Chapter 701 The Bond of Blood
One by one, the eleven structures woke up, their heads flashing with an ominous red light.
“Damn it, get out of here first!”
Taros knew the power of this construct and quickly asked Soshyan to lead people to retreat, but then he realized that the door was unknown. When has it been closed.
“They are silicon-based intelligences modified by your cursed original body using Necron technology. In a sense, their essence is closer to those abominable aliens.”
Angelica's laughing voice and the friction sound of the construct wielding adamantium weapons and iron feet formed a chilling chorus.
“Destroy them!”
The eleven structures pushed down the fence and walked to the center of the hall, where they were greeted by a terrifying hail of bullets.
The lethal bombs were either deflected by the deflection, or simply exploded harmlessly on their alloy bodies, without causing any substantial damage. Their strength was breathtaking.
Then they raised their four arms, the light and subatomic pulses of the gravitational vortex hissed, and the destructive power contained in them made Soshyan feel bad.
But after locking onto Soshyan, who was standing at the front, the light on their weapons suddenly went out, and their bodies became motionless.
This surprised everyone.
“Cease fire!”
After Soshiyang gave the order, the soldiers immediately stopped and not a single bullet was fired.
“Why——”
Angelica was stunned, this situation was beyond her expectation.
But then her years of instinct made her turn around and try to escape to a safe place, but a shadow had already enveloped her——
"Ah!"
The next second , she found that something had hit her thigh flesh. Despite years of anti-pain training and the ingredients in her blood that anesthetized her nerves, Angelica still felt extremely painful.
The Inquisitor howled and fell to the ground. She turned around and found that only a pile of hanging tissue and muscles were left on her right leg, which was being peeled off from the bloody broken bones. The chainsword was spinning hatefully aside.
"Traitor! Beast!"
She cursed, gritted her teeth, struggled to push herself forward, and tried to limp and run awkwardly.
But then a huge shadow knocked her to the ground, her muscles tingling with chemical reinforcements as they fought against the armored warriors holding her to the ground.
She wanted to pull out the phase sword that had attacked Soshyan from the thigh sheath, but when she realized that the scabbard and grenades on her body had been knocked away, she immediately screamed angrily.
In the end, her trump card was the poisonous needle in her sleeve, but when her outstretched forearm was also twisted, she shouted out new swear words.
"Damn! Ah! Damn!"
She struggled painfully under the oppression and lost control in her anger. She could no longer hear what Soshiyang was saying at this time, the one with a cold and cruel aura. The giant had already pushed her to the ground.
"Since you know them so well, do you know me? Woman."
Before fainting, she only heard a low laugh deep in her bones.
"Don't kill her, Talos, I still have many things to ask her."
Looking at Talos torturing Angelica like a torture toy, Soshyan just said hello, and then walked through the static construct towards the statue.
He knew why these machines stopped, because he instinctively activated the gray marrow just before the battle.
Their original body must have set some kind of supreme authority inside these machines. They will never attack targets with gray marrow, so they chose to stand still under contradictory orders.
“Yours!”
Suddenly, something flew over from Talos. Soshyan stretched out his hand to catch it, and saw that it was a blood-stained red amulet.
Holding the treasure tightly, he came to the primarch and gazed at the noble face.
It was then that he noticed that there was a line of words engraved on the base of the statue - [To my most wise and fearless brother, even if the entire galaxy has forgotten you]
Signed by: Horus Luperkar.
At this moment, he suddenly realized that the bond of blood could penetrate thousands of years of time and reconnect them with the past. "I swear that I will wash away the past stigma of the Legion. One day, the battle flag of the Eleventh Legion will fly openly and openly on the territory of the empire. This is my promise, Soshyan Alexey. My father.”
Under the gaze of the warriors, Soshiyan stretched out his hand and held Brahma's front part.
Then, with a slight exertion, the former weapon of the original body slipped into his hand. At this moment, his world fell into chaos.
He found himself turned into a ghost, floating on the high battlements, and clearly saw two individuals hiding in the darkness ahead, one tall and one short.
"Xerxes, how does it feel to visit Terra for the third time?"
I saw the Eleventh Legion in red and black armor walking leisurely into the light, with a smile on their faces. He was smiling, and the gaze he projected was so soft that Suoshiyang even thought it was him in a trance.
The hunched old man stood still in place, the spiritual flame of the scepter shining.
There is no doubt that it should be the one holding the seal.
"As in the past, I feel at home."
Makado narrowed his eyes, and the wrinkles on his face overlapped.
"While I know you very well, that almost sounded like a perfunctory comment, like any other."
The Primarch bowed low, almost to eye level with the Markbearer himself.
"Forgive me, that's all my intention."
"No need."
Makado said, waving his hand to signal the other party to stand up.
"You are the most loyal one. You have paid a huge sacrifice for everything you did for your father, even if it was your legion."
"Nothing comes without a price, and I can do more, but things have changed."
"What?"
The primarch's eyes flashed with the scepter. Flickering light.
"That thing was a little out of control. I also met a being who knew it very well. That being warned me, claiming that it was playing with fire and burning itself."
Makado was very calm, late. The soft sound of the wind is the only sound here, high on this wall.
Staring at the flame, Soshyan suddenly felt something tingling behind his brain.
"What do you mean, Xerxes? What do you think the other party knows?"
"I'm not sure, but the other party has dealt with those things before, I guess you should know What's going on?"
The Palmist closed his eyes, and the original member of the Eleventh Legion continued to speak slowly.
“.I entered an ancient library under its introduction. For a long time, I was obsessed with the knowledge inside. I dare not say how much I have discovered over the years, but I have a deep understanding of those things. We have a better understanding of the nature of the empire, and a better understanding of the future of the empire
I am deeply concerned that one day, someone will reveal that the Imperial Truth compiled by my father was based on lies from the beginning, and thereby claim that the galaxy cannot be justified by our father, or anyone who supports him. to rule. "
The original body sighed softly, as if saying these words relieved a heavy burden.
"And that person, there is a high probability that he will be one of my many brothers. "
Malcador opened his eyes and looked up and down at the Eleven Primarchs.
"And is that what you believe? Is your father the root of humanity's ills, like the lost gods of the Eldar's past? ”
The Primarch shrugged slightly exaggeratedly.
“Of course not, Sealbearer, but I know my father, his power, and his vision. I believe that even someone as powerful as you cannot deceive him, then if my father Knowing what I have done, then..."
The Primarch of the Eleventh Legion shrugged again.
"Will I still be part of His grand vision? In other words, maybe I will be the most rebellious son in His eyes."
(End of Chapter)