the possibility of Talos surviving?”
The pharmacist nodded.
"I have thought about it, slave, and this possibility is another thing that interests me."
Through the thick glass of the cockpit, Septimus looked By the time the Cursed Echo had been completely destroyed, its wreckage hugged the orbital station, and the two sides were entangled, spinning, and destroyed together.
That was once his "home", but now it is just a ruin in the cold void.
He didn't have any hope of how many people were alive up there.
Septimus looks for a suitable contact point, speed is the most important, but he must avoid a large number of structural fragments and hide in their shadows as much as possible.
In addition, he was careful not to push the engines too hard, lest the Eldar warships currently stationed in high orbit would be able to detect their presence through heat signatures.
They only flew for ten minutes before Valier closed his eyes and shook his head gently and suspiciously.
“We have been attacked.”
The Skinner said softly, to no one in particular.
The sound of footsteps from behind forced Septim
Si craned his neck to look back over his shoulder. The gunboat responded to his wavering attention and suddenly slowed down. speed.
Through the camera, he saw three of Octavia's followers standing at the door leading to the enclosed cockpit.
He immediately recognized Verray, and the other two were probably Herrick and Foley.
They were dressed in rags and had bandages on their hands, which meant their appearance was completely obscured.
Cestimus looked back at the windshield and slowly steered the gunboat around another larger fragment of metal plate, while smaller pieces of metal kept hitting the hull.
“Did you get on the boat before we left?”
“Yes.”
One of the men answered.
"Did she send you here?"
Septimus was a little confused and didn't know Octavia's purpose of doing this.
"We obey our mistress." That was probably Herrenknecht's reply, and to be fair they actually sound similar, the sound is not always
Make it easier for people to distinguish them.
Valier's sickly blue eyes were always staring at Verray. This attendant was wearing a thick cloak. Although she was wearing goggles, the bandages on her face and arms were loose, revealing The pale skin underneath.
“Such deception could fool an impartial mechanical bishop.”
Valier then said slowly:
“But it would be almost pathetic to try the same on me. "It's ridiculous."
Fairy smiled, began to untie the bandage, and loosened his hands.
Septimus risked a glance back.
“Keep flying.”
Valier glanced at him, his eyes full of threat.
“Focus on your responsibilities.”
Half a minute later, Verri finally put down his baggage and threw away his heavy cloak.
She reached up to her face, took off her goggles, and checked that her bandana was on.
"You will not leave me alone on that broken ship with that mechanical monster."
Ottavia's voice made Septimus almost fall out of his chair Jump up.
“I’ll go with you.”
With the guidance of the navigator, Septimus, although a little uneasy, still avoided all possible searches by the Eldar, and they traveled through The atmosphere reached the surface of Nessun 6.
It was a barren time, with not much vegetation, just murky seas and exposed rocky mountains.
The prison Talos and the others chose was the most dangerous one among the many mountains.
The first one to notice the Thunder Eagle approaching was Lukovus.
He was devouring the flesh and blood of the dead Eighth Legion soldiers.
Lukovus was not ashamed of the feast, and just as the Eighth Legion searched the body of the slain, so did the bloody eyes plunder the flesh.
He knew what Talos or others would think if they saw him tearing apart his brother's body and eating the meat inside. They would probably view this matter so generously, but according to the current situation development, this does not seem to matter.
Loukofus carefully preserved their genetic seeds as he ate
He removed the fleshy lymph nodes and stored them in a freezer jar on his thigh.
At this time, it was raining heavily in the sky.
Birds of prey swallowed the dead in the rain, raising their heads from time to time, their exposed faces stinging in the unfamiliar wind.
He is waiting for the arrival of the Eldar and is no longer interested in hunting underground.
He was not even sure why he wanted to take away the gene seed of the Eye of Weeping Blood. Perhaps even in the face of death, this was a strong tradition.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of the gunboat's engine, and his instinctive reaction was to be nervous.
As he turned to face the growing sounds, his claws began to move, and without the helmet's visual loop, his vision was compromised at a distance.
Lukovus was about to reach for his helmet when the Thunderhawk sat above his head and sprayed its engine stream down, spraying gray water around the edge of the prison tower.
When the ladder opened, Lukovus watched expressionlessly, not even the slightest bit surprised by the figure falling from the sky.
The figure landed smoothly with a thud, then turned toward the gunboat.
"I'm down, landing on the battlements, away from any Eldar ground troops. You can run away. You can go wherever you want. That's all I ask of you. Thank you for helping me through this last step. If there is a chance in the future, I will repay you.”
When the pilot of the gunship did not answer, the Thunderhawk began to tilt, the thrusters flashed, and then disappeared into the rain.
After saying that, he turned back and looked at the raptor.
"Lukovus of the Weeping Eye."
"Valiel the Skinned."
Lukovus replaced his helmet in its place , reattaching the demon mask to his face.
“You look like a drowned corpse.”
Valiel was not familiar with the raptors, but had heard of their deeds.
"I know what I look like, why are you here?"
Valier's eyes wandered over the dark prison.
"Because of a fool's wish, where is Talos?"
Lukovus gestured with his paw and bent his fingers.
"Underneath."
While the two were talking, the Thunder Eagle had already left the planet's surface at its highest speed, passed through the atmosphere, and returned to the void.
And Dietrian, who discovered that the navigator was missing, could only let the shuttle wait where it was.
After such a thrilling turn, Septimus and Octavia won the right to survive as always, although only temporarily.
(End of this chapter)