Chapter 1822 The Lost Shadow
“Is that so?”
Hearing Talos’s description, Kasati made a voice of regret.
"Unfortunately, I originally expected the first company commander to come out and clean up the situation, but until this 41st millennium, he was unwilling to stand up and just watched those people sink. Maybe he was really tired, I I used to despise all the Oathbreakers in the Legion, but he is the only one I have always admired. Being caught between a crazy Primarch and a group of shameless subordinates, and having to maintain the airs of the Legion, who is this? Nothing can be done."
Taros looked at his former brother and suddenly asked in a low voice:
"What is that one going to do?"
"I said, don't ask me these things."
"Have you been following him for these ten thousand years?"
"Not entirely, you know, that adult is relatively withdrawn, and is not the type who likes to be followed by others. I mainly collect information for him to make him less closed-minded."
Ta Ross smiled.
"He has so many filial sons and grandsons, but he trusts an outsider. I don't know how sad those little crows will be when they hear it."
"Maybe I have a better sense of humor than those cousins."
"Where has he been all these years?"
Cassati pondered for a moment, came to Talos, and whispered a name. Talos had heard it, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
“It’s actually like this. It really seems like something he can do. In a sense, he and our father are two sides of the same coin.”
Then, he changed the topic.
"By the way, I want to ask you about someone."
"Who?"
"The mourning crow."
Hearing Talos At the mention of this title, Cassati's eyes flickered slightly, then he lowered his head and said:
"Why do you want to ask about him?"
"I have a guess that I want to confirm."
"I can probably guess what your guess is, but we will talk about him later. It’s not convenient here.”
Talos nodded at him.
"Then we'll talk about it later, but I can't make the decision on your affairs. I'll wait for Soshyan to decide. Before that, just stay with me and I'll give you a cabin, but you also Think of it as a prison cell, but you have to stay in it first.”
"That's great, brother, I thought you would let me live in a box."
Talos gave a middle finger, then turned and walked towards the outside of the cemetery. Kassati laughed and followed. .
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In the dark flight deck, the transport plane slowly came to a stop, and the crazy and gorgeous colors could be vaguely seen on the closing gate in the distance.
The deck was silent, with only the low hum of the transport engine and the slight noise of mechanical friction transmission.
Soon, air waves overflowed from around the transport plane, the ramp slowly lowered, a flashing red light emerged from it, and a slender figure appeared at the top of the ramp.
She was wearing a simple black gauze dress and a black gauze hat that covered her face. Her graceful figure could be vaguely seen through the light behind her. When the ramp landed with a clang, she stepped down gracefully and slowly. The contact of her heels with the metal ramp made a crisp sound that echoed on the silent flight deck.
Although it was dark here, it seemed that it could not block her sight. She put her hands on her belly and walked calmly along the passage, as if a noble lady was walking on her own. In the castle, all the passing gates open automatically.
As a huge creation that condenses human science and reason, the interior of this battleship is contrary to its essence. Something has reshaped it with superstition.
Wood carvings and bone fragments cover the metal bulkheads. Some of the bones are so huge that they could only be obtained from the most terrifying monsters. Even the small passages are full of original meanings even if large-scale decoration is not necessary. Features such as moss-covered rocks, tinkling pool water, bundles of tiny animal bones hanging from the ceiling, and primitive weapons chained to the wall like prisoners.
When she came to the main passage leading to the bridge, she stopped.
There are weak lights here, which are lighting balls on the pillars on both sides of the passage. In the middle of the passage, a lone wolf is sitting on the metal ground, its black fur almost blending into the darkness. Only the white teeth and two yellow eyes flashed past, and then it turned and ran away.
Then she began to continue walking, but in the shadows behind the huge metal pillars around her, something subtle began to appear.
There were animalistic gasps, sharp claws and metal scraping screams, and threatening low growls one after another. All these made this space seem like a midnight forest, where the most dangerous things lurked. Deadly Hunter——
Wolves.
But she remained unmoved and continued walking along the passage.
Those sounds became frequent, and in the intertwined dim light and shadow, some huge furry objects flashed past. The only impression left on people was the dim eyes and sharp teeth covered with saliva. .
They began to peek, and more and more greedy eyes flashed in the darkness, as if they were staring at an innocent deer walking in the forest, and were ready to bite its throat and tear open its flesh at any time. , have a great meal.
Suddenly, she took out a handkerchief from her waist, covered her mouth and nose, and cursed in a low voice:
"It stinks, beasts are beasts."
Her voice immediately caused a commotion and barking, as if the beasts in the dark could understand her words.
Finally, she walked to a brass door. Among the complicated patterns on the door, the most conspicuous ones were two wolf heads raising their heads and roaring.
At this time, the beasts also gathered around. Each of them was close to three meters tall, with thick hair, protruding muzzles, sharp and huge canine teeth, and their forelimbs were in the shape of human arms, but their palms were held like claws. And even though they walk upright, the structure of the hind legs still maintains the posture of the wolf's hock, knee and pastern joints.
Generally, this kind of existence has a taboo name——
Werewolf.
And they are not naked, they are covered with some rags, and there are broken gray iron clothes hanging on their shoulders and chests. The wolf head logo and a number VI can be vaguely seen.
While growling, they stretched out the sharp claws in their hands threateningly. The eyes on their animal faces were staring at the prey that made them unhappy, and they slowly approached the prey.
“Go back!”
Suddenly, a low, hoarse, and slightly drunk voice sounded from behind the door.
It was like a gunshot that instantly dispersed the gathered wolves. They turned around and disappeared into the shadows, but those slight gasps meant that they had not really left.
Then, the brass door slowly opened, and the woman in mourning put away her handkerchief and walked in.
Inside is an extremely spacious hall. The structure is like a ship turned upside down. The dome bulges high in the middle of the hall and gradually narrows at both ends. The angular pillars are decorated with carvings of wolf heads. The central beam is supported, and the columns are filled with exquisite and gorgeous wolf head totems and carvings, decorated with intertwined beasts, whose twisting movements inevitably end in the opponent's fangs and maw.
In the middle of the hall is a towering bonfire, crackling and burning. The air is filled with the smell of rosin, herbs, wet fur, and the sultry fragrance of animals sleeping in their nests, mixing with the smell of the hall. The light smell of alcohol makes people feel like they are in the chief hall of some primitive tribe.
At the end of the hall, there is a high platform with a table placed across it. Behind the table is a huge throne, and a huge thing is "stalled" in the throne.
(End of this chapter)