Chapter 889 The Awakening Prophet
Two months later, a major event occurred in the Engels galaxy in the Storm Star Territory. A cruiser from the Astral Knights suddenly appeared and in just a few hours killed a subordinate in the galaxy. A large space station owned by a certain commercial guild was wiped out, and the people inside were either turned into corpses or disappeared.
It was later proven that the space station turned out to be the headquarters of the Star Pirates Group Blue Ants. The District Legal Department heard the news and came, but they could not collect much evidence because the Star Knights regarded this place as a place to vent their anger. It was so neatly erased that the Ministry of Justice was quite critical of the Astartes' overstepping of authority.
But what no one knows is that what disappeared along with the blue ants were the coordinates of more than a dozen secret mining stations and the locations of several large void warehouses.
No one knew that the leader of this operation fell into a coma shortly after the operation was launched, and was taken back to Nathan IV by the recruits in panic to receive treatment from Valier.
However, after the pharmacist checked, he discovered that Talos was not simply in a coma. His actual condition was much worse than it looked -
"Char is dead, what are you going to do?"
< br>"Talos? Talos?"
"What happened to the Soul Hunter?"
"Forget it and leave him alone."
"He probably needs a funeral."
Taros knelt beside his brother's body, saying nothing and thinking nothing.
Ciel's mutilated body hardly resembled a warrior anymore. He was just a broken thing made of torn pieces of flesh.
"Brother——"
After a long time, he whispered to Charles:
"A hero's funeral awaits."
Taros stood and walked to his weapons rack, where an ancient flamethrower stood, its unlit nozzle emerging from the wide mouth of a brass demon came out.
He had never liked the weapon, rarely even using it since he had snatched it from a dead warrior of the Emperor's Children.
But now he needed to use it, Talos picked up the flamethrower and activated the pilot light with a click of his thumb.
The flamethrower hissed across the room, a ball of angry wax flame glowing blindingly in the darkness.
He slowly aimed the weapon at Ciel's body, breathing in the smell of blood and the chemical smell of old oil from his brother's body.
Char was by Talos's side when he committed his first murder, and he stayed with him when the gang war swept the city, always swearing, always the first to shoot, the last to ask, forever. Be confident and never regret.
They never liked each other because brotherhood does not require friendship, only loyalty.
They stood back to back, even if the entire galaxy was burning - always brothers, never able to be friends, walking together to the end on the road of traitors.
The flames hissed in the spreading silence.
"If there is a hell in this world."
Talos said painfully:
"You are going there now, I believe I will see you there soon, brother. "
He pulled the trigger, and the chemical flames suddenly roared out and swept through Ciel's body in a short time.
The ceramics were burned dimly, and the flesh and blood dissolved.
He took one last look at Ciel's blackening skull, the matter decomposing, the rancid smell of burnt human flesh adding to the nauseating air.
Suddenly, under Talos's shocked gaze, Ciel's body suddenly sat up, and the almost split head turned towards Talos at a 90-degree angle in a strange manner.
"You must return to the Eye of Terror"
Taros took a step back in shock. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he felt something pinched his throat from behind. Lived. The moment the whole person was lifted up, Talos twisted his head back hard, and then he saw a pale and evil smile, with eternal gloom and sadness.
"My father!"
The Primarch of the Eighth Legion held Talos in his hands and hissed in a whisper.
"You have turned your back on our ideals. You and your sons are polluting the souls of the entire Legion. You have surrendered to the throne of decay, pathetic child."
"No— —"
Taros opened his eyes suddenly and saw a big, annoying face hanging above his head.
"Are you awake?"
"Valier, stay away from me!"
Valier took a step back and put the syringe in his hand on the medical tray next to him. Pick up an energy drink Rebi.
"Just an hour before you woke up, Soshyan just came to visit you. This is the third time he came to visit you while you were in coma. This regiment commander values you very much."
“What do you want to say.”
Talos sat up, took the cup, and drank the bubble-filled liquid in one gulp. At this moment, he was almost naked except for a pair of black shorts. His strong muscles, nerve interfaces on them, and criss-crossing scars were all exposed to the operating light. .
“Maybe it’s because I once told him that every time you are unconscious, it means you have seen something very important.”
“You are wrong, he is not an obsessed person. A prophet, because he often sees things himself."
Talos turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, his legs hanging on the ground.
“And my memory is a jagged plateau and shadow, ripe now and empty now. I’m not even sure I’ve seen the future. The little things I remember are like the tangle of ropes of fate. Together, it is no longer a prophecy, at least not in the way I understand it.”
If this surprised Valiel in any way, he didn't show it.
"Well, at least your condition scared your cubs enough. I wonder if they have cried a lot for you."
"It happened after I fell into coma. What?”
“Ah, you should be able to imagine that the recruits thought that you were attacked by some witchcraft or spirit. They fell into a rage and planned to kill all the star thieves. People, and move very quickly.”
Taros frowned slightly, this was not what he expected to see.
Valier suddenly laughed.
"I have to say that the little guy named Sablin has a good hand. He was able to restrain the little guys who were already going crazy when you were unconscious, and quickly killed the new recruits when the massacre started. The leaders gathered together and formed a temporary small command organization, which saved the lives of the remaining half of the living people."
Taros was silent for a moment, and then nodded.
“He can always give me some surprises.”
“Yes, you have found an excellent successor for Ciel’s gene seed.”
Hearing this, the prophet shook his head.
"Ciel is Charles, he is him. The gene seed is a dead thing. It has no soul and no witchcraft. It will never affect the independent personality of the transplanted person."
"Oh? That's not necessarily the case."
Valier turned around and pulled out a notebook from the cabinet behind him.
“For example, we can talk about your gene seed.”
(End of this chapter)