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

Chapter 274 The interior of the Storm Frontier is amazing, right?

Sahar reluctantly opened his eyes in a nauseating spin. He wanted to vomit, but nothing came out.

He knew what caused this uncomfortable feeling - if the prognosis after an anesthesia operation was dire, it would be like this when you woke up, even an Astartes was not immune - even if he had not been for a long time. Have experienced this.

What he meant was that poor outcomes after surgeries (if the ones he'd experienced could be considered surgeries) were common, but he hadn't had an anesthetic in a long time.

In any case, this was a feeling he had not experienced for a long time, but he could not judge at once whether it was good or bad. He quickly discerned that he was being forced to kneel on a rough stone floor, and that every bit of his power armor had been removed. Probably out of ethical necessity, he was wrapped in a robe or rag that had no function at all, including keeping warm, and his neck and limbs were all restrained by heavy metal shackles.

A bad thing, but not unacceptable. There was a dull pain all over his body, and it seemed that at an unknown time, his whole body had been cut open and turned inside out - but this seemed to be a good thing, because apart from this kind of attack on the Astartes Apart from the pain, which was completely negligible, he felt an unprecedented sense of relief in his body.

Of course, this may also be because the anesthesia has not completely worn off. However, Sahar did see some incisions and sutures on his old wounds, and felt that they were rapidly healing under the Astartes' restorative power. The strength of the muscles was under this subtle feeling. Down, gradually returning and filling his body.

The light in the environment was dim, but this was no obstacle to a Nightborne, even if he was not born on the night star of Nostramo like his primarch. Sahar carefully and quietly observed the surroundings, but unfortunately, he could see nothing except that it was dark, damp, and looked like a dungeon dug out of a natural cave. Such a cell was too crude and unremarkable, and could appear on any planet controlled by the empire or not, and he was completely unable to locate his possible coordinates.

Did that old witch Wilchak come up with something new? Or maybe he encountered some other unexpected situation? While observing his surroundings, Sahar used some mental energy to try to recall the situation before he lost consciousness. It's not easy, at least until all the anesthetic is metabolized. He recalled various things, but they were so full of illogical logic and colorful hallucinations that it was difficult to find the truly meaningful parts.

But beyond that, it is still possible to make simple logical judgments just by observing the environment. Sahar soon discovered that everything in the cell was fixed on the wall. At first glance, there were no tools available for use. The only exit to the outside world should be an iron door directly opposite him. He tried to free himself from the locks that bound him, and failed beyond doubt. First of all, the person who locked him here must have a full understanding of the physiological structure of Astartes, because during the struggle, he found that he was fixed in a position that was difficult to exert force; secondly, These limitations clearly revealed something unusual about his ironwork.

Sahar was convinced that the shackles were not even made of ceramite, but they did demonstrate to a Space Marine that iron was tough and strong beyond the physical properties of the metal itself. Under the dim light, he gradually discovered that his handcuffs were engraved with some kind of pattern. He didn't know what it meant, but it looked like the runes of the Space Wolves. A long, long time ago when he first saw this kind of thing, he scorned the wild superstition of wild wolves, but now that he has fully understood the power of psychic energy and chaos, he feels that this is not accurate. What effect did it actually have.

But if this is the territory of the Space Wolves, it is too "pleasant" in terms of temperature. Although he could feel a coldness gradually seeping into his bones in this cell, it was far from being "unbearable". The cousins ​​of Fenris obviously have a unique understanding of "suitable survival" temperature. Sahar neither thinks that he can maintain his current state at that temperature, nor does he think that the Fenris barbarians have the kind of temper for him. This traitor modifies the leisurely mood to suit the temperature of his environment.

A few minutes later, he was convinced that this was not a new trick that the Inquisitor had come up with on a whim. Sahar was not a very welcome "guest" on the Inquisition's black ship, and he could not ensure that there was no such space on the Shadow Hammer, but he could ensure that Wilchak would not use this "mild" method to restrict his ability to move.

The powerful detoxification ability of Pebble Kidney was eliminating the effects of narcotics on him at an observable speed. He gradually picked up logical memories from his clear thoughts: he was sneak attacked while performing an investigation mission, and then Losing consciousness and waking up in such an environment. Now Sahar has no way of knowing the time, so he can't calculate how long it has been since he lost consciousness, but what he needs to do is the same:

He had to find a way to escape. Break free from the shackles, find your power armor, and find a way back to Wilchak's black ship.

There is no doubt that his mission has failed. Even if he goes back, he will only be severely punished and once again put on one layer of shackles by the puppet emperor's lackeys. Michaelia Wilchak is not an easy boss to get along with. As an inquisitor, she is undoubtedly arbitrary and lacks humanity and basic empathy - even if she has a little bit left, she obviously will not. Squander them on renegade Astartes like the Night Lords.

If it was only Sahar himself, it might be a better choice to simply grab any flying vehicle after escaping from prison and disappear into the vast empire (although whether he can escape is another question). But the problem is that it wasn't just Sahar himself who fell into Wilchak's clutches.

Mita is still in her hand.

Once you have set your goals, you should take action on them. At the moment, Sahar really didn't find any elements that could be used around him, but this did not prevent him from starting to implement his own jailbreak plan. It was true that those who restrained him with these chains and shackles were familiar with the workings of the Astartes' bones and muscles. Unfortunately, they forgot to gag his mouth as well - the Space Marine thought Weapons are not necessarily needed to destroy something. They are designed and manufactured as a weapon of the Emperor.

However, just when he was about to do something with his acidic saliva, the iron door opposite him opened in time.

The light flowing from the crack in the door instantly stung Sahar's eyes that had adapted to the darkness. The discomfort caused by the change in light did not last long. Unfortunately, this was not because his visual control organ worked in a short period of time, but because the door was too small: until there was a clear reference, Saha Only then did I realize that the door was obviously designed with only mortals in mind - or perhaps the designer's intention was to make it uncomfortable to use. The light flowing in from the open iron door was blocked by the figure of an Astartes in the next moment. As a result, Sahar's vision returned to darkness, and the sting was reduced. Unfortunately, he also lost the opportunity to take advantage of this opportunity to peek into the outside world. He could only watch with slight regret as his interrogator ducked in from the small door, slammed the iron door back into place, stood up and evaluated him expressionlessly.

The prisoner raised his head without fear and looked at the visitor. The Astartes who had just entered was not wearing armor, but at least the design of his cloth robe looked more like that. Although it was not very eye-catching, it was impossible for Sahar not to notice the Midnight Lords Legion logo embroidered on the fabric. He then looked up and was not sure that he would see a pair of Nostramo's unique dark eyes. No surprise.

But—wait a minute, he knows this face. Sahar was not sure whether the owner of this face would recognize him, but he was sure that no one in the loosely organized Night Bat Council did not recognize this face.

"I advise you not to make any small moves. I'm pretty sure that the hygiene conditions on the Storm Frontier are quite good. There is not, and there should never be, anything here...such as mutated rats that can chew big holes in the floor or walls. "The most beloved son of Konrad Curze, the Lord of the Black Guards, the Prince of Crows known to everyone in the entire legion, and the First Captain of the Night Lords before Thor Sahar, Yago Sai Vitalion said with a slightly arrogant cruel smile, "This is a long-lost reunion of brothers. I don't want to make the scene too ugly."

There is no doubt that this is a threat. But Sahar just smiled and spat on the ground at Sevatar's feet.

After everything he had experienced, such threats no longer scared him.
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"So, what did you want to say to me?"

After giving a long series of explanations and finally explaining what Chaldea had done so far, Fujimaru Ritsuka had already sat on the bench in the third row of the main hall of the church and rested his head on the back of the chair. It might be less dignified, but she found this position to be the friendliest to her cervical spine. While Sanguinius himself raised no objections, no one else commented on it.

"Can't I see you if I have nothing to do?" Sanguinius's voice sounded a little aggrieved, "I have to thank the person who brought me back to my hometown in person."

"Is it just this? I thought you would have other things to complain about." Fujimaru Ritsuka crossed his hands and put them on his stomach, looking very peaceful. "After all, no matter how you look at my current behavior, it is... 'Hold the emperor to command the princes'."

This too old allusion made most people present a little confused, but Sanguinius obviously understood:

"If I complain about this, it would be a bit shady." He said gently, "Besides, isn't this something we have discussed in the Star Torch a long time ago? You, me, Ferus and the Emperor, we will work together Having played out every possible development, I finalized this plan knowing full well what might happen next and accepting the risk.”

"——It's not that kind of thing." Fujimaru Ritsuka pinched her palms with intertwined fingers. Judging from her body movements and tone of voice, she was obviously nervous.

"...Are you anxious?" Sanguinius was a little surprised by the phenomenon he observed. "This is the first time I have seen him. I thought you already had an idea of ​​the bravery and unyielding power of the Son of Baal."

After the completion of the "Chaldean Lighthouse" - even if only part of the "Second Star Torch" is successfully constructed and put into use, it is tantamount to openly declaring war on Chaos. Although they have enough time to build Baal into a well-defended flesh and blood mill that can deter any invading enemies, no one can completely guarantee that there will be no leaks. After all, the dark side of the Empire is too far away from the Golden Throne. No one can predict what kind of war the advancing demon army will bring to Sanguinius' hometown and what kind of losses it will cause.

Due to the lack of pre-information, except for Fujimaru Ritsuka and Sigismund, most of the others present were confused about this. However, even the Blood Angels who could not keep up with the rhythm of the conversation could understand the compliments given to them by the Gene Father, so they all instinctively made reflexive movements to raise their chests and raise their heads at this time.

"Of course I do, and I also believe that the Blood Angels can defeat any invading enemy - but this and that are two different things." Fujimaru Ritsuka complained angrily, "After this plan started to advance, the 'Second Star Torch' Once it is truly lit, there will be no turning back for the entire empire - this is completely gambling on the fate of the country. It would be great if the difficulties that may arise in the future can be solved only by victory on the frontal battlefield, but how can chaos only be on the frontal side? Adding to the trouble on the battlefield!"

"So you're worried about the potential for sabotage and contamination of untested technology?"

"What untested technology? There is no untested technology here." Fujimaru Ritsuka continued to complain while pinching his fingers. "As long as I am alive, Chaos will not be able to do this kind of thing. What I am worried about is not the lighthouse itself, but the lighthouse itself." It will inevitably cause chain reactions: the Star Torch Hall will definitely be reorganized and set up a branch in Baal, and the Psionics Academy and the Black Ship Alliance will most likely re-plan the supply and routes of psykers from all over the empire. This has not yet been mentioned. How much paperwork is involved in the above issues that can be exploited, and the number of operable 'changes' and 'changes' involved in the reorganization of the imperial department are simply countless - I strongly suspect that when I look at the implementation of this plan, , the happiest one is not the emperor, but Tzeentch!”

(End of this chapter)