Chapter 1167 Children of the Night under the Sun
After hearing the glorious achievements of his ancestors, Sablin’s eyes widened in surprise,
“It’s over like this? Just 500 people?”
"It's over. The strength of the Scarlet Walkers is nothing more than this. They are facing the fate of being completely destroyed. Everyone tried to survive or escape from this cursed city, but their fate failed. , fearsome guardsmen were cut down or blown to pieces by cannon fire, renegades were crushed under the feet of giants - those who reached the blasted borders around the city were eventually hunted by squads of Legion trackers, it is said The legion allowed some people to escape, and then hunted them for several hours under the artificial darkness, maiming but not killing them, until they dragged the prey back to the rift valley, accompanied by Venori's screams and burning, the legion Fulfilling their final duty, they threw the half-dead but regained consciousness of the traitors into the abyss, then detonated explosives along the edge of the cliff, cutting off the suspended city. The screams of tens of thousands of people rose to the sky, and they sank into the dark depths of the earth with the Scarlet Walker. Before dawn, the Eighth Legion evacuated the oblivion city."
Finished. Talos sighed deeply at this story.
".Fear is a weapon."
Sabrin remained silent. All the information he knew told him that the depravity and cruelty of the Eighth Legion began with the original body, but he never thought about the Legion. Such extermination missions were carried out before the Primarch's return.
Talos patted him on the shoulder at this time.
"So do you understand? It is never the weapon itself that determines the quality of a weapon, because the weapon is destined to be sharp, and it is always its user who determines it. When it is held in the hands of the Emperor, we They are messengers of punishment. When held in the hands of the half-mad original body, we are perverted butchers. I believe you can figure out the reason."
Sabrin nodded silently.
"So you don't have to worry about your position, because we are still in the hands of Soshyan. He doesn't look like a madman, does he?"
"And don't think that blood can determine Regarding my own position, I saw too many conflicts between blood relatives during the Great Rebellion. There are loyalists, betrayers, and those who embrace the devil. Bloodline cannot determine anything, let alone."
"Company Commander."
Sablin suddenly interrupted Talos.
“Can you tell me what he looks like?”
"Who?"
"The Primarch."
Taros sighed lightly and did not answer. Instead, he stood up, walked to where he stored his power armor, and then picked up the power armor from a metal box. He took out something and returned to Sabourin.
“This——”
Sabulin looked at the opponent’s hand and found a fist-sized, faded copper sphere in his palm. A lens loomed from one side of the sphere—— Like a shining eye made of green glass.
This is an extremely ancient holocron.
Talos said nothing, just made a simple rotation of the top hemisphere, and then a series of clicks came from inside the sphere, and the gentle rotation of the lens focused it.
A grainy image shoots out of the lens, painted a drab green like waterlogged jade, showing...
"This is..."
Sa Bryn's eyes widened.
It shows a rickety figure wearing a broken crown. Its posture and temperament are somewhere between human perfection and bestial depravity. The wear and tear of the equipment has taken away too much image clarity to show true details. But the face of the figure can still be seen——
Sabulin noticed the narrow eyes and the mouth with fangs.
This is the Primarch of the Eighth Legion, Konrad Curze, the Midnight Ghost, the genetic ancestor and biological template of every living Night Lord.
Also his genetic ancestor.
Suddenly, the flashing holographic original body stood up from the throne that was blurred by the distorted image. He walked forward silently. His movements seemed extremely unstable and were interrupted by clutter interference.
None of this matters.
The last moments of the primarch's life unfolded before Sabourin's eyes. The towering demigod laughed, and then leapt forward in the eerie silence.
A surge of visual static cuts and obliterates the image until it restarts moments later. Sabourin saw before his eyes a specter destined to repeat its deeds forever. The Primarch of the Night Lord rose from his throne again, spoke words that could never be heard again, laughed silently, then leaped forward, Disappear again.
“How did he die?”
"Apparently he was killed by an assassin."
Talos whispered, playing a voice stored in the holocron.
It was a soul that had been dead for thousands of years, repeating the same words when the soul of the original body was imprisoned and repeated the same actions.
"This is Mu Shen, the daughter of Callidus. I found Curze, the commander of the Night Lords Legion. I-"
The recording was suddenly interrupted by static noise.
Sabourin shook his head. He could not accept this, even if his primarch was a traitor.
"How could a demigod be killed by an assassin? No."
"I watched him rise from the throne, obeying his orders, watched the assassin approach, and remember him throwing himself How he smiled at her."
Talos turned off the holocron.
"He chose to accept his own death to confirm the dark prophecy in his mind. He wanted to prove to his father, the Emperor, that he was right."
As he spoke, Talos almost instinctively read out the sentence -
"Ave Dominus——"
Then he stopped and smiled self-deprecatingly.
Sablin looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and said softly:
"Long live the King of the Night."
Talos glanced at him and warned:
"You little bastard, don't talk nonsense, be careful of getting into trouble."
"Then Captain, can you teach me Nostrahmian? ?”
“Why do you want to learn this?”
Sablin was speechless for a moment.
"Child, you don't need to find a sense of identity and existence in this way. The past of the Eighth Legion has nothing to do with you. Neither the original body nor the bloodline will affect your future. No. Strahm is no more, you will stand in the sunshine, and the shadow of the Night King will never cover you again."
Sablin was silent for a moment, and then nodded vigorously.
"I understand, company commander, I will never say that again."
"That's right, let go. You young people don't have to worry about us old people." Things, and when it comes to bloodline——"
Taros thought for a while, and finally decided to tell Sablin the biggest secret, because he understood Sablin's thoughts, and with this young man's mind , I’m afraid Bahram’s matter won’t be kept secret for long.
"The Astral Knights don't belong to their current bloodline either."
"What?"
Sabulin almost jumped up.
"Don't be so excited. Listen to me slowly. It won't be too late for you to get excited after listening to it——"
(End of this chapter)