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

Chapter 12 Every step is not the expected routine

Thinking in Nostramo terms, Iago Severtarion should flee now.

In fact, that's what he should have done.While being transported, he took advantage of a loophole to escape from the Dark Angels' battle barge and landed on this planet.He knew very well that those paranoid cousins ​​in black paint would never give up. He should have found a way to sneak away after recovering from his wounds.

But he didn't.He stayed.He allowed himself to waste ten Terran years on this barren agricultural planet, even thinking that those who were chasing him were unlucky and disappeared into the turbulence of the subspace, or missed the time of landing with him, or perhaps I gave up for some other reason.

He knows how the world works, and he has tasted enough of the malice of probability in his past experience, and he is fully aware that that absurd assumption is just his own wishful thinking.In the past ten years of Terra, he had persuaded himself more than once that he should leave this planet, but more than once, he had actively or passively given up on the idea for various reasons.

Until now, fate once again revealed its bloody mouth to him.

As an agricultural planet with poor productivity, Jestal has always had little nightlife.Even during the harvest celebrations that the entire world was celebrating, the campground at the cargo terminal quickly fell silent as the stars sank below the horizon.Sevatar was finally able to think undisturbed in the quiet darkness.

Darkness reassured him, darkness was his territory.Not only because he was a Nostramo born of darkness, but also because it was a power given to him genetically by his primarch - whether his primarch wanted it or not.The Emperor's biological alchemy gave him a physiological structure that did not require sleep so much, so he always used this extra dark time to think.

He wondered if he should run away.

The Nostramo part of Sevata urged him to do this, but the other parts of him that he couldn't quite define what it belonged to objected loudly.His subtle premonitions, which he probably also inherited from his Gene Father, were never wrong, so Sevatar knew that if he started to set off now, he would have a high chance of evading the Ravenwing team that was chasing him.

If he chooses to escape, he will naturally survive.But he knew better that those cousins ​​who were so nervous about the "secret" would never give up so willingly.They will dig deep into the planet, torture and interrogate everyone they think is suspicious, and finally use explosive bombs, melta and even torpedoes to erase all traces of their past, and continue to follow the legacy left by Sevatar. Clues launch a never-ending pursuit.

He could survive, but what about the people who accepted him without any grudges, believed the illogical lies he made up, and lived with him for ten years?

Sevatar had never had any illusions about how smart the "civilians" on an agricultural planet could be, and these people were even dumber than he expected.If he had even had the slightest thought, everyone in District [-] would have been killed by this stupid kindness ten years ago.

But he didn't.Even today, ten years later, he found that he could not leave these people there to die.

Yago Severtarion, you too have grown weak.He was so self-deprecating in the dark.Guess what, the way you look forward and backward now is exactly the same as Shen.

He had been thinking about it for a long time.About his genetic father, about his cruel governing philosophy and vague sporadic teachings, about everything he himself has experienced...about justice.Miraculously, the countless thoughts he had thought about all converged at this point of life and death tonight, pointing out an answer to him:
Iago Savitarion had no regard for honor, and he never cared to be called a "coward."But this time, he's staying.He will face a fatal battle and his bloody fate.

He now has no weapons, no power armor, and even he himself is not in the best condition due to the long-term lack of several elements necessary for the Astartes, but those Dark Angels had better not think that——

——The huge impact interrupted Savita's ambition, knocking him off the roof of the cargo station and falling to the ground along with the gravity of the planet.

In the few seconds of free fall, Sevita thought a lot: Who was the attacker?How could he locate his current position quietly and so accurately?Why wasn't his prophetic power touched?Why did the attack happen so much earlier than he expected?

He didn't get an answer, but the muscle memory he possessed as the best soldier in the Eighth Legion had started to operate automatically, adjusting his posture in a blink of an eye in a weightless state, allowing him to stand up again the moment he landed. Combat——

- But something huge hit him hard on the back.He didn't suffer any injuries, but his landing posture was damaged.Sevatar was forced to fall to the ground in an ugly and ridiculous posture, almost feeling like he was being photographed like a piece of Old Hank's spice cake: the thing that hit his back did not move away with the free fall or the vibration of the landing. Instead, it stayed in place and continued to press forward, making Sevita feel like his ribs and bones were screaming.

He wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, the pressure on him kept pushing the air out of his three lungs.His throat was choked by pain and suffocation, and he could only manage to let out a little meaningless moan.

Then, a voice he had never imagined in ten years sounded in his ears:

"Long time no see, Cy." A ghost from the past, the Primarch of the Eighth Legion, the master and father of Yago Severtarion, said with a cheerfulness that was clearly malicious:

"No matter what you think, you have to come with me now."
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"Have you asked him what he thinks?" In the main control room of Storm Border, Fujimaru Ritsuka held a cup of steaming mocha coffee, raised his head, and sent a disapproving look at Conrad Coates. The attack on her body; behind her, there was a background board poking at a golden-armored giant who was slightly shorter than Coze; while Sevita stood at the very edge, silent and as good as a quail.

After all, the situation is stronger than the person. Based on his understanding of his genetic father, he is very sure that if he dares to say a word now, the original body of the Night Lord will dare to roll him into a ball - literally.

Kurtz didn't say a word, but Ritsuka seemed to have understood something.She sighed, put the coffee back on the porcelain plate, and spoke very quickly: "Although I knew from the time I heard that you didn't even get through the Temple of Time that I shouldn't retaliate for your interpersonal skills. What unrealistic hopes. But - after realizing that this is an obvious flaw, you don't even change it?"

"I don't think there's anything wrong with doing this." Coze replied confidently, "Sai is my first company commander. Of course I have the right to decide where he should go and what he should do."

"Indeed, Yago Severtalion is your first company commander, your soldier, and your heir." Ritsuka said with a sad face, "But first of all, he is a human being, not someone who belongs to someone else. Your belongings can be moved around as you please. Even between superiors and subordinates with a mountain of military orders, you still have to show him the most basic respect."

"I found some very interesting phenomena." Coz was not prepared to make any positive response to this. "You didn't have any... 'basic respect' when you treated the eighteen children of mine you captured before."

"I implore you to face this problem with a correct attitude, instead of always thinking about changing the subject." Li Xiang picked up the coffee cup sadly, "Even if you take [-] steps back, you are still an adult, Conrad. I beg you, please be more mature."

Cozz looked sideways at Ritsuka who put the cup to her mouth, took a microsecond to figure out how fast she was drinking, and deliberately stuck at the right time to speak: "Considering that you will no longer be able to drink because of your body, As I grow older and claim to be 'eternal 17', then by the same logic, based on the age of my body, I am now six months old."

He watched with satisfaction as Ritsuka choked on her coffee, hurriedly coughing and taking out a tissue to clean up the mess she had made. He added happily: "To be specific, it's six months and seven days plus Terra's standard time." Twenty-three hours, fifteen minutes and 23 seconds. I'm still young." Sevita felt that his mind had stopped.

Although seeing his genetic father again seemed like an unreal dream, everything that happened after that, including but not limited to seeing a small ship that was not imperial in style, was in his ignorance. Unconsciously, he stopped behind the cargo station, saw the imperial army, saw his genetic father being condemned and questioned by a mortal little girl, etc. The impact that any single thing brought to him was comparable to Orbital bombing.His lack of brain overload until now is a clear manifestation of the physical toughness of the Astartes.

"You are speaking to a Primarch. I advise you to be careful about what you say and what you do."

"——You use the memory and wisdom of the original body for this purpose? Find some insignificant details to use to argue with me?"

"Otherwise? Do we have any important tasks now?"

"Isn't it true? It's obviously your legion that we are trying to rebuild, but you yourself have beautifully messed up almost every part!"

"——You two, calm down. Please remember the purpose of our coming here." The golden-armored giant who had been serving as the background finally spoke and tried to control the situation before the chaos in the main control room really started. But obviously, this behavior was not Very popular with Curze.

"Shut up, Custodes," he said. "It's none of your business here."

"I am not an Imperial Guard." A flat statement without any emotion came from the golden helmet, "I have reiterated this -"

"——But when you look like a Guardsman, are equipped like a Guardsman, talk like a Guardsman, and act like a Guardsman, you can't blame others for calling you a Guardsman."

The golden giant wanted to make some more excuses for Kurtz's fallacies, but Ritsuka stopped him with a wave of his hand:

"Okay, Somni, he just wants to torment everyone he can, so don't follow his wishes. And thank you, I have calmed down."

Somni nodded and returned to the background-like state without any entanglement, as if there were no mood swings at all.Ritsuka turned back to Curze's direction: "Let's get back to the original topic. You accused me of having some double standards when it comes to treating Severtarion and the other Night Lords, and I admit that - however, why not? Is he like those people who go around committing all sorts of crimes just because they feel like it?”

Fujimaru Ritsuka asked sharply: "During the years when Yago Severtarion served as the Night Lord - you must know this better than me, Conrad, I hope you can think about it carefully: what he committed Every atrocity he commits, every trigger he pulls, and every life he ruins, how much of these actions are his own will? And how much of it is because you ask for it?"

These words are deafening.Conrad Coates froze in place, sullen, but said not a word.He did have some things to say, but he also knew that those things could be easily refuted by Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"He loves you. Conrad. Your descendants all love you." Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed, "I think this is a very heavy thing, but I know you may not care... I don't expect you either. Choose to respond to this, but at least respect these loves and don’t treat them like objects and toss them around as you please.”

"...I don't think so." Coze said very reluctantly.

Li Xiang didn't pay much attention to him. She just collected the cups and saucers in front of her and blew them out the door like a breeze: "This is a suggestion. The choice is yours."

"Fujimaru Ritsuka, you little annoying thing!" Cozz angrily rotated his direction along with her actions, "You can't just lightly say 'The choice is mine' every time - where are you going? ?”

"Wash dishes, change clothes, get ready, go out, go shopping." She didn't look back, just said in a normal tone as if reporting her daily itinerary, "Although we have the Storm Frontier here for Savitarion It's superficial, but you still remember that the reason why we came to this planet is not just for him, right?"

She left after saying these words, leaving the remaining three grown men in the silent main control room.

The Imperial Guards never spoke actively when nothing happened, Somni still stood there blankly like a backdrop; Coz just stared fiercely at the girl's back as she disappeared into the narrow corridor, not knowing what he was thinking; Savita, who was slowly recovering from the near overload of brainstorming, was probably the only one among them who gradually felt a little embarrassed, but before he could decide to say something to break the embarrassment, his genetic father had already spoken. :

"...I can't figure it out." There was some rare consideration and confusion in Coz's voice, "Should I choose? What's the best way to choose? I can't see anything, and I can guarantee that my choice is correct. ?"

He slowly moved his gaze back to Savitar.He seemed to have seen something, and he seemed to be simply meditating.

"Sai, what do you want to choose?" He seemed to be asking, but also seemed to be talking in his sleep, "Are you going to leave with us? Or choose to stay on this planet? If you choose the latter, you will be here in a while Just follow her when she disembarks, and I won't bother you again."

He thought for a while and added: "This is not a threat or a test... this is a simple choice. I don't know, but like she said, maybe I should try to respect your choice."

Sevita's brain, which had just recovered not long ago, was overloaded again: he could barely control him from shouting "Who are you? What did you do to my genetic father?" and the like. All that was left was his tenacious and tenacious desire to survive. .

And his desire to survive is crumbling under such impact.

　I realized that if I choose light novels for categories, of course the titles don’t need to be so serious!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)