Chapter 1874 The Captured Bat
After Alvarez approached the target, he found that just as he expected, the city's energy control center had only a few guards.
They were staring in amazement at the jagged black shapes emerging from the clouds, the raptors circling in rapid arcs over the city, their paths intertwining with arrogant precision across the sky Something is carved.
Alvarez also noticed his brothers. They held their prey in their hands, or simply hung it on hooks and spikes on their bodies. They just killed wantonly without any purpose at all.
Have they forgotten that mission always comes first for a Space Marine? Have they fallen this far? The Night Lord had long since sworn to overthrow the Imperial Lie, but looking at his greedy, screaming brethren, Alvarez wondered what was driving them now, was it just dark lust?
With this helpless mood, he began to dive.
When the guard standing on the top floor of the energy center wearing simple armor finally noticed him, he had already stretched out his arms, separated between a pair of escaping guards, and neatly connected the waists of the two. Divide into two, turning two people into four sections.
When he landed, he turned around, wondering how far their legs would go without a hitch, but they just tipped over.
“Ha!”
Alvarez grinned, turned and walked towards the extended stairs, and said to the sizzling communicator:
"The target has been reached."
But no one responded to him, only those weird howls.
After a few minutes, a vague and wet voice finally came.
"Do your own thing, don't ask us again."
Alvarez cursed secretly, and then turned off the communicator. Discipline no longer exists, and all plans are under control. The moment he acted, he was free to do whatever he wanted, but he still had to complete his work, and leave the boring hunting to those raptors and his master.
The technical sergeant went all the way down the stairs, killing all the guards he encountered in the middle, and he didn't bother to chase those who escaped.
So when he came to the main control room, everyone had already run away.
Alvarez put away his weapon, then unfolded the mechanical auxiliary arms on the two layers of the backpack, inserted a large number of data cables into the Thinker array, and began to shut down the energy supply in various areas of the city.
Then he heard something, severed the connection abruptly, and grabbed the bolter in his lap.
The main control room is as dark as before, with only the fluorescent light from various screens.
The moment he raised his head, Alvarez froze.
For a brief moment, he thought that his brothers finally couldn't help but attack him, but then he realized that these were not his brothers.
They stood or squatted on the steel beams, wearing midnight blue armor without any trace of decay or depravity. White lightning was engraved on the surface of the armor. The shoulder armor was hard to see anymore. A bloody bat-winged skeleton, but there is still a strange silver-grey eagle emblem on the chest.
They are like crows staring at the living on the dead branches in the cemetery. Each one is silent, but each one is staring at Alvarez. The many pairs of scarlet eyepieces in the darkness seem to be Examine, or judge.
"You are——"
Alvarez glanced around and found that there were at least fifty or sixty people on the other side. He controlled his desire to attack and glanced at the entrance with his peripheral vision.
There were also two more figures there. One was wearing a very new model of power armor. The front of the helmet was covered with a skull visor. There were blood-colored bat wings raised backwards on both sides of the helmet, and a huge The chain saw halberd was leaning against his shoulder. This weapon Alvarez had only seen in records. The commanders of the Legion were very fond of this weapon.
The other one was wearing pitch-black armor, with a bird-head-shaped helmet, and was holding a long black sword.
"Hey, look, who fell into the pocket."
The black-armored warrior poked the floor with his sword, making a threatening scraping sound.
"A little bat who can play with machinery, now we have a pharmacist and a technical sergeant."
As he said that, he also touched the man next to him with his shoulder.
"I will be the priest, and the structure of the war group will be established."
But the other party ignored him and just looked at Alvarez.
Alvarez hesitated for a moment. He knew that resisting at this time would be a dead end, and this group of people looked very strange. It seemed that they were not the Sons of Night war gang that he knew, but rather like the old days. Legions of the Age of Expeditions. But the Legion no longer exists. This is the truth he has always been told. Seeing so many Legion soldiers at once was hard for him to accept.
But if you want to escape, there is nowhere to escape in this place, so there is only one option.
Alvarez put away his weapon.
"Brothers, I am the technical sergeant of the Shadow Ghost warband, Alvarez, what can I do to you?"
The tall warrior with the chain saw and halberd finished listening. He introduced himself, tilted his head, and then whispered in Nostram:
"How long have you been in service?"
"One hundred and five years, standard Terran time."
Alvarez also answered in Nostram.
"Have you always been in Shadowghosts?"
"Yes."
Suddenly, the opponent took steps forward, and Alvarez subconsciously took a step back. His hand reached for the weapon but did not hold it.
The man slowly walked up to him and seemed to be looking at him carefully. Alvarez was also looking at this soldier who was a full head taller than him. Suddenly the other man said:
"Take off your helmet."
Although the tone of the other party's order was very unpleasant, people had to lower their heads under the eaves. In order to survive, Alvarez had no choice but to obey and took off his helmet to reveal the logo. He has a characteristic Midnight Legion face and well-cut black short hair. Although he is in a Chaos war gang, Alvarez has always paid attention to personal appearance and hygiene. His dark eyes are paired with a marble-like cold face and a slightly straight nose. , enough to be called handsome.
After a few seconds of silence, the man holding the chain saw and halberd circled around him again.
"I didn't expect there to be a normal person among those crazy people and freaks."
Alvarez replied calmly.
“Because madmen cannot maintain machinery and equipment.”
“That’s right, so based on the pattern and process of previous attacks, I guess there will definitely be a technical sergeant in this war gang. Turn off the city's energy, Vasco Gore is so obsessed with darkness that even a little flashlight light would make him feel uncomfortable, right?"
Alvarez said nothing.
Afterwards, the other party put his hand on his shoulder and said with interest:
"I can allow you to ask three questions, but you have to pay attention. I will also make a decision based on the questions you asked. You have ten seconds to think about the ending.”
After that, the other party started counting down.
“Ten, nine, eight, seven”
“Who are you?”
Alvarez quickly asked the first question.
The man chuckled upon hearing this, shrugged, and then pointed to the logo on the shoulder armor.
"You see, we are the Night Lords, descendants of the former legion who were called traitors. We can also be called brothers, so there are still six seconds, six, five."
Alvarez glanced at the eagle emblem on the opponent's chest and immediately asked.
“Who are you loyal to now?”
"Allegiance to brothers, blood and purpose, so, four, three, two -"
Alvarez blinked and finally spat out a sentence.
"Can I join you?"
(End of Chapter)