How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 110: Enter the dungeon and prepare to deal with the mobs

"What's going on?" The sight was so out of common sense that Robert Guilliman couldn't help but ask. Unfortunately, no one among the guards around him could give him an accurate answer.

Maybe some kind of psychic phenomenon.An Obsidian Knight of the Sisters of Silence gestured beside the regent.The manifestation of this blue light is very similar to the distant fire support emitted by Tyros Cathedral before. Perhaps they come from the same source.

All of them were caught in the yellow-green mist of the battlefield.Observed at such a close distance, the dirty yellow-green color seems less obvious, but it is still very affecting the sight.When the overly humid air on the battlefield comes into contact with the dry and cold armor, a large amount of water droplets naturally condense on it, flowing freely on the armor with everyone's smallest movements.

A convoy headed by Tribune Maldovar Corken surrounded the Imperial Regent. Its members included an entire squad of Custodes, a dozen knights of the Sisters of Silence, and the more peripheral Ultramarines Victorious Army.Arriving at the battlefield, they gathered around the Primarch from various vehicles, perhaps a hundred of them at a glance.

"The position of the light has changed. Maybe something else we don't know is causing trouble. I think we must be more vigilant." A victorious soldier advised beside the original body.

Guilliman was originally confused as to why the person speaking here was not Cato Sicarius. After a microsecond, he remembered that he had sent him to perform other tasks before.In fact, he did not forget his previous order, he was just too accustomed to having Sicarius by his side at all times.

This didn't distract him for long.He soon realized that more fog was coming up, and the open space where the strange tower was originally located was quickly covered again, and this time, there was obviously some more unusual supernatural power in the fog.

Too quiet.

Guilliman knew the battlefield as well as he knew every act on his docket, and now he was sure that he was without a doubt on the front lines.But normally, even if the fog blocks his vision, he should still hear the sound of various types of gunfire coming from the surrounding plains from a distance, the roaring sound of the vehicle's promethium engine, and the sound of the Titan With the rumble of the knight's footsteps.It was like he could still feel the airwaves from the distant explosion on his exposed cheeks.

However, the air waves were still there, but other sounds seemed to have been eaten out of thin air by the surrounding fog, either disappearing or weakened to the point where they seemed to come from far away.What was left for Guilliman in the center of the mist seemed to be only deathly silence.

"Visibility decreased rapidly." Kirken reported. "Within 30 seconds, the observation range of the human eye dropped from about 700 meters to 200 meters, and it was still decreasing. Something was going to happen."

What the tribune didn't say was that he hoped that the imperial regent would value him and return to the command car to leave the front line immediately.But he was clearly unable to shake the will of a Primarch who had already made his decision.Guilliman simply agreed with his reasoning, and then pulled out the Emperor's Sword from his waist.

Just like at any time, there is a blazing flame burning on the sword forever.Guilliman held up the gift from his father. The mist around him receded due to this action, flowing against the direction of the wind in an unnatural way, as if to avoid the flames burning on the sword.

"I am the last loyal heir of the Emperor, Robert Guilliman!" he said loudly, and the voice was amplified countless times by his armor, resounding like thunder across the silent battlefield, "Invasion No matter who you are, come out and face me!"

He knew that the one commanding this battle was undoubtedly Mortarion, and it was Mortarion who had laid suspicions and traps to lead him all the way to Parmenio.If it had been the old Mortarion, Guilliman could have no doubt that his brother was waiting for him behind the mist, sharpening his sword and preparing to decide the outcome with him - but now Mortarion, he wasn't sure.

The corruption of Chaos and the passage of time may change him.Since the Heresy, so many of his brothers have become almost unrecognizable to Guilliman.He could only take the lead in stepping out of the front, pretending that he had made a mistake, and using himself as bait to try to fish the enemy leader out of his hiding place.

However, this time the call to the formation failed to attract him the enemies he wanted. Instead, golden light spots like fine sand landed on the command vehicle behind him with a slight pattering sound.Guilliman put down the sword slightly in confusion, but still kept it at a height suitable for attack, and then turned around and looked:
A man with black hair and skin, dressed in white and holding a bow and arrow, slowly landed on the roof of the car.His figure looks like a mortal, and he does not show any aggression, but everyone present is on alert - after all, no ordinary mortal can gather his figure from the golden gravel-like light spots out of thin air, and It will not float in the air as if it is not affected by gravity, and then slowly fall to the ground.

"You must be the regent of this country." The man who appeared out of thin air faced Guilliman and spoke before everyone present, "The instructions I received from my Master, Fujimaru Ritsuka Yes, we will try to protect your safety as much as possible in the coming battle, and at the same time serve as an advance force to guide the direction of subsequent reinforcements."

This brief statement alone could not win the trust of everyone present, but Guilliman noticed that the bowstring of the white longbow in the man's hand was burning with a flame that was very similar to the cyan blue streamer that had been shot from the direction of the cathedral. .

"Did you do the remote fire support sent out at Tyros Cathedral before?" the Imperial Regent asked tentatively.

The man pursed his lips slightly unhappy because of this question, but it was not because of the question itself, but more like a little resentment towards himself.He skipped a step on the question given by Guilliman, and the content of his answer was slightly inaccurate: "I did have a problem during the support process, but now, I have corrected it."

In fact, no one present was very clear about what he "corrected", but before other questions, this did not seem to be very important. "We don't trust you." Tribune Kirken said bluntly, "We can't trust a stranger who appears out of thin air."

No one paid attention to his clever puns.The man just said tit-for-tat: "It doesn't matter. The tasks I was assigned did not include 'gaining your trust'. If you insist that I don't need to intervene in the next battle, I can just stay where I am." until reinforcements arrive."

"If we need reinforcements, then we also have reliable enough communication links for contact and positioning." A victorious soldier added.

The man standing on the roof of the car looked down at the speaker calmly, as if the ornately decorated, throne-like command car at his feet should be his foil: "They may not be reliable enough soon. Just The battlefield limited to our feet is currently rapidly alienating—or, to use a term more familiar to you, sinking into subspace."

Guilliman frowned at this.In an instant, he used a neural link to transmit his thoughts to the Armor of Destiny, and used the communication channel to call Hero Felix, the frontline fixed communication vehicle, the communicators in the reserve team who followed him to the frontline, Sicarius and Tigris, everything was lost.Only thin electronic noise in the communication link responded to him mockingly. So far, all he could command was the hundreds of escorts around him.

He looked squarely at the man again, and this time he realized why the man chose to appear on the roof of his command vehicle: after maintaining this height and distance, he and the man did not need to raise or lower their heads, and could effortlessly look at each other at eye level.He knew that being distracted on the battlefield was a very inappropriate thing, but he still couldn't help but think in a separate thread. Some of his descendants present would definitely be dissatisfied with this.

But Guilliman himself didn't have any extra thoughts about this. He just continued to ask: "In this case, how should you contact your Master?"

"The bond of the contract is unbreakable." The man's gaze turned slightly away from Guilliman and looked into the mist behind him, "But now may not be the time for us to care about these details."

With clear and smooth movements, he bent the bow and nocked the arrow, aiming in a certain direction beside the Imperial Regent.The blue flame quickly wrapped around the arrow from the bow string, and then instantly turned into a stream of light of the same color under an unreasonable loud noise like the ignition of a promethium engine, piercing the curtain of thick fog like a sharp cone.

Anyone who was slightly closer to the arrow's trajectory felt the supernatural high temperature in various ways, and it seemed that it burned away the rotten mist of the subspace in an instant, and shot out of thin air in front of everyone's shielded sight. A clear tunnel.

There was no sound of the arrow hitting, maybe it was completely swallowed up by this strange thick fog.But everyone noticed that in the direction of the arrow, there was some huge shadow moving behind the mist in the distance.

"The enemy is already nearby," the man said.At the same time, a bell sounded as if from a distant place, followed by painful notes, pieced together into a sad music that was heartbreaking and even insane.The putrid wind blew across the battlefield, causing the mist to re-close the tunnel opened by the arrow just now.

But they did not cover those huge shadows again.The bell rang again, and this time everyone saw antlers-like shadows in the surging mist.The sickening laughter gradually approached along with the disturbing music, and everyone present put the weapons in their hands into preparation for war.

"Maybe we don't have time to truly build trust." Guilliman turned to the direction of the battlefield, once again placed the Emperor's Sword at a height suitable for attack, and at the same time said to the man on the commanding roof, "I will have to put it aside for the time being. This question. I will allow you to stay nearby, but at the same time, I also hope that you will not act rashly."

"The order I received is to ensure your safety." The man replied leisurely, as if he did not understand the implicit threat of the imperial regent, "I will stay where you are, but if I judge that you are in danger, Of course I will take action."

Perhaps this conversation should continue until the problem is completely resolved, but they don't have time.

The third loud ringing of the bell seemed to be close to my ears, the mist twisted and rotated, and a shadow like a carnival parade, accompanied by happy laughter and painful groans, loomed behind it.

——And all its participants are sick and rotten.

　Miwu (no more)

　　I want a leopard to sleep...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)