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

Chapter 275 He is also a first company commander, and I am also a first company commander!

"In case some noble Primarchs who lack memory continuity forget things too much, please allow me to confirm again here: Do you remember where I came from, right?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka leaned back in his chair and asked.

If she could change to a more private situation, she would be willing to speak more clearly. Although she and Sanguinius had made many important speeches in the main hall of the church in the mist, but after all, "You remember that I am also a Chosen God of Tzeentch" does not seem very likely to be used in Holy Blood. He said it openly in front of the guards and the chief think tank. For the sake of her own life, Fujimaru Ritsuka had to adopt a roundabout way, once again taking advantage of the information gap between them, and turned this reminder into a message that only she, Sanguinius and Sigis were present. A riddle that Mond could understand.

Then again, she felt that it was best to let Mephiston know this basic fact, although it was not appropriate at this moment. In this way, if any problem occurs on the Chaldean side, the Blood Angels can easily deal with it. She quietly added this showdown mission to her schedule, pretending not to notice the atmosphere her last sentence aroused, "It doesn't sound that heretical, but it probably contains some very heretical hints." Waiting for Sanguinius' reply.

"I should... definitely remember." Although he answered in the affirmative, Sanguinius' tone did not sound very convinced, "I have at least heard the version relayed by Azkalon, which is indeed very... shocking. memorable."

"You can just say it 'sounds fake'. To be honest, I am also very surprised that I can survive until now." As a master of euphemistic communication art, Fujimaru Ritsuka effortlessly read Sanguinius revealed the unfinished words that were covered under various adjectives, and he did not feel dissatisfied, "The process in this part is not important at the moment, the important thing is the beginning."

This does not mean that there is nothing worth mentioning in the "process", it is just that the person involved does not want to mention it. Fujimaru Ritsuka is certain and certain that the Crystal Maze Battle Royale is the worst intermission event she has ever experienced in her life, bar none. Chaldea suffered a lot of damage in the process. It is difficult to say that the reason why Chaldea was able to grab a chance to escape was because the final BOSS did not let him go. This directly led to Fujimaru Ritsuka being uncontrollably happy when she heard that Tzeentch was unlucky.

They are both foxes for thousands of years, so Sanguinius certainly knows what Fujimaru Ritsuka is emphasizing here. But he deliberately did not touch the direction related to the Lord of Change: "In my opinion, the result that you successfully reached the Star Torch is more important. No matter what the reason is."

"The connection between cause and effect is very complicated. Sometimes the cause and effect of something are often not what they seem. For example -" Fujimaru Ritsuka paused, "Wait a minute, I will definitely find a listener. It doesn’t sound like the argumentation method of the riddle told by Tzeentch..."

"I'm sure I know what you want to express, so don't bother." Sanguinius said with a clear smile, "Let me remind you that no plan in this world can be called perfect. We are making Any decision-making requires taking corresponding risks. What's more, in a war that seems to be losing, if a strategy has a probability of more than 50% to turn over but is not adopted, then the commander will at least be accused of cowardice. Fight."

The current empire is already in a bad state. There is no essential difference between being bad and getting worse, but what if it gets better? ——
Sahar realized an answer within a few seconds - "Why did he, as a Terran descendant of the Night Lords who played almost all the games in the Great Crusade, lose to him in the competition for captain?" Sevita is a total newbie" answer.

From an objective point of view, the conclusion reached by Sahar at this time is undoubtedly one-sided and limited. This answer obviously cannot explain why Sahar failed to obtain an important enough position in the command sequence of the legion before Sevatar joined the legion, but at least it is intuitive enough for him here and now. , and the reasons are convincing enough:

After the provocation, he was slapped by Sevita as expected. In the current scene, or among the Night Lords, this is normal. Even if he were to change positions, Sahar would choose to do this to the prisoner who provoked him. Therefore, he fully anticipated this attack and was fully prepared for the pain caused by the attack - but that was not the problem.

The problem is that Sevita's move was obviously in person, and Sahar could hardly capture the moment when he took action. It wasn't until he was hit hard on the cheek, the smell of blood accompanied by burning pain, and a "buzzing" sound spread in his nose and mouth, that his reflex nerves captured what he had seen. All the clues were transmitted to his brain, accurately connecting the cause and effect of the whole incident.

... Is the gap between him and the Lord of the Black Armored Guard that big?

Before he could recall anything about this issue, he was grabbed by the roots of his hair by Sevita and forced to rearrange his head and gaze. The nauseating dizziness came to him again, but Sahar knew that this time it was not that serious. At least all of his teeth were still in their place, just slightly loose. He could have taken advantage of the situation and spat a mouthful of blood on Savita's face, but after thinking about it, he decided not to do so for the time being.

"We are considered 'old acquaintances' no matter what, and you and I both know what will happen next." Sevatar used a technique Sahar is familiar with, one that often appeared in the Night Lords' legions thousands of years ago. Gothic with a Nostramo accent hissed softly, "Provoking me will do you no good, and you know it."

This is true. Sahar can identify with that part.

Then he chose to spit a mouthful of blood on Sevita's face.

This is not entirely an unnecessary battle of tempers. You know, this is not a "just be obedient and you'll be fine" situation. Even a blind person can tell from the current atmosphere that this is an interrogation. In an interrogation, the person under interrogation often needs to use various means to resist or avoid the interrogator's right to speak in order to protect his or her secrets. This is a matter of course - but this kind of face-to-face provocation and highlighting of "I" It has to be said that the "die together" approach is probably a unique tradition of the Night Lords.

Besides, Sahar thought he had to go back. Therefore, he always has to find a way to provoke the other party so that he can be released from the shackles. But somewhat to his surprise, Savita was not irritated, but instead smiled:
"Indeed, I can understand you. But I am really annoyed by this now. You understand that, right?"

Then, Sahar saw an oncoming straight punch, which was also too fast to react. After that, he must have lost consciousness for a few seconds. After he regained consciousness, he was not surprised to find that his nose was bleeding again and then stopped. The coagulated blood scab hindered his breathing to a certain extent. In addition, one of his canine teeth, which was no longer strong, was pressing against his tongue at an unnatural angle. He spat out the tooth that was completely broken and found that Sevatar had moved away from its original position, and there was a soft sound of leather friction in the darkness further away.

Sahar recognized it as the sound of a whip. The traditional punishment of flogging is very common in the legion, which directly leads to the fact that most of the Night Children have rich experience in both implementing and receiving flogging, and the same goes for Sahar, so he will never admit his mistakes.

"Are you applying neurotoxin to the whip?" He asked into the darkness that he couldn't see due to the angle, and he was unhappy to find that his voice sounded a little rough due to poor breathing. "Isn't this too old-fashioned? a little?"

"I'm sorry to bore you, but you have to know that I'm bored right now too." Sevatar's voice slowly approached from the blind spot of Sahar's sight, little by little, at an unnecessarily slow pace - It is entirely to add some psychological pressure to the prisoners who will be tortured. Sahar knew this trick and was good at using it himself, so he didn't think he would be frightened by it.

"I should be very free during this period. I could just read books in the library, listen to music, play cards, or do other similar things that can be regarded as self-cultivation." This is only half true. Yes, Sevita is not really that free, but Sahar doesn't know, "The arrival of your uninvited guest really disrupted a lot of my arrangements. Impolite guy."

The tip of the whip that broke through the air, together with the last words, whizzed menacingly past the side of Sahar's face. This "attack" was done very skillfully, not injuring the muscles on Sahar's cheek, but accurately scraping off a piece of his skin. The capillaries slowly oozed blood from the wound, flowing down his jaw and into his neck with a slight tingling.

There must be something on Sevatar's whip that can prevent Astartes from coagulating, Sahar judged. Then, a burning pain began to ignite at the newly added wound - unlike the current one. Compared with the pain, the two blows that Sevatar had given him with his bare hands were not even an appetizer. Sahar gritted his teeth, forced himself to give out a ferocious smile, and stared at Savita who came back into his sight: "It sounds like you are actually very idle. The mighty Lord of the Black Armored Guard is no more than that now. in this way."

This should be a provocation. For the management of the legion, "very idle" often means "not being reused"; for the management of the renegade war gang, "very idle" often means "not making ends meet". No matter from any angle, this is not a good thing, but judging from Sevita's still calm demeanor, he probably was not provoked by these words:

"I understand what you mean. You want to irritate me. But do you know, 'I am very free' means nothing?" Sevita even smiled when he said this, this kind of indifference and aloofness The interesting smile made Sahar feel uncomfortable for the first time today.

"This means that I have a lot of time to spend on you." Sevita said almost word for word, and the unique consonant breath of Nostramo's accent was like blowing on the neck. The cold wind made Sahar's hair stand on end, "But I also believe that it won't take us too long. You will always be obedient, right?"

He wanted to speak, but the tip of the whip that followed immediately landed between his chest and abdomen, so he had to grit his teeth as hard as he could to control himself and barely let out a cry of pain. Savita didn't do anything fancy with his skills. He didn't even use any nerve-wracking techniques. He just used the tip of the whip to "erase" Sahar's body at high speeds again and again. skin. However, the unknown poison on it made the whole process extremely unbearable, and the unnatural pain burned his nerves. And it was definitely not some simple nerve pain.

To use an analogy, Sahar would say, it's like a hot iron is reaching into your soul, never cooling down, and continuing to burn, as if it is trying to refine oil from your marrow. It's not like he hasn't been tortured or hit with some torturous weapons, but this time it was a bit too much.

"What do you want to do?" Before the twelfth lash fell, Sahar finally couldn't bear the torture and spoke, "What do you want from me?"

In fact, he had nothing to say to the former first company commander. No matter what Sevita asked, Sahar decided not to answer. He just felt that he needed some short time to breathe. His breathing was trembling due to the severe pain, and it was his last act of decency not to cry out in his voice. Sevatar's whipping was indeed temporarily interrupted because of these words, and this was Sahar's purpose——

"What do I want to do? Good question." The Crow Prince stroked the whip in his hand thoughtfully - an ordinary leather whip with no iron decorations or barbs, and no force field in any sense. Just a "leather whip" in the literal sense - "There is nothing to hide, so I will tell the truth. The purpose of my coming here is very simple: I am angry and want to find someone to beat me."

Sahar's eyes widened. It's not because this reason is ridiculous. In fact, this kind of "ridiculous" reason seemed very normal among the Night Lords in the past. It became even more common after the death of the original body and the entire legion was like a wild horse without any restrictions. got up. He was angry at the reasons given by Sevatar, because he clearly felt slighted at this moment:

"How dare you treat me as a prop for fun?" Driven by anger, he struggled dissatisfiedly in the shackles, causing the chain to make a clattering sound, "How dare you?"

"Can't you?" Sevita showed a proud and proud smile, and rolled up the whip in his hand almost unconsciously, "Do you need me to remind you, who is the prisoner at the moment and who is the one holding the whip? "

With this action, Sahar finally saw the abnormal red blood on Sevita's fingers - but he only "saw" it, and his thoughts wrapped in rage prevented him from "realizing" that something was not right. focus. He pulled hard on the collar around his neck so that he could get closer to Sevita who was resting in the distance. He was like a dog in a cage baring its teeth, growling fiercely and internally:

"You are not qualified to do this! I am the captain after you, and the original body personally awarded me this position! He personally awarded me the symbol of the 'Crown of the Night King'! I am the one who has the power to inherit the entire legion!" "

Maybe he shouldn't reveal the existence of the "Crown of the Night King" to the other party, but Sahar, who is so passionate, can't control that much anymore. Unfortunately, after all, he was still too naive, too superstitious about the original body, and too superstitious about the binding force of an order ten thousand years ago in the present. Sahar should know these flaws of his, but he just can't learn to correct them. The current situation did not improve in any sense because he said these words, it just told him once again that the things he believed in were nothing - even in the eyes of other Night Lords.

"You see, this is why our father likes me more than you. If I were still here, how could the Legion be left to a person like you who has nothing but bravery and foolish loyalty?" Sevita looked amused. He looked confused, "Listen to what you said yourself. Do you think they have enough weight to affect the reality before us?"

"This is the core of the problem." At this moment, Sahar unexpectedly calmed down, and instinctively took over the words that Sevatar personally handed over, "Why are you not here?"

"Where were you when the Legion laid siege to Terra? Where were you when the Nightborne gathered on Tagusa? When our father sought death and you—"

Sahar's unfinished words were interrupted by the impact of the rolled whip, like a heavy hammer. His ears were ringing and he was sure he had bitten his tongue, but his first movement after he recovered slightly was still a triumphant smile.

For the first time today, he finally saw an angry expression on Savita's face.

　A question that bothered me for a while: As a latecomer to the book-eating, Sevita has hair (and a beauty peak), Talos has no hair (but has a kind face and kind eyes (nl limited edition)), so what exactly is Sahar in the original (?) Is there any hair (I only remember this person’s father’s seal but completely forgot the details of his appearance).

　　Finally, I decided to let him have it according to my aesthetic taste. Anyway, if you don't take care of things like hair, it will gradually grow longer over time... It's supposed to be like this... Isn't it, Rapunzel A Sword Master.

　　In addition, I firmly believe that the reason why Sigismund is bald is that one day he suddenly realized that his hair would only affect the speed of his sword swing, and then went to a pharmacist to have laser hair removal on his scalp. This must be a result that is acceptable to the person involved due to his own free choice for some reason. I refuse to believe that he is naturally bald.

　　By the way, Sahar is obviously of Terran origin, but his success in NL is just mediocre. At best, he is a company commander who can be named in the Nightbat Council. It was not until Sevita disappeared that he was promoted by the big man and became a part of the company commander. Most of the scenes were made by me, but this guy does seem to be... mentally young (to put it mildly). It can only be said that Sahar's novel was published too early, and the various settings were later severely compromised. And after all, ADB is the biological father of the bat. After Savita is placed there, Sahar will indeed not be able to take the position of first company commander.

　　By the way, Sahar, you are so heavy (the emotional significance of Kezi)...

　　
　
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