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

Chapter 54: Failed the credibility check and cannot use intimidation skills

Such a scene had never appeared in Malkan Feros's wildest fantasies.

Space Marines are mostly pragmatic, and the Iron Hands are the best among them, so Feros rarely fantasizes - but that doesn't matter, it's just a metaphor.

In the 1 years since the Great Heresy, both loyal and traitorous Primarchs have gradually disappeared from people's sight. The relevant history has been covered with dust and faded over a long period of time, turning into heavily whitewashed words in religious texts, or Fairy tales and legends that have been embellished in the mouths of mortals.Even during the recent turn of the millennium, Robert Guilliman, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, walked the world again, was crowned the Regent of the Empire, brought Primaris technology, and launched the Indomitable Crusade with the power of thunder, which can be said to save the Empire and save the world. In the midst of fire and water, Feros still felt that the concept of "original body" was far away from him.

The Empire was huge, and there was only one Primarch.It is naturally an honor to be able to meet the original body, but due to rigorous logic and probabilistic reasoning, Feros does not think that he will have this opportunity in this life.

However, human beings are ultimately unable to incorporate all information in reality into calculations, so fate always operates in a way that is not so rigorous from a human perspective.

Konrad Curze in front of Feros is a good proof of this: he never thought that he might meet the Primarch, and he never thought that he would meet a renegade Primarch.But now he saw it, and it was at a very close, terrifyingly close distance.

Another problem he discovered was that he had never really understood what the "original body" was before.

Admittedly, as a founding group that already existed during the Great Crusade, there is no shortage of relevant records in the Iron Hands' internal database.After joining, every battle brother will gradually come into contact with history that has been passed down for thousands of years: their genetic father, the fallen primarch of the Emperor's Children, the bloody battle on Istvaan V... But after all, that has already happened It is a history that has been passed down for thousands of years, and history is always easily distorted.

Or maybe it's not that the history strictly passed down in the Chapter has been distorted over time, but that the descendants ten thousand years later think that these records that are too far away from them are not true enough.The Emperor has sat on the throne for too long, the Primarch has been lost for too long, and the old men who once walked with him have gradually withered away. The facts are hidden behind the words, and we can only rely on the imagination of those who have never seen it. Force to speculate.

Language is the bridge through which human beings communicate, but no matter what language it is, the information it can express will always pale in comparison with reality.Feros knew that many of his battle-brothers, even himself, had come to this conclusion after reading the information: the Primarch was obviously stronger, faster, wiser, and more powerful.It cannot be said that this understanding is wrong, but the imagination of human beings, even monks Astartes, has an upper limit on one thing.

Konrad Curze proved in his first moments that a Primarch simply existed there, easily exceeding the limits of what they could imagine.

He didn't know how the other party did it.He was not standing alone in front of the front line. There were other brothers of the war group beside him, but the situation seemed to have become like this in an instant: the transmission systems of the three Dreadnought mechas were almost indistinguishable in an instant that was difficult to distinguish. Incapacitated at the same time, five Night Lords wearing Terminator armor inexplicably flowed out of the shadows. The ten Primaris brothers who had not yet undergone too many mechanical modifications were almost simultaneously attacked by an unresponsive attack in the next moment, and died three seconds later. They were all knocked to the ground, and the remaining six tribal veterans were taken care of by Curz himself - even Feros' dynamic vision enhanced by mechanical components could only barely judge the order in which his colleagues fell to the ground. They realized the sequence of the attack and realized what happened to them from the biological modifications scattered on the ground.

Even the mechanical arm on Feros' own power backpack inexplicably left him at a certain moment.He wanted to use them to react to the situation, but in reality, all he was left with was the sharp tingling that remained in his neural links.

It all happened within five seconds, and everyone was down before they had a chance to fire, without even making much of a noise.Among the six separated battlefields where the Iron Hands surrounded the main power room and could only communicate with each other through data links, such a noise would not attract any attention.Feros glanced at the rune signal displayed directly on his retina in the flash of lightning. He was both happy and sad to find that the status displayed on their team's rune was "no attrition."

This both means that no battle brother is actually dead, and it also means that no other team will realize the problem.

"Someone said to me, 'The heirs of Ferrus Manus are as angry as he himself, and the dialogue must be started only when both parties are calm'." Konrad Curze, who is almost integrated with the darkness In a tone that could be called "naughty", he said, "Looks like we can start talking now."

Feros... Feros had to calm down.He was actually very angry, but the current situation of his own camp in disarray obviously did not support him from showing this anger.

"What do you want?" Under rational judgment, this is the most important question at present.Feros asked this question, and the next second he heard this question, the expression on Coze's face quickly switched from "highly interested" to "uninterested".

"If I tell you the truth, will you believe it?" This is a hypothetical question, and Coz obviously already has a trustworthy answer.He simply avoided this question that didn't interest him, and didn't even bother to make a slight cover-up - in fact, judging from the current situation, he didn't need any cover-up.

"Do you have any idea about what happened in the main power room of this... thing in front of you?" Coz directly cut into the topic he thought was necessary, and Feros couldn't help repeating his own question in confusion: "What are you going to do?"

"Solve the problem," Cozzi responded this time with a look of disgust on his face. "It's true, but you won't believe it."

Feros said nothing.He really didn't believe it, but he neither wanted to answer the questions raised by the other party, nor did he want to affirm the views raised by the other party. "So you're not going to speak?" Cozz continued to ask, "Or are you, as the commander of this entire battlefield, so incompetent that you still know nothing about your enemy after losing almost half of your manpower?"

Of course not.The bloodline inherited from Ferrus Manus made him unable to bear such an obvious insult. The emotional side of Ferrus almost retorted in anger, but the rational side warned him not to offend his enemy so obviously. The method of stimulating generals.So he still managed to maintain a calm silence under the suppressed anger, and this calm silence only made Curze angry.

"You should know that there are more painful ways for me to find out what I need from you," he threatened.

However, Feros was unmoved: "I'm quite interested in this, you can give it a try."

After these words fell, Feros clearly felt a kind of anger coming from others.He had seen many people angry before, but he never knew that the emotion of "anger" could be so contagious.The original body's anger was invisible, but seemed to have actual weight. When it fell on him, it even affected the function of the mechanically modified lungs, making him breathless. The light was also distorted and deflected under such a heavy gravity. become bleak.

Feros was mentally prepared for what he was going to suffer next, but Konrad Curze did nothing to him.

"...Catraro." The original body of the Night Lord turned to one of his descendants at random, "Am I a little too kind recently?"

The Night Lord whose name was called visibly flinched - even with the Terminator armor wrapped around him.He first made a meaningless sound that could only mean "I heard it but I was thinking about it", and then he spoke tremblingly:

"I don't know, sir." He obviously didn't have much confidence in what he was saying. "What kind of answer do you want to hear?"

This was not a positive answer, but the implication told Coates the real answer.

"If I hadn't used you in the future, what you said would have been enough to keep you in the medical room for a month. I hope you are aware of this."

"Okay, sir. Yes, sir." Ketraruo's voice even sounded a little relieved.

Konrad Coze turned back with a bored look, stared at Markan Ferros, and murmured in a soliloquy manner: "Well, I don't care about Ritsuka or Ferru. What does Si think of this matter?"

Then he reached out and grabbed the other person's armor-wrapped head before Feros realized he should dodge.

He didn't use much force, and it seemed like a friendly contact, but Feros immediately felt something was wrong: as if what he was being caught was not just the physical body, but something deeper and more profound. Essential things.The latter made him instinctively feel a little scared.

Immediately afterwards, something terrible shattered his mind in an instant and pierced into his soul. The huge power caused his memory to quickly reverse under the will of others, completely opening up to some higher existence. .Feros tried to resist, but all his efforts were like a mantis trying to fight a chariot.During his struggle, he was forced to drift through his memory, reliving every detail, every mistake, and every tiny sin in his life over the past 200 years——

Feros' physical flesh and blood tissue began to crack and shatter, and his uncontrollable body instinctively screamed in pain.

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