Chapter 562 Old Stories of Thousand Sons
He sat up from the iron platform that served as a bed, and pressed his thumbs on his eyes that were sore from lack of sleep. The lights in the cabin seemed extremely dim.
Like the little scribe's room he had on Prospero.
Before becoming an Astartes, he was a poor but eager to learn child, often relying on a hand-held illuminating ball to learn the complex writing on parchment.
But that has all turned into ashes.
The last time he saw his birthplace was when he was escaping from it - through the porthole he saw all of Prospero in flames.
After arriving at Sotearius, the remaining Thousand Sons rebuilt the original City of Light as it was.
Kayon visited there many times in the future, but like many of his comrades, this new city could not evoke any sense of guilt for his hometown.
During those days of shame, the Thousand Sons were at best a fractured brotherhood.
What's worse is that they have even forgotten what brothers are.
As for the Scarlet King Magnus, how could he ever care about the fate of his children?
Kayon's father has long been lost in a greater game and devoted himself to the war between the four gods. Now there is only the illusory ether in his heart.
At that time, the only thing Khayon wanted was to survive.
Many of the Thousand Sons brothers had to put their knowledge and sorcery up for grabs to serve the warband with the highest bid.
In fact, the power of the Thousand Sons is indeed in high demand.
Because even compared to the countless worlds in the Eye of Terror, Sotearius is definitely a dangerous place.
Its sky is a burning sea of fire, and it is impossible to distinguish between day and night. Higher up, countless ghosts surround this planet, crying miserably forever.
Sotiarius also has a star ring, but this star ring looks too pale, because it is not composed of ice, snow or rocks, but wailing souls.
In fact, the Thousand Sons' new world is surrounded by countless ghosts who died of conspiracy and deceit.
Although from some angles, this is not a beauty.
"Prepare the shuttle."
After briefly tidying up the room, Khayon walked towards the hatch, and Nagua followed him. The demon lynx moved silently, its obsidian-like claws tapping lightly on the deck. , the shadow is reflected on the wall, sometimes turning into a shape with wings and horns, and sometimes her shadow cannot even be seen at all.
When Kayon went out, he noticed two vigilant guards standing outside the hatch, wearing porcelain armor edged with bronze. The carvings on the helmets recalled the history of Prospero. .
They also noticed Kayon and turned towards him at the same time.
As Kayon expected, one of them nodded slowly to him, as solemnly as the statue in the church.
In the past, seeing these human-like movements would spark a glimmer of hope in his heart, but now he has long abandoned this illusion.
His brothers are dead, killed by Ahriman's arrogance.
Now these scarlet letter warriors are just corpses standing in armor, and they will never be resurrected.
"My good brother."
He sends useless mental communications to the Scarlet Letter Warriors, but even a glimpse of them causes him great pain.
Because in his eyes, they became the living dead sealed in fine porcelain armor.
Kayon sometimes approaches and touches them with his spiritual power. This subtle situation is like listening to distant sounds in a silent night.
He could feel that their souls were around him, still the same as when they were alive, but the flesh and blood inside the armor had turned to ashes, and his heart was blocked by heavy fog.
But no matter what method he uses, they will only stare at him through the T-shaped window of the helmet with stiff, emotionless eyes, holding the bolter tightly like a guard.
When Ahriman finished his final spell, Khayon and the Thousand Sons tried to stop him, but they failed.
Finally, the familiar feeling of guilt brought Kayon back to reality, and Nagua growled beside him.
"Follow me."
I gave the order to the two Scarlet Letter warriors, and this order also severed the mental connection between him and them, as well as the perception of their memories. The heavy sound of boots hitting the ground could be heard as Scarlet Letter followed Khayon.
On the way back along the corridor to the bridge, another speaker was activated.
"Kayon, are you sure you really want to go? I have a bad feeling."
It was the voice of the Masked Prince Telemanon. Kayon had always hated this voice.
He looked at a speaker on the wall, which was shaped like a handsome and smiling funeral mask.
“Why?”
“Because this is the territory of the empire. If something happens, we cannot help.”
Time stood still for a while, and Kayon stared at the speaker in silence.
Then, he said slowly:
"Wake up the ordnance machine servitor, I need to put on armor."
"It's done."
"So. You know I will definitely go, why did you say what you just said."
"You are a little dissatisfied."
"Who do you think I am dissatisfied with?"
"Your mentor Asaka is dead, Fire Fist Leo is dead, and your alien maid was also killed. Captured, your sister became the machine spirit of the Revenge Spirit, but you have nothing, and you have a lot of dissatisfaction."
Every name and title the other party said made Khayon gnash his teeth. , but he knew that he had to control his emotions, otherwise the little conspiracy of the Masked Prince would succeed.
He is a standard believer of Slaanesh who takes pleasure in the suffering of others. Although Khayon has taught him many times, he still remains stubborn.
Sometimes, Khayon also wanted to stab that guy in the throat.
He had such an opportunity in the past, but he gave it up.
Now, it may be difficult for him to deal with the Masked Prince - he may be able to defeat him, but he will never be able to kill him. He has a highly clear understanding of reality.
This is what distinguishes him from most members of the Black Legion. Most of those Chaos Space Marines are arrogant and arrogant, and few are willing to accept the reality that their skills are inferior to others.
In other words, the current Black Legion is no longer the Black Legion he had hoped for at that time. Although it is stronger than before, it no longer has the bond of life and death between brothers, and is only based on revenge. A monster formed by exchange of interests.
"Shut your stinking mouth and never take pleasure in my pain, you stinking piece of shit from Slaanesh."
"You've been deprived of even the thought of expressing your dissatisfaction."
Kayon calmed down, there was no point in arguing with this guy.
“You’re not here to stop me, right.”
“Of course, I’m just reminding you.”
"Then I've received it now."
There was a chuckle from the speaker, and then there was no more sound.
Kayon walked into the armament room. He didn't plan to bring anything with him. Apart from his own personal equipment, he only had his pets.
This warship with concealment technology is floating in the asteroid belt near Nessen 4. This place is still safe for now, but it will be difficult to say as time goes by. Khayon must make a quick decision.
Soon, a cargo ship slowly passed by the asteroid belt, and a small shuttle roared out from the meteorite fragments, went straight to the cargo ship, and quickly disappeared in the open air On deck——
(End of this chapter)